Overlord: Divine Kingdom Camelot

Chapter 7

Arthur pov

We managed to ride our horses down the mountain and finally made our way to a settlement, which is a relief.

Mordred: About Fucking time! God I didn't think we ever get here.

Bedivere: Calm yourself Mordred.

Galahad: Yes I know you are relieved but please calm yourself.

Mordred wanted to snap back but sighed and stopped herself knowing that they were right. But then Tristan raised his hand and signaled all of us to stop before we could reach two hundred yards to the village.

Arthur: Tristan?

Guinevere: Is something wrong?

Tristan: Not sure however we may have ourselves a defensive welcome.

Agravain: What do you see?

Tristan: I see that the village has armored individuals that are waiting for us, perhaps cautious of us.

Lancelot: Are they knights, do they serve a kingdom?

Tristan: Hmmm it's unclear they all have leather armor and a variety of weapons...although one of them is a man with a unique case perhaps.

Percival: How so?

Tristan: The one standing in front of the others is not only wearing armor but also possesses eight swords, four on both his hips.

Mordred: Eight? The hell is he doing that for?

Agravain: It's either he is a master swordsman or there is more to him and are the people of that village hostages?

Tristan: No they are as curious along with the warriors.

Well you can't blame people for being cautious especially coming across a mountain range however we came this far and we must be prepared for what follows.

Arthur: Then let us make first contact.

My knights agreed along with Guinevere and we headed to the gate until we got close enough about twenty-five yards. The man Tristan described to us is now standing at the gate with his eight swords. I looked him over and he certainly had the feeling of a veteran even though his muscles showed regardless of the armor he looked stern but wild especially with his thick eyebrows and unkempt mustache although his eyes were rather small and not as much for intimidation.

Orlando: Well now you must be the knights that my men told me about and I must say I didn't expect knights coming from the south.

Lancelot: And who might you be? * getting cautious *

Orlando: The name is Orlando Campano. I'm one of the Nine colors of the Holy Roble Kingdom.

Agravain: The Nine Colors? * he whispered *

Perceval: Could be like our round table. * whispered back *

Orlando: So what brings you all the way out here?

Arthur: We wish to speak to the ruler of your kingdom. Will you allow us to meet them?

The man Orlando looked at us over, analyzing us until he started having a big grin on his face.

Orlando: I might do that on one condition, though.

Mordred: And what condition is that?

Orlando: How about a one on one duel?

Arthur: Duel?

Orlando: Yes, and the one I want to fight is you.

He pointed at me, which made all my knights, including my wife Guinevere, upset.