Chapter 128 Traitor?
Continuous days of trekking through the wilderness had exhausted the survivors of Golden Port.
The carriage team staggered along the dusty dirt road, each step carrying a heavy numbness.
The nobles had long lost their initial dignity, their gorgeous robes were stained with mud, and their exquisite hairstyles were messy, but a glimmer of hope began to ignite in their eyes.
Because, just at the end of the horizon, the outline of a human city is clearly visible!
It was a medium-sized kingdom city named "Orsay".
It is not as close to the sea as Golden Port, but it also appears to be full of vitality due to its geographical location connecting several trade trunk lines.
The towering city walls glowed gray in the sunlight, and the city gates were wide open, and the buildings behind the gates and the pedestrians coming and going could be vaguely seen.
These all point to the fact that it is safe here!
"Look! It's Orsay City!" Baron Fabio was so excited that he almost jumped out of the carriage, with uncontrollable ecstasy on his fat face.
His voice was trembling, as if he had seen redemption.
"Finally - finally arrived at a safe place!" Count Reinhardt also breathed a long sigh of relief, and the heartstrings that had been tense for many days finally relaxed slightly.
After so many days of traveling, at this moment, the very existence of this city is a huge temptation.
The private soldiers and guards also cheered up, with smiles on their tired faces showing the smiles of those who had survived the disaster.
The city's taverns and hotels, as well as clean beds and hot food, all tempted them.
Benjamin Standing at the front of the team, he stopped and looked calmly at the city ahead.
", Can we go into the city to rest and replenish some necessary supplies?" Count Reinhardt walked to Benjamin cautiously, with a pleading tone in his voice, "The horses need to be fed, and there is not much dry food left--"
Benjamin nodded silently, knowing that these nobles really needed rest and supplies.
"Yes." Benjamin replied briefly, "But the team cannot all enter the city. Your carriage and most of the people will stay outside the city. Send an elite guard to go into the city to purchase supplies. The rest of you, rest where you are and be vigilant."
Although the nobles did not understand Benjamin's caution, they were all frightened by the power Benjamin had shown before and all agreed that they would definitely be able to enter the city and enjoy themselves.
Soon, the nobles formed a huge team of nearly a hundred people, leaving most of the guards behind, and rushed towards the distant city.
As soon as they stepped into the city, all kinds of noises came towards them, which made the nobles who had been running around in the wilderness for several days burst into tears and wished they could find a better hotel to rest now.
However, something unexpected happened!
"Kill!!"
A loud shout filled with murderous intent suddenly erupted from the city gate!
Immediately afterwards, more than ten black shadows suddenly rushed out from the city gate like ghosts, as fast as lightning!
They were wearing uniform uniforms, and what they held tightly in their hands were not common swords, but daggers and short spears tempered with a faint green light.
This assassination team has a clear target and attacks the noble carriage in the center of the team!
Their movement was dexterous, and they avoided the guards who tried to block them, and went straight to the vital point like poisonous snakes.
"It's an assassin! Protect!" General Brandon roared.
The guards around him also reacted quickly. These guards may be vulnerable to Orc, but if they are faced with an assassination, they are too professional.
Unfortunately, the number of guards who followed the nobles into the city was too small, and the number of assassins was far beyond imagination. Soon many assassins rushed over despite the obstruction of the guards.
Barons Count Reinhardt and Fabio screamed in terror in the carriage, and the women were so frightened that they huddled together and cried bitterly.
An assassin has already rushed to Count Reinhardt's carriage, the poisoned dagger in his hand shining with cold light, piercing the carriage curtain.
"Seeking death!"
Benjamin's voice came from the side.
He had already discovered these killers lurking at the city gate and had expected this.
In just a blink of an eye, he rushed to the front of the team.
Before the first assassin could touch the carriage curtain, Benjamin had already flashed behind him.
He stretched out his left hand and grabbed the assassin's head.
Click!
There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and the assassin's head twisted at a weird angle. His body softened and turned into a pile of mud. The poisonous dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a "ding".
Benjamin didn't even look at it, and his figure flashed again, like a blurry black shadow, moving through the crowd.
"Ah!!"
Screams kept coming and going!
These professional assassins looked as fragile as paper in front of Benjamin.
