When Benjamin agreed to escort, the nobles of Golden Port seemed to be pulled back to the world from hell.
They were overjoyed and rushed to tell each other. They were extremely excited.
However, Benjamin's next words were like a basin of cold water, extinguishing most of their ecstasy.
"I won't wait for you too long. The carriage must be prepared immediately. Only the most necessary light items are allowed.
Leave the excess." Benjamin's voice was cold and decisive.
"Golden Port is in a special location. Orc will organize the next batch of attacks soon and leave here before the sun fully rises!"
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the nobles who were about to run away and take away their entire family instantly turned ugly.
However, the combat power displayed by Benjamin and the huge crisis that Orc's army may be approaching at any time make them dare not disobey in the slightest.
Count Reinhardt was the first to react, trembling, and immediately conveyed Benjamin's order.
Under the pressure of life, nobles are still very efficient.
Soon, under the dilapidated city gate, the carriages of the nobles formed a long, bloated snake, slowly starting to move in the morning light.
Count Reinhardt's pale face showed the exhaustion of the aftermath of the disaster. He took one last look at the still smoking port through the curtains of the carriage, feeling heavy in his heart.
Benjamin was not riding a horse or getting on the carriage at this moment, but was walking at the front of the team.
He walked steadily, each step with a measured precision, without a trace of unnecessary movement.
"Follow up! Don't fall behind!" He didn't look back, but his voice clearly reached every corner of the team.
With unquestionable majesty.
Several private soldiers were lagging behind due to fear and exhaustion from the night, and gradually fell behind.
Benjamin just turned his head slightly, and his eyes were like two cold blades, instantly piercing one of the private soldiers who was panting.
The private soldier was aroused by this look and trembled violently. He knelt down and sped up to keep up, as if being whipped by an invisible whip.
Another private soldier wanted to complain, but Benjamin raised his hand, and a small stone struck the bone of his calf accurately with a sound of breaking through the air.
"Hiss!" The private soldier gasped in pain.
He was covering his calf and his face turned blue, but under the gaze of Benjamin, he did not dare to say anything, but gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.
Everyone in the team felt the undoubted power of Benjamin. The nobles were chilling in the carriage and did not dare to complain anymore.
The team marched along the deserted dirt road in the direction of Royal Capital.
The road is lined with low bushes and sparse woods, and the only sound in the air is the rustle of the wind blowing through the grass.
And the "ouch" sound of wheels crushing stones.
The towns outside Golden Port have already been "cleaned up" by the Orc people. The further away from Golden Port, the less traces of human activities there are.
The nobles occasionally glanced out of the window through the curtains and felt even more cowardly and uneasy when they saw the desolate scene.
After traveling for several hours, the sun had climbed into the sky and hung high above our heads.
The team also came to a slightly flat hilly area, and just then--
"Ming!"
A high-pitched and wild wolf roar broke through the silence of the wilderness.
Immediately afterwards, weak vibrations began to come from the ground, which gradually became clear and powerful.
In the distance, at the end of the horizon, black silhouettes were approaching the team at an alarming speed like wild horses running wild.
"Yes Orc! It's the Wolf Cavalry!" A sharp-eyed guard shouted in horror, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
More than twenty strong warrior wolves appeared in everyone's sight, their limbs seemed to be flying in the air and they were galloping like the wind.
On their backs, they carry Orc archers wearing exquisite leather armor and Knight wolves holding scimitars.
These Orc exude a bloodthirsty and violent aura. They are obviously a scout team sent by Orc Vanguard Army, with a clear goal of holding back and harassing this seemingly plump noble team one by one.
"Watch out! They're coming!"
The team instantly fell into panic.
Waves of sharp shouts erupted from the nobles' carriage, and the servants were trembling with fear. Some of them even sat down on the ground and collapsed into a ball.
The private soldiers hurriedly drew their weapons and lined up to organize defense, but their hands were trembling and their eyes were full of fear of the unknown.
Orc The Wolf Cavalry is too fast. Like a black tide, they are outflanking the team, aiming directly at those gorgeous carriages.
"Asshole! We can't let them rush in!" General Brandon roared at the top of his lungs.
Just when the team fell into chaos, the figure walking at the front did not move at all.
Benjamin raised his eyes and looked at these wolf cavalry, not even giving the private soldiers behind them a chance to organize their formation.
Lifting his legs slightly, his body was instantly ejected from the front of the team like an arrow. His speed was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. In everyone's eyes, he was like a blurry black afterimage, rushing into the densest charging formation of the Wolf Cavalry in the blink of an eye.
"Roar!"
A huge war wolf carried Orc archers holding huge bows on its back. It roared and pounced on Benjamin,
Sharp teeth and giant claws tear the air.
