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

Chapter 128 Traitor?

Several days of trekking through the wilderness had left the survivors of Goldenport exhausted.

The carriage caravan trudged along the dusty dirt road, each step carrying a heavy numbness.

The nobles had long lost their original dignity; their magnificent robes were now covered in mud, and their exquisite hairstyles were disheveled. But in their eyes, a glimmer of hope began to ignite.

Because, right at the edge of the horizon, the outline of a human city is clearly visible!
It was a medium-sized kingdom city called "Orsay".

Unlike Gold Harbor, it is not located by the sea, but it is still vibrant thanks to its geographical location connecting several trade routes.

The towering city walls gleamed with a grayish-white luster in the sunlight, and the city gates were wide open, revealing glimpses of the buildings and pedestrians passing by behind them.

All of this demonstrates one fact—it is safe here!
"Look! It's Orsay City!" Baron Fabio was so excited he almost jumped out of the carriage, his fat face beaming with barely suppressed elation.

His voice trembled, as if he had seen salvation.

"Finally... finally we've arrived at a safe place!" Count Reinhardt breathed a long sigh of relief, his tense nerves finally relaxing a little after many days.

After so many days of travel, the very existence of this city is a huge temptation.

The private soldiers and guards were also invigorated, and smiles of relief appeared on their tired faces.

The taverns, inns, clean beds, and hot food in the city were all tempting to them.

Jemin stood at the front of the line, stopped, and calmly surveyed the city ahead.

“My lord, may we enter the city to rest and replenish our supplies?” Count Reinhardt approached Jemin cautiously, his voice pleading. “The horses need feeding, and our rations are running low…”

Jemin nodded silently; he knew that the nobles did indeed need rest and supplies.

“Yes,” Jemin replied briefly, “but the entire team cannot enter the city. Your wagons and most of the people will remain outside the city. Send a team of elite guards into the city to purchase supplies. The rest of you, stay put and remain vigilant.”

Although the nobles didn't understand Jemin's caution, they were all intimidated by the power he had previously demonstrated and readily agreed—after all, they were sure they would be able to enter the city and enjoy themselves.

Soon, the nobles formed a large group of nearly a hundred people, leaving behind most of their guards, and headed towards the distant city in a grand procession.

As soon as they stepped into the city, they were greeted by a cacophony of noise, which brought tears to the eyes of the nobles who had been wandering in the wilderness for several days. They wished they could find a nice hotel to rest right away.

However, a sudden change occurred!

"kill!!"

A murderous roar suddenly erupted from the city gate!
Immediately afterwards, more than ten dark figures rushed out from the city gate like ghosts, moving with lightning speed!

They were dressed in uniform, close-fitting clothes, and instead of the usual swords and knives, they held daggers and short spears that were gleaming with a faint green light.

This assassination squad made a clear objective and headed straight for the noble carriage in the center of the procession!
They moved with agility, dodging the guards who tried to stop them, and went straight for the vital points like venomous snakes.

"It's an assassin! Protect them!" General Brandon roared.

His guards reacted quickly. They might be no match for the orcs, but when it came to assassination, they were experts.

Unfortunately, the number of guards who entered the city with the nobles was far too small, while the number of assassins far exceeded expectations. Soon, many assassins broke through the guards' obstruction and rushed over.

Count Reinhardt and Baron Fabio screamed in terror from inside the carriage, while the women huddled together, sobbing uncontrollably.

An assassin had already rushed to Count Reinhardt's carriage, his poisoned dagger gleaming coldly as he thrust it towards the carriage curtain.

"court death!"

Jemin's voice came from the side.

He had already discovered the assassins lying in ambush at the city gate and had anticipated this.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the front of the group.

Before the first assassin could even touch the carriage curtain, Jemin had already appeared behind him.

He reached out his left hand and grabbed the assassin's head.

Click!

With a crisp cracking sound, the assassin's head twisted at an eerie angle, his body went limp, and he turned into a puddle of mud. The poisoned dagger in his hand clattered to the ground.

Without even glancing at him, Jemin moved again, like a blurry black shadow, weaving through the crowd.

"what!!"

Screams kept coming!
These professional assassins, however, appeared as fragile as paper in front of Jemin.

