Transmigration Gone Wrong

Not even sparing a measly second to think, Blake immediately got into action. She couldn't waste a single moment with hesitation - with such an opportunity right before her eyes, it was now or never.

She took a leather bag and filled it with slutty clothes - the only ones available - and some coins which were scattered around the bedroom.

'I need a weapon...' She thought but she had no idea where she could get one. Hence, that line of thought was discarded without a sole consideration. She had no time.

A fleeting thought crossed her mind at that moment - what if she didn't make it? What would Urag do to her then?

... But she had no time for doubt - this was her only chance. Staring at the side window that gave way to the west, she grabbed her things before going towards it.

The fall wasn't too big, as she lived inside a medieval longhouse. At first, she threw her rucksack at the nearby foliage, and exhaling loudly, she then jumped down.

Surprisingly, her legs endured the drop, just jiggling a little from the impact. A small smile came to her lips as she set her eyes towards the west mountains - there she could use the forest and high ground as an advantage.

At last, lady Luck graced Blake with her charms. There wasn't a single patrol eyeing the camp - as all of them were fighting. To Urag, the idea that Blake could try escaping didn't even cross his mind. Seeing that she obeyed every command of his without questioning, he finally let his guard down.

Her plan came to fruition. Her naked legs whistled with the sound of the wind as she ran towards the hills, the fresh air filling her lungs. She didn't pay a glance back at the camp, fearing that Urag would be right next to her toes, and instead ran with her all for 1 hour straight. Too focused on her departure, she didn't notice the high flames which soared to the skies - a byproduct of Urag's rage.

Back at her mansion, all the guards were nowhere to be seen. The main hall was filled with ashes, a deep scorch mark on the floor and walls.

"FIND HER!" He screamed with pure wrath at his subordinates.

'How dare she?!' His mind reeled at the situation, feeling an equal amount of anger and dismay. The metal of his Halberd's handle bent from sheer pressure, an emotion stronger than what he felt for Vultak surging within him - wrath. Luthic was his wife and path to power. So how could she betray him? He was her Lord and master. The moment he settled his hands back at her though, she would know pain. She would learn obedience.

All of the orcs ran towards the west, following her tracks like hunters searching for prey. Their speed completely outperformed Blake, and soon they reached her.

Blake's heart palpitated in fear of her pursuers. There were three of them, their classes being that of Shadow Masters. It wasn't a large stretch to say that their stats and skills were made for apex hunters. Blake was just a little rabbit in comparison to them.

They were just a few steps far from her and she knew what was about to happen.

'WHY?!' Her mind struggled to accept reality. She was so close to running away... so close and yet so far. In a matter of an hour, the distance she put between herself and the camp was reduced to nothing. How was she supposed to fight against something like that? Would she even ever escape? After all, for every level up she had, Urag increased his level cap two times more. The distance in prowess just increased with every day.

Just as the harsh truth crashed down on her, her legs falling to the ground in surrender, two soft arms grabbed her figure from behind, carrying her in a princess-like manner.

Before she could even take notice of the stranger, they burst through the forest. The speed they reached was so great that the woods blended into the background. A trail of dust was left behind their wake as the greater orcs were left behind.

Turning her head sideways, Blake stared at her savior, instantly being shocked by her beauty. With pearly white cheeks, her lips were plump and red, a slight smile plastering her lips. Her luscious black hair floated in the wind while her green eyes glanced back at Blake.

Both gazed at each other, seemingly lost in time.