This unequal killing lasted less than a minute.
When Benjamin threw the last assassin to the ground like a rag doll, all the men in black had fallen into a pool of blood, and no one was spared.
They died with eyes closed, their eyes full of confusion and fear.
Benjamin calmly walked up to an assassin who had not yet completely expired. There was blood pouring from the assassin's mouth and his pupils were dilated. It was obvious that he would not live long.
Benjamin squatted down, seemingly checking the opponent's situation.
A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and powerful spiritual power penetrated through his fingertips and directly invaded the assassin's mind.
"Soul Search."
He forcibly read the memory fragments of the assassin when he was dying.
Scenes like broken glass flashed in front of Benjamin's eyes. The magnificent aristocratic mansion of Royal Capital. In the banquet hall, several men and women in luxurious clothes, with hypocritical smiles on their faces, were secretly discussing something.
Judging from the patterns on these people's clothes and the names they call each other, they are the relatives of Baron Count Reinhardt, Fabio and others.
With greed in their eyes, they discussed how to "reasonably" inherit the titles and wealth from these exiled nobles.
And this assassination team was assigned by the Royal Capital noble family. After confirming the whereabouts of the fleeing nobles, they took the opportunity to ambush them, intending to create an "accident" so that they could legitimately inherit all the inheritance.
When the assassin died, Benjamin also stood up expressionlessly.
He was not surprised at all by the information he had just seen. He had already expected it before leaving the city.
In fact, not only Benjamin, the moment they saw these assassins, the nobles present immediately thought of this possibility.
"We can't go into the city anymore! Not any city!" Count Reinhardt suddenly grabbed Benjamin's clothes, his old face was full of despair, and his voice was trembling hoarsely, "Those jackals from Royal Capital, they will eat us alive! They know our location and everything about us! We must avoid all towns and go directly to Royal Capital!"
Other nobles also agreed. They would rather eat and sleep in the wilderness and endure hunger and exhaustion than set foot in any city that may have traps.
Benjamin nodded. "Then you go back first and let the guards buy supplies first."
"Okay! Okay! Let's go!"
The nobles hurriedly left the mess behind, arranged for a few housekeepers to negotiate with the city's nobles, and then left the city and returned to the team outside the city.
Being forced to give up the decision to enter the city for repairs made the atmosphere of this noble team extremely depressed.
When the first ray of sunlight in the morning tried to penetrate the dense fog, the team led by Benjamin had already penetrated into an area where the mist-shrouded wetlands and dense forests meet.
The air here has become extremely humid, and the smell of decaying leaves and earth is mixed with a sweet plant and floral fragrance, making people feel a little uncomfortable.
The branches of the tall trees were twisted, blocking the sky and the sun, so that the marching team could not feel a trace of the warmth of the sun. Only the dim light danced mottled in the forest.
"Stop!" Benjamin suddenly raised his hand.
The team behind him stopped in response, the horses neighed nervously, the wheels stopped turning, leaving only the heavy breathing of the guards and the violent beating of their hearts.
Everyone felt an inexplicable depression, as if something terrible was hiding behind the mist, peering at them.
In this moment of deathly silence--
Wow!
A loud noise broke all the tranquility.
Not far away, the calm swamp surface suddenly exploded, causing muddy water to splash everywhere.
A suffocating giant beast rose from the ground like a hill and broke out of the water!
That's a giant python!
Its dark green scales were covered with disgusting mucus, reflecting a cold light in the dim light.
The torso is abnormally thick, the head is bigger than the carriage, and a pair of amber beast eyes are full of bloodthirsty and fierce light.
The fishy saliva dripped from the fangs of its bloody mouth, corroding the ground it touched, and emitting white smoke.
As soon as it appeared, it opened its huge mouth without hesitation and pounced directly on the nearest noble carriage. Its venomous fangs were enough to tear a horse and carriage into pieces in an instant.
The guards were so frightened that they raised their swords, but their bodies trembled slightly in fear. Facing this behemoth, they seemed so small and weak.
Benjamin The moment the giant python's huge head was about to touch the carriage, he appeared next to the giant python like a ghost.
He gathered strength with his right leg, concentrated all his strength on one point, and kicked the side of the giant python's huge head as hard as thunder!
Bang!