This unequal killing lasted for less than a minute.

When Jemin threw the last assassin to the ground like a rag doll, all the men in black were already lying in pools of blood, none of them surviving.

They died with their eyes wide open, filled with incomprehension and fear.

Jemin calmly walked up to an assassin who was not yet completely dead. Blood was gushing from the assassin's mouth, and his pupils were dilated; he clearly didn't have long to live.

Jemin crouched down, seemingly checking on the other person's condition.

A glint flashed in his eyes, and powerful mental energy penetrated the assassin's mind directly through his fingertips.

"Soul Search".

He forcibly read the fragments of the assassin's dying memories.

Scenes flashed rapidly before Jemin's eyes like shattered glass—

In the grand aristocratic mansion of the capital, in the bustling banquet hall, several richly dressed men and women, with fake smiles on their faces, were secretly discussing something.

Judging from the patterns on their clothes and the way they addressed each other, they were relatives of Count Reinhardt, Baron Fabio, and others.

Their eyes gleamed with greed as they discussed how to "properly" inherit the titles and wealth held by these exiled nobles.

This assassination squad was dispatched by the nobles and relatives of the capital to ambush and kill the fleeing nobles after confirming their whereabouts, intending to create an "accident" so that they could rightfully inherit all the estate.

As the assassin breathed his last, Jemin stood up expressionlessly.

He was not surprised at all by the information he had just seen; he had already anticipated it before leaving the city.

In fact, not only Jemin, but all the nobles present immediately thought of this possibility the moment they saw these assassins.

“We can’t go into any more cities! No cities!” Count Reinhardt grabbed Jemin’s sleeve, his old face filled with despair, his voice trembling and hoarse. “Those jackals in the capital, they’ll devour us alive! They know our location, they know everything about us! We must avoid all towns and go straight to the capital!”

Other nobles echoed this sentiment, preferring to sleep in the wilderness, endure hunger and exhaustion, rather than venture into any city that might be a trap.

Jemin nodded: "Then you should go back first and let the guards go and buy supplies."

"Okay! Okay! Let's go!"

The nobles hastily abandoned the mess, arranged for several stewards to negotiate with the city's nobles, and then left the city to return to their entourage outside the city.

The decision to abandon the plan to enter the city for rest and recuperation made the atmosphere in the noble group extremely oppressive.

…… ……

As the first rays of sunlight attempted to pierce the dense fog, Jemin's team had already ventured deep into an area where wetlands met dense forest, shrouded in mist.

The air here became unusually humid, and the smell of decaying leaves and earth mixed with a cloyingly sweet floral fragrance, making one feel slightly uncomfortable.

The tall trees with their twisted branches blocked out the sun, preventing the marching group from feeling any warmth from the sunlight. Only dim light flickered and danced in the forest.

"Stop!" Jemin suddenly raised his hand.

The procession behind him stopped abruptly, the horses neighed nervously, the wheels ceased turning, and only the heavy breathing and pounding hearts of the guards remained.

Everyone felt an inexplicable sense of oppression, as if something terrifying was lurking behind the thin mist, watching them.

In that deathly silence...

Wow!

A loud bang shattered the silence.

The calm surface of the swamp not far away suddenly exploded, splashing mud and water everywhere.

A colossal beast, so large it was suffocating, rose from the ground like a small mountain and burst out of the water!

That was a giant python!
Its dark green scales were covered in disgusting slime, reflecting a cold light in the dim light.

Its torso was exceptionally thick, its head was larger than a carriage, and its pair of amber eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty ferocity.

Foul-smelling saliva dripped from between its gaping fangs, corroding the ground it touched and hissing white smoke.

As soon as it appeared, it opened its huge mouth without hesitation and pounced on the nearest noble carriage. Its venomous fangs were enough to tear a horse and the carriage to pieces in an instant.

The guards raised their swords in fear, but their bodies trembled slightly with terror. Faced with this enormous creature, they seemed so small and powerless.

Just as the giant python's massive head was about to touch the carriage, Jemin appeared beside it like a ghost.

