Chapter 126 Leaving the City and Pursuit
When Jemin agreed to escort them, the nobles of Golden Harbor seemed to be pulled back to earth from hell.
They were ecstatic and told each other the news, their excitement was beyond words.
However, what Benjamin said next was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing most of their ecstasy.
"I won't wait for you too long. The carriage must be prepared immediately. Only the most necessary light items are allowed to be carried. The rest must be left behind." Benjamin's voice was cold and decisive.
"Golden Harbor is in a special location. The orcs will soon organize the next wave of attacks. We must leave here before the sun rises completely!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the nobles who were originally preparing to run away with their belongings and even wanted to pack up their entire homes and take them away instantly turned ugly.
However, the fighting power displayed by Jemin and the huge crisis that the orc army may invade at any time made them dare not disobey in the slightest.
Count Reinhardt was the first to react, answered with a trembling voice, and immediately passed on Jemin's order.
Under the pressure of life, the nobles are still very efficient.
Before long, under the ruined city gate, the nobles' carriages formed a long, bloated snake and slowly started moving in the morning light.
Count Reinhardt's pale face showed the fatigue of surviving the disaster. He took a last look at the still smoking port through the carriage curtain, his heart heavy.
At this moment, Benjamin was not riding a horse or getting in a carriage, but was walking at the front of the team.
He walked steadily, each step with measured precision, without a single unnecessary movement.
"Keep up! Don't fall behind!" He didn't look back, but his voice was clearly heard in every corner of the team, with unquestionable majesty.
Several private soldiers staggered and fell behind due to fear and fatigue from a night of rest.
Benjamin just tilted his head slightly, his eyes like two cold blades, instantly piercing one of the private soldiers who was gasping for breath.
The private soldier was stimulated by this look and shuddered violently. He staggered and accelerated to catch up as if he was whipped by an invisible whip.
The other private soldier was about to complain, but Benjamin raised his hand and a small stone hit his shin bone accurately with a sound of breaking through the air.
"Hiss!" The private soldier gasped in pain.
He covered his calf and his face turned blue, but under Benjamin's gaze he didn't dare to say anything. He just gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.
Everyone in the team felt Benjamin's unquestionable power. The nobles were silent in the carriage and dared not complain anymore.
The team marched along the deserted dirt road towards the royal capital.
There were low bushes and sparse woods on both sides of the road. The only sounds in the air were the rustling of the wind blowing through the weeds and the squeaking of the wheels rolling over the stones.
The towns outside Golden Harbor had already been "cleaned up" by the orcs. The farther away from Golden Harbor, the fewer traces of human activity there were.
The nobles occasionally glanced out the window through the curtains and saw the desolate scene, which made them even more uneasy.
After walking for several hours, the sun had climbed up the sky and was hanging high above our heads.
The team also came to a slightly flat hilly area, just then...
“Ouch!”
A loud and wild wolf howl broke the silence of the wilderness.
Immediately afterwards, the ground began to vibrate slightly, gradually becoming clearer and stronger.
In the distance, at the end of the horizon, black silhouettes, like wild horses breaking free from their reins, were approaching the team at an alarming speed.
"It's... it's orcs! It's wolf riders!" A sharp-eyed guard shouted in fear, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
More than twenty strong war wolves appeared in everyone's sight, their limbs running as fast as the wind as if they were flying in the air.
On their backs were orc archers wearing exquisite leather armor and wolf riders holding scimitars.
These orcs exuded a bloodthirsty and violent aura. They were obviously a scout team sent by the orc vanguard. Their goal was clear - to delay and harass this seemingly fat noble team.
"Look out! They're coming!"
The team instantly fell into panic.
Bursts of sharp shouts erupted from the nobles' carriages. The servants were trembling with fear, and some even sat down on the ground, collapsed into a heap.
The private soldiers hurriedly drew their weapons and lined up to organize defense, but their hands were shaking and their eyes were filled with fear of the unknown.
The orc wolf cavalry was too fast. They were like a black tide, encircling the team from the flank, aiming directly at those gorgeous carriages.
"Bastards! We can't let them rush in!" General Brandon roared at the top of his lungs.
Just as the team fell into chaos, the figure walking in front did not move.
Benjamin looked up at the wolf cavalry, without even giving the private soldiers behind him a chance to organize their formation.
He raised his legs slightly, and his figure shot out from the front of the team in an instant like an arrow!
His speed was beyond the comprehension of mortals. In everyone's eyes, he was like a blurry black afterimage. In the blink of an eye, he rushed into the most dense charge formation of the wolf cavalry.
"roar!"
