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

Chapter 126 Leaving the City and the Pursuit

When Jemin agreed to escort them, the nobles of Goldenport seemed to have been pulled back from hell to earth.

They were overjoyed, spreading the news far and wide, their excitement beyond measure.

However, what Jemin said next was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing most of their elation.

“I won’t wait for you long. The carriages must be ready immediately. Only the most essential and lightweight items are allowed. Leave the rest behind.” Jemin’s voice was cold and decisive.

"Golden Harbor is in a special location. The orcs will soon organize another attack. We must leave before the sun fully rises!"

Upon hearing this, the nobles, who had been preparing to flee with their valuables and even pack up their entire homes, instantly turned pale.

But the fighting prowess that Jemin displayed, and the immense crisis of the orc army potentially pressing in at any moment, made them dare not disobey in the slightest.

Count Reinhardt was the first to react, responding in a trembling voice, and immediately relayed Jemin's order.

Despite the pressures of life, the nobles remained highly efficient.

Before long, beneath the dilapidated city gate, the nobles' carriages formed a long, swollen line, slowly starting to move in the morning light.

Count Reinhardt's pale face bore the weariness of someone who had survived a catastrophe. He glanced one last time through the carriage curtain at the still-smoking harbor, his heart heavy.

At this moment, Jemin was neither on horseback nor in a carriage; he was simply walking at the very front of the procession.

He walked steadily, each step with a measured precision, without a single superfluous movement.

"Keep up! Don't fall behind!" He didn't turn around, but his voice clearly reached every corner of the group, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Several private soldiers, exhausted and fearful from the night before, staggered and gradually fell behind.

Jemin merely tilted his head slightly, his gaze like two cold blades, instantly piercing one of the panting private soldiers.

The private soldier was startled by that look, and suddenly shuddered, staggering as if whipped by an invisible lash, and hurried to catch up.

Another private soldier was about to complain when Jemin raised his hand, and a small pebble, with a whooshing sound, accurately struck his shinbone.

"Hiss—!" The private soldier gasped in pain.

He clutched his calf, his face turning pale, but under Jemin's gaze, he didn't dare say anything, only gritting his teeth and quickening his pace.

Everyone in the group felt Jemin's undeniable power, and the nobles inside the carriage fell silent, no longer daring to utter a complaint.

The group proceeded along the desolate dirt road toward the capital.

The road was lined with low bushes and sparse trees, and the only sounds in the air were the rustling of the wind through the weeds and the creaking of wheels crushing stones.

The towns and villages outside Golden Harbor had already been "cleaned up" by the beastmen, and the further away from Golden Harbor you were, the fewer traces of human activity you could find.

The nobles would occasionally peek out the window through the curtains and see the desolate scene, which only made them more uneasy.

After traveling for several hours, the sun had climbed into the sky and was high overhead.

The group arrived at a relatively flat hilly area, and just then...

"Ouch!"

A loud and wild wolf howl shattered the silence of the wilderness.

Immediately afterwards, a faint tremor began to emanate from the ground, which gradually became clearer and stronger.

In the distance, on the horizon, a series of black silhouettes, like wild horses, approached the group at an astonishing speed.

"It's...it's orcs! It's wolf riders!" a sharp-eyed guard cried out in terror, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

More than twenty strong war wolves appeared in everyone's sight, their limbs seemingly flying through the air as they sped like the wind.

On their backs were orc archers clad in fine leather armor and wolf riders wielding scimitars.

These orcs exuded a bloodthirsty and violent aura. They were clearly a scout squad sent out by the orc vanguard, with a clear objective—to hold off and harass this seemingly plump noble group.

"Watch out! They're charging!"

The team was instantly thrown into panic.

Sharp screams erupted from the nobles' carriages, and the servants trembled with fear, some even collapsing to the ground, limp and powerless.

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

The orc wolf riders were too fast; they had already swept in from the flanks of the column like a black tide, their target the magnificent carriages.

"Damn it! We can't let them in!" General Brandon roared hoarsely.

Just as the group was in chaos, the figure at the very front remained motionless.

Jemin glanced at the wolf riders, not even giving the private soldiers behind them a chance to organize their formation.

With a slight lift of his leg, his figure shot out from the front of the group like an arrow released from a bow!

His speed was beyond human comprehension; in everyone's eyes, he was like a blurry black afterimage, rushing into the densest charging formation of the wolf riders in the blink of an eye.

