Chapter 126

When Jie Ming agreed to the escort, the nobles of Golden Port seemed to have been pulled back to the human world from hell.

They were overjoyed, running to tell each other, excited beyond measure.

However, Jie Ming's next words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing most of their ecstasy.

"I will not wait for you for too long. The carriages must be prepared immediately. Only the most necessary light items are allowed to be carried.

Leave the rest behind." Jie Ming's voice was cold and decisive.

"Golden Port's location is special. 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 nobles, who had been preparing to flee with their valuables and were eager to pack up their entire homes, instantly turned pale.

But the combat power Jie Ming had displayed, and the immense crisis of the orc army potentially pressing upon the border at any moment, made them dare not show the slightest disobedience.

Count Reinhardt was the first to react, responding with a trembling voice, and immediately conveyed Jie Ming's orders.

Under the pressure of life and death, the nobles' efficiency was still quite high.

Not long after, under the dilapidated city gate, the nobles' carriage train lined up like a bloated long snake, slowly starting in the morning light.

Count Reinhardt's pale face carried the exhaustion of surviving a disaster. He looked at the smoking port one last time through the carriage curtain, his heart heavy.

Jie Ming was not riding a horse or in a carriage at this moment, but was walking at the very front of the team.

His gait was steady, every step carrying a measured precision, without a single wasted movement.

"Keep up! No falling behind!" He didn't look back, but his voice clearly reached every corner of the team,

carrying unquestionable majesty.

A few private soldiers, due to the fear and exhaustion of the night, stumbled and gradually fell behind.

Jie Ming just tilted his head slightly, his gaze like two cold blades, instantly piercing one of the panting private soldiers.

The private soldier was stimulated by this look and shuddered violently, actually kneeling and accelerating to keep up as if whipped by an invisible lash.

Another private soldier wanted to complain, but Jie Ming raised his hand, and a small stone, carrying a whistling sound, accurately hit his shin.

"Hiss!" The private soldier gasped in pain.

Clutching his shin, his face turned blue, but under Jie Ming's gaze, he didn't dare to say anything, just gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.

Everyone in the team felt Jie Ming's unquestionable power, and the nobles in the carriages were as silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to complain anymore.

The team marched along the desolate dirt road toward the Royal Capital.

On both sides of the road were low shrubs and sparse woods; in the air, there was only the rustling sound of wind blowing through the wild grass,

and the "creaking" sound of carriage wheels crushing stones.

The towns outside Golden Port had long been "cleared" by the orcs. The further away from Golden Port they went, the fewer traces of human activity there were.

The nobles occasionally glanced out the window through the curtains, seeing the desolate scene, and felt even more timid and uneasy.

After marching for several hours, the sun had climbed into the sky, hanging high overhead.

The team also arrived at a slightly flat hilly area, and just at this moment—

"Awoo!"

A high-pitched and wild wolf howl tore through the silence of the wilderness.

Immediately following, the ground began to transmit a faint vibration, which gradually became clear and powerful.

In the distance, at the end of the horizon, black silhouettes, like wild horses breaking free from their reins, approached the team at an astonishing speed.

"It's... it's the orcs! It's wolf cavalry!" a sharp-eyed guard shouted in terror, his voice carrying uncontrollable trembling.

More than twenty sturdy war wolves appeared in everyone's field of vision, their limbs galloping like the wind as if they were flying.

On their backs, they carried orc archers wearing exquisite leather armor and wolf knights holding scimitars.

These orcs exuded a bloodthirsty and violent aura; they were clearly a scout squad sent by the orc vanguard, with a clear goal—to drag down and harass this seemingly plump noble team.

"Careful! They're charging over!"

The team instantly fell into panic.

Sharp screams erupted from the nobles' carriages, servants were trembling with fear, and a few even sat on the ground, collapsing into a heap.

The private soldiers hurriedly drew their weapons, lining up to organize a defense, but their hands were trembling, and their eyes were filled with fear of the unknown.

The orc wolf cavalry was too fast; they had already surrounded the noble team like a black tide from the flanks, aiming directly at those gorgeous carriages.

"Bastards! Don't let them break in!" General Brandon roared hoarsely.

Just as the team fell into chaos, the figure walking at the very front remained motionless.

Jie Ming raised his eyes to look at these wolf cavalry, not even giving the private soldiers behind a chance to organize their formation.

Slightly lifting his leg, his figure ejected from the front of the team like an arrow from a bow. His speed was so fast that it exceeded mortal understanding. In everyone's eyes, he was like a blurred black afterimage, and in the blink of an eye, he charged into the densest charging formation of the wolf cavalry.

"Roar!"

