When the heavy gates came crashing down beneath the impact of the Orcs and rebel private soldiers, Benjamin was already standing at the villa entrance.
The Orc vanguard that had smashed through the gate, along with the rebel human soldiers in uniform, their eyes gleaming with fanatical killing intent, charged in amid shouts.
They gripped bloodstained axes and curved blades, believing this was merely a wealthy merchant's residence, a fat morsel within easy reach.
When they saw Benjamin standing quietly in the courtyard, everyone froze for an instant, instinctively assuming it was a trap.
But after discovering that there was not the slightest magical fluctuation around him, they grew excited again.
"Kill them all! Take everything!" roared the most heavily built Orc.
Its entire body was covered in brown fur, its muscles knotted, and the massive axe in its hand gleamed with a cold light as it locked directly onto Benjamin.
Behind it, seven or eight Orc warriors mounted on war pigs and more than a dozen private soldiers surged in, instantly cramming the villa's spacious courtyard full.
A trace of barely perceptible disgust flashed through Benjamin's eyes. He could not help shaking his head.
"What a... forget it. From my position, it seemed I had no right to criticize you. But from my position, I couldn't let you take this city so easily."
He moved.
Benjamin was so fast he seemed about to tear through the air. In the invaders' eyes, he instantly became a blurred afterimage.
Before the giant axe of the foremost Orc could fall, Benjamin had already shifted aside, evading the blade. His right hand clamped around the Orc's thick wrist like iron pincers.
The elite Orc warrior's face instantly twisted into extreme terror—not the fear of meeting a formidable foe, but an incredulous horror.
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