There was a deafening loud noise, like thunder on the ground.
The giant python's huge body shook suddenly, and its hard skull was visibly dented by Benjamin's kick.
Thick blood mixed with brain matter spurted out from the wound like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding muddy water a shocking dark red.
The giant python let out a painful and shrill roar, and its huge body twisted wildly, stirring in the swamp so that water splashed and the trees shook.
Its huge tail swept across like a whip, cutting off the surrounding trees and making a series of "clicking" sounds.
However, Benjamin seemed to be stuck to the giant python, unwavering.
Without giving it any chance to breathe, Benjamin thrust his hands into the python's neck.
"Open it for me!"
He exerted a sudden force, his whole body muscles stretched, and his arms expanded like steel bars.
Tsk!
Under everyone's horrified gaze, Venom Marsh Giant Python's head, which was bigger than a carriage, was torn off from his body by force!
Along with large amounts of stinking blood and mucus, Venom Marsh Giant Python's head was violently torn in half by Benjamin.
The huge headless corpse bounced on the spot for a moment, and then crashed to the ground, kicking up a mountain of mud and crushing the surrounding bushes and trees.
All the nobles and guards looked pale at this moment, and their eyes were filled with incredible fear and awe.
However, at the moment when everyone was relieved by the death of the giant python and thankful that the danger was over, Benjamin suddenly stopped smiling and looked in one direction.
"No!" he shouted in a low voice, "Protect!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded!
A rapid and dense rain of arrows shot accurately at several noble carriages in the center of the team with a cold light.
"It's an ambush!" General Brandon roared fiercely.
Although Benjamin had given a warning, many unlucky nobles were still shot to death on the spot.
Then, deep in the forest, there was the sound of rapid footsteps and a low roar like a wild beast.
An elite Orc team of about fifty people, wearing simple but tougher leather armor, armed with short spears and sharp 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 Orc are different from the wolf cavalry encountered before. Their actions are more covert and their tactics are clearer.
They gave up attacking the ordinary guards and attacked the carriages of Baron Count Reinhardt, Baron Fabio and General Brandon.
"Fabio! Protect the count!" General Brandon roared angrily, pulled out his long sword, and rushed towards the beast.
The guards and adventurers resisted desperately, but faced with this well-trained and tactically clear elite Orc team, they quickly fell into a disadvantage.
Orc The tips of their spears have a faint green light. Once they are stabbed, the person who was stabbed immediately falls to the ground and twitches, foaming at the mouth.
The nobles in the carriage turned pale and trembled with fear. Baron Fabio screamed, "How is it possible?! How do they know our specific location? How do they know which carriage we are in?!"
Count Reinhardt clung to the inner wall of the carriage, his old face twisted with fear, his eyes flashed with terrifying light, and he looked in the direction of Royal Capital in the distance:
"This can't be a coincidence - these beasts know our whereabouts very well! Someone in this team tipped off the information!"
Fortunately, Benjamin, who had just dealt with the giant beast, had also rushed back, and he instantly rushed into the elite team of Orc.
Bang!
Benjamin struck a straight punch, blowing the head of a Orc striker who was trying to jump onto the carriage, causing red and white objects to fly and fall to the ground.
Blood splattered in the dense forest, broken limbs and broken arms flew everywhere, and screams and wails could be heard one after another.
Soon, this elite Orc team of more than fifty people was slaughtered by him.
When the last Orc had its neck broken by Benjamin and fell to the ground, the forest fell into an eerie silence again.
General Brandon reacted quickly. He didn't care about his injuries. He carefully checked the situation of these Orc.
Soon, he pulled a blood-soaked sheepskin scroll from the waist of a Orc.
The drawing style of this parchment scroll is obviously a human handiwork!
The route they traveled was clearly marked on it, as well as the subtle features of several carriages!
"This-" Count Reinhardt looked a little ugly, "There is a traitor in this team!"
"Damn! Who is it?!"
"We have to leave quickly, otherwise it will be even more troublesome for Orc behind us to catch up!"
The existence of the traitor soon spread throughout the convoy. Looking at the somewhat confused nobles, Benjamin leaned against the tree with his arms folded expressionlessly.
But no one noticed that the corners of his mouth raised slightly when he saw the sheepskin scroll.