"Roar!" A massive war wolf, carrying an orc archer wielding a giant bow, roared as it pounced on Jemin, its sharp fangs and giant claws tearing through the air.

With a ghostly glide, Jemin dodged the attack, then suddenly reached out with his right hand and grabbed the wolf by the neck.

The War Wolf let out a painful howl, its massive body being held in mid-air by his immense strength.

Immediately afterwards, Jemin drew his short sword from his waist with lightning speed. The sword drew a perfect arc in the air and precisely sliced ​​across the Wolf Warrior's neck.

laugh!
Warm blood gushed out, and the war wolf let out its final whimper. Its massive body convulsed in the air a few times before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Before the orc archer on its back could react, he was thrown off.

Jemin kicked off the wolf carcass with his toes, propelling himself forward again, heading straight for the orc archer who had not yet landed.

Bang!
He delivered a powerful whip kick, striking the orc archer squarely in the chest.

The orc had no time to resist; his sternum caved in instantly.

The orc's tough body has now become a weakness. A kick that could turn an ordinary human into a bloody mist sent the orc flying backward like a cannonball, crashing into another charging war wolf.

The two figures rolled on the ground simultaneously, twitched a few times, and then remained motionless.

Meanwhile, the remaining wolf riders had completely surrounded the noble's group.

The howls of wolves, the roars of orcs, the screams of nobles, and the clanging of weapons mingled together, creating a chaotic and bloody scene.

The private soldiers put up a fierce resistance, but their swords were hardly effective against the thick orc leather armor and the ferocious war wolves.

But the orcs didn't have time to cause too many casualties; wherever Jemin went, it was a complete one-sided massacre.

He moved like the Grim Reaper among the wolves and orcs, each appearance signifying the end of a life.

An orc wolf rider brandished his scimitar and slashed at Jemin from the side.

Instead of dodging, Jemin took a step forward and threw out his right fist, which landed precisely on the blade of the scimitar.

clang!
With a piercing metallic clang, the scimitar snapped back, its hilt slamming into the orc's own face, smashing half of his cheek to pieces, sending teeth and blood splattering everywhere.

The orc let out a painful groan, his wrist throbbing with pain, and the knife slipped from his hand.

Jemin immediately lunged forward, his left hand gripping the orc's neck like an iron clamp, and twisted it sharply to the side!
Click!

The crisp sound of bones cracking could be clearly heard amidst the noise of the battlefield.

The orc's body went limp, and he was casually tossed aside by Jemin.

His movements were so fast that they were invisible, and his strength was so great that it was incomprehensible.

Those wolf riders who tried to surround him were all torn apart, blown apart, or had their throats easily cut off by the short sword in his hand.

There were no magical lights, no magical fluctuations, only the purest physical combat.

But this power, pushing the limits of mortal limits, is more impactful than any dazzling magic.

More than twenty wolf riders were completely slaughtered by Jemin alone in just over ten seconds.

When he cleaved the last fleeing war wolf in two from head to tail with a single sword stroke, an eerie silence fell over the entire battlefield.

Only the sound of the breeze blowing across the wilderness and the heavy breathing of the nobles and guards remained.

When the nobles saw the pile of orc corpses outside the manor, they already knew that this "Jack" must be very strong.

But it wasn't until they saw it with their own eyes, witnessing the opponent's exaggerated performance in battle, that they realized they had underestimated them.

They originally thought that having Jemin around only provided an extra layer of protection, but now they realize that Jemin is their absolute protection!
"This one... has already embarked on the path to legend, hasn't he?" Count Reinhardt cautiously peeked out from the hidden carriage, looking at Jemin's back and muttering to himself.

Jemin, carrying the blood-stained dagger, calmly turned around.

His eyes swept indifferently over the nobles and guards who were stunned and terrified.

"Keep moving forward," he commanded curtly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

Having witnessed what just happened, no one dared to face Jemin directly.

Everyone fell silent. No one dared to complain or question any of Jemin's orders.

The guards dared not make the slightest move, swallowing hard as they looked at the corpses of the orcs and war wolves lying on the ground.

Having fought against these orcs, they understood the power disparity between the two sides even better.

Upon hearing "Jack's" command, the guards trembled and then sprang into action as if whipped.

With the concerted efforts of the group, the previously chaotic procession was quickly put back into order, and the carriage slowly started moving again, the sound of its wheels standing out clearly in the desolate wilderness.

The group continued onward amidst the shock of the crowd, leaving behind only the ravaged corpses of orcs and war wolves, and the lingering stench of blood in the air.

(End of this chapter)