A war wolf of massive size carried an orc archer holding a giant bow; it roared and pounced toward Jie Ming,

its sharp fangs and giant claws tearing through the air.

Jie Ming's figure slid sideways like a ghost, avoiding the pounce, and his right hand suddenly reached out, grabbing the war wolf's neck.

The war wolf let out a painful howl, its massive body actually restrained in mid-air by his immense strength.

Immediately after, Jie Ming's left hand drew the short sword from his waist like lightning; the short sword drew a perfect arc in the air, accurately slicing across the war wolf's neck.

!

Warm blood gushed out, the war wolf let out a final whimpering cry, its massive body twitched a few times in the air, and then it slammed heavily to the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust.

The orc archer on its back hadn't even reacted before being thrown off.

Jie Ming kicked off the wolf corpse with his toes, his body ejected again, pouncing directly at the orc archer who hadn't landed yet.

Boom!

He delivered a sharp whip kick, hitting the orc archer directly in the chest.

The orc had no time to resist, its sternum instantly caved in,

the orc's tough body now became a disadvantage instead; the kick, which would have kicked an ordinary human into a blood mist, sent the orc's body flying backward like a cannonball, crashing into another charging war wolf.

Two figures rolled onto the ground simultaneously, twitched a few times, and then became completely still.

At the same time, the remaining wolf cavalry had completely surrounded the noble team.

The sound of wolf howls, orc roars, noble screams, and the metallic clashing of weapons intertwined, forming a chaotic and bloody picture.

The private soldiers resisted with all their might, but their swords and blades could hardly cause fatal damage to the thick orc leather armor and fierce war wolves.

But the orcs didn't have time to cause too many casualties; wherever Jie Ming passed, it was a completely one-sided slaughter.

He shuttled between the wolf pack and the orcs like a god of death; every flash meant the end of a life.

An orc wolf knight brandished a scimitar and slashed at Jie Ming from the side.

Jie Ming didn't dodge or evade, but instead stepped forward violently, his right fist booming out, accurately smashing onto the blade of the scimitar.

Clang!

A harsh metallic clashing sound, the scimitar rebounded violently, and the hilt smashed fiercely into the orc's own face, smashing half of its cheek into a pulp, teeth and blood foam splashing out.

The orc let out a painful whimper, its wrist in excruciating pain, and the weapon slipped from its hand.

Jie Ming then pressed forward, his left hand locking onto the orc's neck like iron pincers, and twisted it violently to the side!

Crack!

The crisp sound of bone breaking was clearly audible on the noisy battlefield.

The orc's body went limp and was tossed aside by Jie Ming.

His movements were so fast that people couldn't see clearly, and his strength was so great that people couldn't understand it.

Those wolf cavalry who tried to surround him were, without exception, directly torn apart, beaten to death, or had their throats easily cut by the short sword in his hand.

No magic light, no magical power fluctuations, only the purest physical combat.

But this strength at the mortal limit was more impactful than any gorgeous magic.

More than twenty wolf cavalry were completely slaughtered by Jie Ming alone in just over ten seconds.

When he split the last war wolf trying to escape in half from head to tail with one sword, the entire battlefield fell into a strange silence.

Only the sound of the breeze blowing through the wilderness remained, along with the heavy panting of the nobles and guards.

Before, when they saw the pile of orc corpses outside the manor, the nobles already knew that this "Jack's" strength should be very strong.

But only until they saw it with their own eyes, seeing the exaggerated performance of the other party during the battle, did they know they had still underestimated him.

They originally thought that having Jie Ming was just an extra layer of security; only now did they understand that Jie Ming was their absolute security!

"Has this person already stepped onto the path of legend?" Count Reinhardt cautiously poked his head out from the hiding carriage, looking at Jie Ming's back and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Jie Ming carried the blood-stained short sword and turned around calmly.

His eyes moved, indifferently sweeping over the nobles and guards who were dumbfounded by extreme shock and fear.

"Continue forward." He commanded briefly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

Seeing the scene just now, no one dared to face Jie Ming directly anymore.

Everyone fell silent; no one dared to complain anymore, and no one dared to question any of Jie Ming's orders.

The guards didn't dare to make any moves, swallowing their saliva continuously while looking at the corpses of the orcs and war wolves lying on the ground.

As people who had fought these orcs, they understood the gap in strength between the two sides even better.

Hearing "Jack's" order, the guards shuddered one after another, and then acted quickly as if whipped by a lash.

With the concerted efforts of the group, it didn't take long for the originally chaotic team to be straightened out again, the carriages started slowly, and the sound of wheels seemed particularly clear in the dead wilderness.

The team continued forward in the shock of the crowd, leaving behind a wilderness littered with orc and war wolf corpses, and the smell of blood that had not yet dissipated in the air.