He gathered his strength in his right leg, concentrating all his power into one point, and kicked the giant python's huge head side hard like thunder!

boom!
A deafening roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

The giant python's massive body shuddered violently, and its hard skull was visibly dented by Jemin's kick.

Thick blood mixed with brain matter gushed out of the wound like a fountain, staining the surrounding muddy water a shocking dark red.

The giant python let out a painful and shrill roar, its massive body twisting wildly, churning the swamp and causing water to splash everywhere and trees to sway.

Its enormous tail swept across like a whip, snapping the surrounding trees in half with a series of cracking sounds.

However, Jemin remained as steadfast as if glued to the python.

Without giving it a chance to breathe, Jemin forcefully shoved his hands into the python's neck.

"Open it for me!"

He exerted a sudden force, his muscles bulging, and his arms swelling like steel bars.

scoff!

Before everyone's horrified eyes, the giant swamp python's head, which was larger than a carriage, was torn off its body by him!
Accompanied by large amounts of foul-smelling blood and slime, the giant swamp python's head was violently torn in two by Jemin.

The massive headless corpse thrashed about for a moment before crashing to the ground, kicking up a cloud of mud that crushed the surrounding bushes and trees.

All the nobles and guards were pale-faced, their eyes filled with disbelief, fear, and awe.

However, just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the python's death, and was thankful that the danger had passed, Jemin suddenly stopped smiling and looked in one direction.

"Not good!" he hissed. "Defense!"

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
A whooshing sound suddenly rang out!
A rapid and dense rain of arrows, gleaming coldly, accurately struck several noble carriages in the center of the procession.

"It's an ambush!" General Brandon roared.

Despite Jemin's warning, quite a few unfortunate nobles were still shot dead on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, from deep within the forest came a series of hurried footsteps and a low growl like that of a wild beast.

A small, elite orc squad of about fifty men, clad in simple yet sturdier leather armor and wielding short spears and axes, launched an attack on the carriage of the core nobles from the depths of the swamp and the flanks of the dense forest.

These orcs were different from the wolf riders we had encountered before; their movements were more covert and their tactics more explicit.

They abandoned their attack on the ordinary guards and headed straight for the carriages of Count Reinhardt, Baron Fabio, and General Brandon.

"Fabio! Protect the Earl!" General Brandon roared, drawing his longsword and charging towards the orcs.

The guards and adventurers fought desperately, but they quickly found themselves at a disadvantage against this well-trained and tactically sound elite orc squad.

The orcs' spears glowed with an eerie green light; once they struck, the victim would immediately collapse, convulse, and foam at the mouth.

The nobles inside the carriage were pale with fright and trembling. Baron Fabio screamed, "How is this possible?! How could they know our exact location? How could they know which carriage we were in?!"

Count Reinhardt gripped the carriage wall tightly, his old face contorted with fear, his eyes flashing with a terrifying light as he gazed towards the distant capital.

"This can't be a coincidence... These beasts know our every move! Someone in this group tipped us off!"

Fortunately, Jemin, who had just dealt with the behemoth, had also rushed back and instantly plunged into the elite orc squad.

Bang!
With a straight punch, Jemin smashed the head of an orc vanguard who was trying to jump onto the carriage, sending red and white matter flying to the ground.

Blood splattered in the dense forest, severed limbs flew everywhere, and screams and wails rose and fell.

Soon, he slaughtered the entire elite orc squad of over fifty men.

When the last orc had its neck snapped by Jemin and collapsed to the ground, an eerie silence fell over the forest once more.

General Brandon reacted the fastest, ignoring his own injuries, and carefully examined the condition of the orcs.

He quickly pulled a blood-soaked parchment from the waist of an orc.

The drawing style of this parchment scroll is clearly that of a human!
The route they were traveling was clearly marked on it, along with the subtle features of the carriages!

“This…” Count Reinhardt’s expression turned grim. “There’s a traitor in this group!”

"Damn it! Who is it?!"

"We need to hurry, or it will be even more troublesome if the orcs catch up with us!"

News of the traitor's existence quickly spread throughout the caravan. Watching the somewhat chaotic nobles, Jemin stood expressionless, arms crossed, leaning against a tree.

However, no one noticed that the corners of his mouth turned up slightly when he saw the parchment scroll.

(End of this chapter)