Benjamin slid sideways like a ghost, avoiding the attack, and thrust out his right hand, grabbing the wolf warrior's neck.
War Wolf let out a painful cry, and his huge body was restrained in mid-air by his huge strength.
Immediately afterwards, Benjamin drew out the dagger from his waist with his left hand like lightning. The dagger drew a perfect arc in the air and accurately passed through the wolf's neck.
!
Warm blood spurted out, and the wolf let out its last cry of grief. Its huge body twitched a few times in the air, and then hit the ground heavily, splashing a cloud of dust.
The Orc archer on its back was thrown away before it could react.
Benjamin kicked off the wolf corpse with his toes, and his body ejected again, heading towards the Orc archer who had not yet landed.
Expansion!
With a sharp whip, he directly kicked the Orc archer in the chest.
Then Orc had no time to resist, and the sternum sank instantly.
Orc's tough body has now become a shortcoming. A kick that can turn an ordinary human into blood mist makes Orc's body fly backwards like a cannonball and hit the other charging wolf.
The two figures rolled to the ground at the same time, twitched a few times, and then became completely motionless.
At the same time, the rest of the wolf cavalry had completely surrounded the noble team.
The roar of wolves, the roar of Orc, the screams of nobles, and the metallic sound of weapons colliding together, forming a chaotic and bloody picture.
The private soldiers struggled to resist, but it was difficult for their swords to cause fatal damage to the thick Orc leather armor and the fierce wolf warriors.
But the Orcs didn't have time to cause too many casualties. What Benjamin did was a complete one-sided massacre.
He shuttles between the wolves and Orc like the god of death. Every time he flashes, it means the end of a life.
A Orc wolf Knight wielded a machete and slashed at Benjamin from the side.
Benjamin did not dodge or dodge, but instead took a step forward, punched out with his right fist, and hit the scimitar blade accurately.
Bang!
There was a harsh metal collision sound, the scimitar rebounded violently, and the handle of the knife hit Orc's face hard, smashing half of its cheek to pieces, and the teeth mixed with blood sprayed out.
Orc let out a painful whimper, felt severe pain in his wrist, and dropped the knife.
Benjamin then stepped forward, grabbed Orc's neck with his left hand like an iron vice, and twisted it violently to the side!
Click!
The crisp sound of bone cracking was clearly audible on the noisy battlefield.
Orc's body went limp and was thrown down by Benjamin.
His movements are so fast that people can't see them clearly, and his power is so powerful that people can't understand them.
The wolf cavalry who tried to besiege him were without exception directly torn to pieces or exploded by him, or their throats were easily cut by the short sword in his hand.
There is no magic light, no Magic Power fluctuations, only the purest physical fighting.
But this kind of power that is the limit of mortals is more impactful than any gorgeous magic.
More than twenty wolf cavalry were completely slaughtered by Benjamin in just ten seconds.
When he slashed the last wolf that was trying to escape into two halves from head to tail, the entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence.
The only sounds left were the gentle breeze blowing through the wilderness and the heavy breathing of the nobles and guards.
When they saw the pile of Orc's bodies outside the manor, the nobles already knew that this "Jack" must be very powerful.
But it wasn't until they saw it with their own eyes and saw the opponent's exaggerated performance in battle that they realized that they still underestimated the opponent too much.
They originally thought that having Benjamin was just an extra guarantee, but now they realized that Benjamin was their absolute guarantee!
"Has this person already embarked on the road of Legend?" Count Reinhardt cautiously poked his head out of the hidden carriage, looking at Benjamin's back and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Benjamin held the bloody dagger and turned around calmly.
His eyes moved, indifferently scanning the nobles and guards who were stunned by extreme shock and fear.
"Keep going." He ordered briefly, without any emotion in his voice.
After seeing the scene just now, no one dared to face Benjamin head-on.
Everyone was silent, no one dared to complain, and no one dared to question any of Benjamin's orders.
The guards did not dare to make the slightest move, and couldn't help but gulp down their saliva as they looked at the corpses of Orc and War Wolf lying on the ground.
As people who have fought against these Orc, they understand the power gap between the two sides better.
After hearing the order "Jack", the guards trembled one after another, and then acted quickly as if they had been struck by a whip.
With the concerted efforts of a group of people, it didn't take long for the originally chaotic team to be reorganized. The carriage started slowly again, and the sound of the wheels was particularly clear in the dead wilderness.
The team continued to move forward amidst everyone's shock, leaving only the messy bodies of Orc and the Wolf Warriors on the wilderness, as well as the smell of blood that had not yet dissipated in the air.