A huge war wolf carried an orc archer holding a huge bow on its back. It roared and pounced on Jemin, its sharp fangs and huge claws tearing the air.
Benjamin slid sideways like a ghost, avoiding the attack, and suddenly stretched out his right hand to grab the war wolf's neck.
The war wolf let out a painful howl, and his huge body was restrained in mid-air by his tremendous strength.
Then, Benjamin drew out the dagger from his waist with his left hand like lightning. The dagger drew a perfect arc in the air and passed through the neck of the war wolf accurately.
laugh!
Warm blood gushed out, and the war wolf let out a final whimper. Its huge body twitched a few times in the air before falling heavily to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.
The orc archer on its back was thrown away before he could react.
Benjamin kicked the wolf corpse with his toes and his body bounced out again, rushing straight towards the orc archer who had not yet landed.
Bang!
He kicked the orc archer directly in the chest with a fierce whip kick.
The orc had no time to resist and his sternum caved in instantly.
The orc's tough body now became a disadvantage. A kick that was enough to turn an ordinary human into a bloody mist made the orc's body fly backwards like a cannonball and hit another charging war wolf.
The two figures rolled to the ground at the same time, twitched a few times, and then became completely motionless.
At the same time, the rest of the wolf cavalry had completely surrounded the noble team.
The howling of wolves, the roaring of orcs, the screams of nobles, and the metallic sounds of weapons clashing intertwined together, forming a chaotic and bloody picture.
The private soldiers tried their best to resist, but their swords could hardly cause fatal damage to the thick orc leather armor and ferocious war wolves.
But the orcs did not have time to cause too many casualties. Wherever Benjamin went, there was a complete one-sided massacre.
He shuttled between the wolves and orcs like the god of death, and every flash meant the end of a life.
An orc wolf rider swung a scimitar and slashed at Jemin from the side.
Benjamin did not dodge, but took a step forward and punched out with his right fist, hitting the blade of the scimitar accurately.
clang!
With a sharp metal collision sound, the scimitar rebounded violently, and the handle hit the orc's own face hard, smashing half of its cheek into pieces, and teeth mixed with blood foam flew out.
The orc whimpered in pain, his wrist ached, and the knife slipped from his hand.
Benjamin immediately stepped forward, grabbed the orc's neck with his left hand like a pair of pliers, and twisted it to the side!
Snap!
The crisp sound of bones breaking could be heard clearly in the noisy battlefield.
The orc's body went limp and was thrown down by Jemin.
His movements were too fast to be seen, and too powerful to be understood.
Without exception, the wolf cavalrymen who tried to besiege him were torn to pieces, blown up, or had their throats easily cut by the dagger in his hand.
There is no magic light, no magical fluctuations, only the purest physical combat.
But this kind of power beyond the limits of mortals is more impactful than any gorgeous magic.
More than twenty wolf cavalrymen were completely slaughtered by Benjamin alone in just over ten seconds.
When he split the last war wolf that tried to escape in half from head to tail with one sword, the entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence.
All that was left was the sound of the breeze blowing through the wilderness and the heavy breathing of the nobles and guards.
When the nobles saw the pile of orc corpses outside the manor, they already knew that this "Jack" must be very powerful.
But it was not until they saw it with their own eyes and saw the other side's exaggerated performance in battle that they realized that they had underestimated the other side.
They originally thought that having Benjamin around was just an extra layer of security, but now they realized that Benjamin was their absolute security!
"This person... has already embarked on the road to legend, right?" Count Reinhardt cautiously poked his head out from the hidden carriage, and couldn't help muttering to himself as he looked at Benjamin's back.
Benjamin turned around calmly, holding the bloody dagger.
His eyes turned and glanced indifferently at the nobles and guards who were stunned by extreme shock and fear.
"Keep going," he ordered briefly, no emotion in his voice.
After seeing what happened just now, no one dared to face Benjamin head-on.
Everyone was silent. No one dared to complain or question any of Jemin's orders.
The guards didn't dare to move at all, and couldn't help swallowing their saliva as they looked at the corpses of orcs and war wolves lying on the ground.
As people who have fought against these orcs, they understand the power gap between the two sides better.
After hearing "Jack's" order, the guards shuddered and then moved quickly as if they were whipped.
With the concerted efforts of a group of people, the originally chaotic team was soon reorganized, and the carriage started slowly again. The sound of the wheels was particularly clear in the dead silence of the wilderness.
The team continued to move forward amid everyone's shock, leaving only the corpses of orcs and war wolves scattered all over the wilderness, and the smell of blood lingering in the air.
(End of this chapter)
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