I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 122 War
Golden Harbor, on the surface, remains as prosperous as ever during these two months.

The port and docks were always crowded with merchant ships coming and going, their sails fluttering and the shouts of the dockworkers rising and falling.

At the "Drunken Dolphin" tavern, Jemin occasionally bumps into Old Grey and gets some gossip from him.

“The border has been unstable again lately, Jack.” Old Gray downed his ale in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and lowered his voice. “On the orc side, there are constant small skirmishes on the front lines. These greenskins were beaten like dogs by the wizards before, but now that the wizards’ offensive has slowed down, they’re starting to get cocky again.”

Jemin simply nodded calmly: "I heard that those nobles are planning to renege on the agreed-upon supplies?"

"Hey, this is nothing new." Old Gray seemed dismissive of it. "Those nobles even betray their own people, let alone those greenskins."

He took another swig of wine: "But I don't know what these nobles are thinking. They dare to be so blatant during wartime. They're insane! Aren't they afraid of retaliation from the orcs?!"

“Probably… he was blinded by greed.” Jemin shook his head.

He could sense that the city's nerves were gradually loosening.

The local nobles, especially those who made a fortune through smuggling and hoarding during the interdimensional war, have recently been living extravagant lives and turning a blind eye to external threats.

Perhaps they weren't unaware of the external threats, but rather their minds were clouded by enormous profits, causing them to forcibly ignore the potential dangers.

"However... according to the intelligence from Amy and the others, the camp has stopped its offensive and has even begun to tighten its defenses. It seems that the wizards are also planning to take advantage of the situation here."

Thinking of this, Jemin also picked up his wine glass and took a sip, covering the slightly upturned corners of his mouth.

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At night, at a nobleman's private banquet, wine glasses clinked and laughter filled the air.

In the aristocratic district at the heart of the city, magnificent silk gowns and glittering jewels are everywhere. In brightly lit salons, nobles swirl wine glasses, their soft whispers revealing the arrogance of victors.

"I heard those green shrews are causing trouble again, with constant minor skirmishes along the border," a local baron, with a portly figure and multiple gemstone rings on his fingers, said to an earl beside him as he raised his glass at a private dinner.

"They're just a bunch of barbarians without the protection of a mage. What trouble can they cause? Last time they were beaten to a pulp by the wizards, and now that the wizards' offensive has slowed down, they think they're invincible again?"

The count chuckled dismissively: "Those orcs should be content! I don't think we need to fully honor the supplies we promised them. Giving them a little something to keep them fighting the wizards on the front lines is the best outcome. Anyway, those wizards have already retreated their lines; they're clearly scared of us."

He spoke of wizards, but his eyes were full of calculations; he was clearly more concerned with how to squeeze more money out of the orcs.

To these local nobles who had amassed fortunes through war smuggling and hoarding, the "peace" before them was the culmination of their wisdom and wealth.

However, in the shadowy corners of this bustling city, a different scene unfolds.

Those nobles from other places who fled here due to the war lost their ancestral lands and sources of income, and their lives became extremely difficult.

They had to sell their remaining possessions and rent a place in a remote neighborhood in Golden Harbor. Although their clothes were still relatively clean, they could not hide the exhaustion on their faces and the resentment in their eyes.

For example, Jemin's Dew of a Hundred Flowers was mainly collected by the servants of those foreign nobles.

It could even be said that the reward of the Hundred Flowers Dew is now the only means of livelihood for many foreign nobles.

However, the benefits that Jemin himself could distribute were limited, and his arrival only delayed the outbreak of conflict.

However, his arrival at least delayed the outbreak of the original conflict in Goldenport, causing Goldenport to fall into a false peace for a short period of time.

The city's defenses at Goldenport have become shockingly lax under this false peace.

The guards on the city wall played dice listlessly, occasionally glancing outside the city with weary eyes.

The port patrols gathered in twos and threes, boasting about the women in the taverns and their own romantic escapades.

The commanders, however, were preoccupied with internal power struggles and infighting, their minds focused entirely on how to seize more land and wealth after the war.

The entire city, like a giant ship, was immersed in a false sense of peace on the eve of a storm, while its hull had long been hollowed out by termites.

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Night fell again, and the bustling Golden Harbor gradually quieted down.

Jemin returned to the villa, sat cross-legged in the study, and entered into a deep meditation.

His spiritual sea was like a calm lake, with magical runes intertwined with his soul, radiating a faint light.

Sudden……

An extremely subtle tremor came from deep within the earth. Although it was barely perceptible, it made Jemin's heart skip a beat.

