Excalibur Chronicle of Raidorl

And then – five years have passed since Raidorl was banished from King's Landing.

“Shoot!”

In the pioneer city of Raid, in the south of the Kingdom of Zain, shouts and roars rang out, shaking the air.

A man standing on the city wall shouted a command in a thick voice. Bows and arrows rained down on the heads of the enemy.

“Goaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Arrows pierce its entire body, and the two-legged boar lets out a scream of despair.

In the south of the pioneer city, a massive brick and wood wall has been built to prevent demons from attacking. 

Orcs are beastly monsters that live widely across the continent.It is a mutation of the “catastrophe orc”.

The reddish-black haired catastrophe orcs are at least a size larger than normal orcs, and their arm strength is several times greater.

There are dozens of them pushing against the wall. It was a disaster on a scale that would have destroyed a small town in a single night.

“It’s still closing in on me, ……!”

A middle-aged man who was in command on top of the defensive wall clicked his tongue.

The man's name is Zafis Bartolomeo (フィス・バルトロメオ). He is the main figure of the adventurers who protect the city, and he is a warrior who has been defending it for many years.

Despite the large number of arrows, the catastrophe orcs are still breaking down the wooden fences outside the walls.

“Fire! Keep firing! Don't let up!” 

“Ooh!” 

As Zafis raised his voice, the adventurers with bows shot arrows one after another.

A simple bow and arrow would not be enough to kill the thickly muscled catastro-orc. However, each bow and arrow is coated with a demon's poison, which should be effective against the orc mutant with its strong life force.

It's been a whole day since the catastrophe orc appeared, and despite the constant firing of arrows, the catastrophe orc has not slowed down.

If they continue at this rate, they will break down the fence and reach the defensive wall.

An empty moat has been dug outside the wall, but the catastrophe orc's physical strength should allow it to break through the wall with ease.

“We're going to lose if we don't…..do something about it”

Zafis gritted his teeth and growled bitterly.

Zafis Bartolomeo was originally an adventurer in an empire in the middle of the continent and was a great man who even slayed a dragon with a party of his friends.

But even for Zafis, the oncoming horde of evil was one of the greatest crises of his life.

“We'll get the women and children out before they reach the barrier. Get ready to evacuate!”

“Gu, Guildmaster. It's……”

One of the adventurers' faces crumpled in frustration as he declares his virtual defeat, abandoning the pioneer city.

The adventurers who gather in the pioneering city of Raid are all drifters who have lost their place in their homeland for one reason or another.

For them, this town was the last place they wanted to be, a place that could be called their second home. The declaration to abandon it was not easy to accept.

Zafis, understanding the adventurers' inner thoughts, smiles at them.

“Of course, I'm going to stay here till the end! This is my graveyard!”

“Hey, I'm coming with you! Boss!”

“Not ‘Boss’. Call me Guildmaster!”

Zafis picked up his spear and threw it with all his might. The spear was fired like a cannonball and pierced the abdomen of one of the catastro-orc, forcing it to its knees.

“Come on, you bastards! This is hell. This is the place to be! Shake every drop of your blood and stay here until the end……”

“Guildmaster”

“Stay on……at a time like this!?”

Zafis's speech was cut short by a young adventurer who was leading the evacuees.

Zafis's brow creased at the appearance of the young man who had ordered the women and children to flee with him in case of emergency.

“Jean! Why have you come back? I told you to run away ……!”

“The lord has returned! He's on his way here now!”

“Oh, thank God!”

At the mention of the word "lord", Zafis' eyes light up.

The adventurers around him also shouted with joy, and the mysterious air of determination to die was blown away.

“Haha, you’re late! That's what you get for being royalty! That's what you get for being so damn generous!”

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm such a lazy, pompous royal!”

“Oh!”

A shadow like a gust of wind ran past Zafis, who was swearing.

Even Zafis, a seasoned adventurer, could barely follow it with his eyes. He peels his eyes back and looks behind him.

He turned to see a silver-haired, red-eyed young man dressed in black, using the stones of the city walls as a foothold.

“You've kept me waiting! You've kept me waiting this long!”

The young man drew his sword from his waist and pointed it towards the sky.

The sheer majesty of its presence caused even the adventurers with their bows and the catastro-orc that was closing in on the defensive wall to stand still.

“My lord,……!”

“Oh, ……, you've come!”

“Our lord! Our grand master!”

“I'm the lord of this town, how can I not show up when the town is in danger?”

The young man raises his sword to the sky and smiles, his lips lifting in a belligerent smile in response to the praise of the hope he has gathered.

He swung his sword down and pointed it outside the wall.

“You can't expect to go home free after attacking the city of Raidorl Zain! I'm going to cut up every last one of them, skin and flesh, and put them in my purse!”

The silver-haired, red-eyed young man, Raidorl Zain, said arrogantly as he leaped from the defensive wall.

From his majestic and sturdy appearance, there is nothing the slightest traces of the weakness he showed when he was expelled from Royal Capital five years ago.

I'm the hero – that's what he said as he leapt at the enemy.