Raidorl Seiken Senki-Chapter 4: Poisoned sword technique

Translated by SoundOfDestiny

Edited by Zil

“Buh-hi”

Catastrophe Orc rolled his eyes when he saw Raidorl suddenly jumping down from the defensive wall.

I’m not sure why he bothered to come down himself. Had this human come to be killed? Such bewilderment was clearly visible on the boar’s face.

Looking up from below at the face of the stick-faced monster, Raidorl sniffs mockingly.

“Ha! Don’t be stupid!”

“Bohuoo!”

Raidorl swung his sword sideways with a limp hip.

A straightforward slash sliced through the thick muscle of the catastrophe orc, and blood and guts spurted from the bulky abdomen.

“Fugiiiiiiiiiiiiii”

The catastrophe orcs around him became agitated when they saw their comrades falling down and spewing their guts. One of them tried to swing the log and tried to smash it into the head of the person in front of him.

“oof!”

The log strikes the ground with a rock-shattering roar. The ground is shaken by the mighty arm of the catastro-orc.

“Buhooo?”

But there is no sign of Raidorl.

It was as if a candle had been blown out and the black-clad figure had vanished into thin air.

“Too late. I’m yawning here.”

“Gee, ……?”

In the blink of an eye, Raidorl was behind him and plunged his sword into the boar’s neck. With a precise cut through the medulla oblongata, the giant monster was killed in an instant.

“I’m not done cutting yet. Come on, come on, come on!” 𝙗𝙚𝙙𝒏𝙤𝒗𝒆𝒍．𝒄𝙤𝙢

“Bohaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”

The remaining catastro-orc rushed towards Raidorl, who beckoned them with a deliberate flex of his fingertips.

The young swordsman bared his fangs belligerently at the hordes of boars and beastmen who were crushing him with their huge bodies.

“Sword fighting technique, poisonous dragon’s tail!”

A black mist that seemed to have been concocted from the dark of the night and coagulated around the steel sword in Raidorl’s hand.

With a black miasma that seemed to contaminate the very core of his being, Raidorl unleashed a slash with all his might.

“Giaaaaahhhh”

The miasma from the sword turned into a black whirlwind that blew the catastrophe orcs away from the crowd. The huge body, which must have weighed 200 kilograms, flew through the air as if it were a joke.

“A …… g…… gaaaaa……!”

However, it is a disaster class demon. The majority of them seemed to still be breathing, although they were bleeding from various parts of their bodies from the whirlwind of slashes.

The catastrophe orcs were on the ground, looking up at Raidorl with hatred and trying to raise themselves with slow movements. There were still signs of fighting spirit in their eyes, and Raidorl whistled in admiration.

“Hugh, you’re very strong. I’m impressed.”

“G-u-u-u-u ……!”

“But, ……, can you get up?”

“G……?”

The catastro-orc, which was trying to lift its huge body while blood spurted from its limbs, collapsed with a crash.

Their eyes widen in horror as they see their fellow brethren lying on the ground, shaking and foaming.

“My sword doesn’t end when it cuts. It’s just the beginning.”

“B……hi…………?”

The reddish-black skin of the catastrophe organs, which were hit by the black slashes, turned purple as soon as they saw it. The boar’s mouth, which had turned a poisonous purple, as if it had been painted, spurted out a gurgling stream of blood.

It was the effect of the cursed poison in the slash.

In the beginning, the orc race was not very strong in magic resistance. The mutant catastrophe orc is no exception, and is easy prey in the face of Raidorl’s cursed swordplay.

“Well, …… what about the rest?”

Raidorl’s lips lifted sarcastically as he glared at the catastrophe orcs that had escaped the attack.

A few of them narrowly escaped the venom, but the look in their eyes was a different kind of fright.

It was only natural that they should be so frightened, as their comrades were being cut to pieces before their eyes, and their comrades were writhing in agony from an unidentified poison.

The remaining catastrophe organizers are backing away, looking for an opportunity to escape from Raidorl.

“Now! Your turn!”

“ooo-hoo-hoo-hoo!”

However, they were unable to escape. The gates of the city of Raid were thrown open, and the adventurers who had been holed up in the city rushed out.

At the head of the pack was the guild master, Zafis. His hair and beard were gray, and he wielded a sword as big as he was and slammed it into the catastrophe orc.

As Zafis struggled to keep up with his age, Raidorl shrugged his shoulders.

“Come on, Zafis, you’re pushing it. You’re too old for this.”

“Bupiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!”

Seeing the enemy reinforcements, the catastro-orc turns their back and begins to flee in panic.

The scene would normally be one of rejoicing at the fact that their shell-shocked prey has come out from under them, but most of their comrades have already been affected by the cursed slash.

Their momentum was at its lowest, and there was no way they were going to stay and fight.

For them, this battle that is about raiding and plundering the frontier cities became a failure.

There was a huge difference in morale between the adventurers who were fighting to defend their home and their place in the world.

One by one, the adventurers thrust their weapons at the fleeing catastro-orc. One after another, the screams of the dying orc cried out into the remote forest.