Immediately afterwards, a slight evening breeze carrying the stench of blood and the smell of killing, mixed with the odor of burnt coals, abruptly entered his nostrils.

In the distance, an unusual roar, carrying the ferocity of a wild beast, faintly drifted in before being quickly dispersed by the night wind. Jemin abruptly opened his eyes, his cold gaze piercing through the thick walls as he looked towards the edge of Golden Harbor.

He stared blankly in a certain direction, then suddenly chuckled softly: "It's starting."

The silence of Golden Harbor was shattered by a deafening roar in the next instant!

To the west of the city, a burst of flame shot into the sky, accompanied by a deafening explosion, and a huge breach was blasted in the city wall.

"Roar!"

"kill!!!"

The roars and deep, wild bellows of beasts rolled across the night sky like thunder.

Countless towering figures surged in through the breach in the city wall like a tidal wave. They had tough, green skin, wore rough armor, and wielded simple yet enormous weapons.

It's an orc!
At the same time, strange changes also broke out in various parts of the city.

With his pre-arranged Eye of Light reconnaissance system, Jemin was able to clearly see the anomalies throughout the city.

Apart from the western city gate, which was blown open by magic, the remaining seemingly sturdy city gates were all opened silently from the inside.

A series of dark figures, some dressed as noble servants and others clad in the tattered armor of mercenaries, their eyes blazing with fanatical and furious fire, thrust their swords at their companions, tearing a fatal gap in the path of the surging orcs.

They were those exiled nobles from other places and their private soldiers.

The disparity in family circumstances caused by the war, coupled with the contrast with another group of wealthy nobles, made them easily swayed by the orcs, who resolved to redistribute the city's wealth.

"Kill! For Mother Earth!" The berserk orc vanguard, like bloodthirsty wolves, charged directly toward the city's core area and the guard command post.

They were clad in battle markings, wielding giant axes and bone knives, and every step they took made the earth tremble.

Among their ranks, Jemin also saw even larger, berserk war boars, carrying orc riders wielding spears, charging unstoppably into the streets, as well as agile and swift wolf riders, weaving between houses like black whirlwinds.

The already extremely weak defenses of Golden Harbor were completely powerless to fight back against this sudden and unexpected attack from both inside and outside.

The command center was destroyed in a surprise attack immediately, and the defense system was paralyzed.

The guards on the city wall didn't even have time to react before they were stabbed in the back or shot dead by orc arrows.

Chaos spread rapidly, like a plague.

Flames shot into the sky, and houses collapsed under the trampling of orcs. Screams, curses, and desperate cries mingled with the orcs' excited roars, creating a symphony of hell.

Blood flowed like rivers in the streets. The local nobles and wealthy merchants, caught off guard, had their magnificent robes soaked in blood and were torn to shreds by the orcs like rag dolls.

Yesterday's extravagance and debauchery have turned into a scene of utter devastation today.

The orc vanguard did not stop; they had a clear objective—to clear the entire city and pave the way for the main army that followed.

The area where Jemin was located was a gathering place for nobles and wealthy merchants, and naturally became one of the targets of the orcs' attacks.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Heavy footsteps, accompanied by harsh shouts of killing, rapidly approached the villa.

However, as the orc army entered the wealthy area, their rapid advance slowed down.

The subordinates hired by the wealthy and nobles are far more powerful than the official forces of Goldenport, and many of the nobles themselves are also strong individuals.

In addition, both nobles and the wealthy had a large number of magical items to help them. For a time, they actually used the buildings in the rich district as a barrier to stop the orcs' advance!
But that’s as far as it goes.

As the city gates in several other directions were silently opened, the orcs continued to encroach on the living space of the city's residents, driving more and more residents toward the wealthy district.

Whether out of concern for potential spies among the residents or fear of these commoners disrupting their lines, the nobles were not about to let them in uninvited.

However, under such pressure, the alliance formed by the nobles will soon be crushed.

The torchlight pierced through the curtains, casting flickering light into the room.

Hearing the increasingly close roars outside, Jemin slowly stood up, his aura instantly shifting from calm and restrained to as still as an abyss.

He casually extinguished the lights in the villa, plunging the entire "Dawn Residence" back into darkness, like a giant beast lurking in the night, exuding an invisible danger.

Outside, the gate was teetering on the brink of collapse after being rammed by several ferocious war boars, and then with a loud crash, it completely collapsed.

A group of orc warriors clad in crude leather armor, accompanied by several human soldiers who had been turned against them, roared as they stormed into the villa. They grinned maliciously, ready to plunder the place.

(End of this chapter)