I Became the First Prince: Legend of Sword's Song

Monsters are using musical instruments beneath the walls.

Maximilian turns his head, unconsciously, in response to the malice and murder that is flashing in his yellow eyes.

The walls were visible.

"Shoot! Keep shooting! "

I saw the commander of the Winter Castle encouraging soldiers to use evil. Soldiers cut off the hooks and made an elongated axe.

"Don't put a single one on the wall! "

An article shouted. I saw a knife buried in my eyes that did not bleed with filthy flesh and blood.

The smell of monsters, the smell of blood, the smell of boiling oil, the sweat of the men, all of which clogged Maximilian's breath.

My head got messed up.

The strange fragrance in it made my head twitch.

Jaw.

Then someone grabbed my shoulder. The spinning axe slams right in front of your nose with a whooshing sound.

"Don't get bruised against the wall. "

One prince, one brother, kicked his tongue and said,

The chaos sank just by listening to a gruesome voice that did not fit into the battlefield of life and death. It felt like I was suffocating like a liar.

"The one in the fancy outfit is the first target. "

In his words, Maximilian looked around rather than looking at my body. Above the colorless leather armor, only himself was wearing a shining gold glove among the fur rangers.

"Thank you..."

"When you die, the Orcs' morale rises. Orcs with increased morale become more stubborn. "

I thought you were worried. But it wasn't. He was saying he was in the way.

My face is burning up. Maximilian hides his face, leaning down without even knowing me. But he was just a moment too.

The Maximilian who raises his head again flirts with the sword.

I saw the monsters I encountered for a while, but now I intend to fight with my mind.

"Lord Erhim!"

"Yes, Your Majesty! "

I heard Herchim Kiringer's voice right next to me. Herchim knew what the prince wanted from the beginning.

As Herchim gestures, the soldiers and knights waiting under the walls begin to climb up the stairs.

But before they could climb all the steps, someone shouted.

"Don't come up! Twist the line!"

He was the first prince.

"I'd rather wait under! "

Maximilian looks around.

The walls are crowded. Obviously, summoning a lot of troops at once didn't seem like a good way.

I sent down the soldiers who were coming up, and I summoned only the knights.

and let them help the soldiers.

Knights of the Iron Magnetic Corps, disguised as mercenaries, drew their swords and scattered everywhere.

"Long time no see! Your Majesty! "

"The Goddess is busy! "

The wire that passed through the wall shouted cheerfully.

"What, why are you here..."

"I'm back because I don't have enough hands! "

When the prince saw them, the fisheye became dumb.

"I'll see you later! "

"Good luck! "

The wireman chuckled and threw a single word at each of them, and passed by the prince.

"It's been a long time, Lord Arwen! "

As I rush back and forth, I open my eyes, looking at the man who was dealing with the Orcs on the wall.

"Lord Dunham?"

"Still there, Ike. "

A man who shatters the head of an oak swinging around the axe smiles.

"Let's talk about it later. "

The man cut off the hook. The oak, which almost reached over the wall, hurriedly hangs over the wall. The man wins the finger.

"Ew!"

The oak drops off with a beady scream.

Maximilian watches the wires settle all over the wall. As they entered the battle, the situation on the wall improved.

Shall I cut the arrows? shall I blow the arrows? And the wandering rangers put their swords back together, and took hold of the bow.

"Shoot!"

The Rangers shoot arrows in unison in response to the commander's timing.

The arrowheads descend, and the orcs of the Brotherhood die in a heap. But the bottom of the wall was still full of oaks.

I couldn't even count how many Orcs there were.

"I think it's about 1,000."

However, Herchim Kiringer has only 1,000 men. How many 18,000 troops are there?

Maximilian is completely bored.

But in the meantime, his hands were moving diligently. He aims for a ranger who flies his bow, throws out a flying spear with a knife, and cuts off the hook at the end of the wall. If there's an oak in his head, he kicks it with his feet.

I've been so busy for a while. Then I felt something strange.

"Knights of Winter Castle are gathering at the gates! "

Herchim exclaims. Maximilian looks unwittingly beneath the wall.

The Orcs were still waggling.

I looked inside the wall again.

There were Knights of Winter Castle. Their eyes were full of radiance, twisting knives and spears and breathing. There was a prince at the forefront. Until a little while ago, I couldn't understand when the man who was knitting right next to me went down there.

But that wasn't the point at the moment.

"No way..."

It was important to know that they were boiling up like they were going to run out of the glottis.

I believed it would not be.

The outside of the wall was full of oaks. Only thirty fewer knights could have jumped in between.

But the expectation was missed.

"Frostbite! "

I heard Doré lifting heavy objects with a gloomy roar

Cards won.

The Orcs, who were striking the Aung San Suu Kyi under the wall, began to flock to the gate.

Gwwwww!

Khhhhhh!

The Orcs shout with their eyes turned upside down.

I heard a loud voice through the commotion.

It was so low, so small a whisper. Nevertheless, I dug my ears sharper than any noise.

"The snow-covered mountain frozen red blood permeated walls are speechless. "

One day, on the way to the Winter Castle, the rangers called. If there was a difference, it was more of a speech than a song that was a mess.

I wasn't surprised.

"Only the sound of the trumpet of the dawn advancement resonates. "

Soon after the noise, the air of the winter castle began to run strangely.

Goooooo.

It was like the sound of the armament soaring in my ears.

The Rangers have a rough breath of heat. Their eyes were full of bright eyes.

"The snow-covered mountain frozen red blood permeated walls are speechless! "

"Only the trumpet of the dawn advancement resonates! "

Suddenly, as the knights roared, they followed the sound of his words.

Ooooooooooooooooo.

At that moment, Maximilian felt the Mana of the Ring fluctuate like crazy.

"Your Majesty! Turn your energies to protect yourself! "

Herchim Kiringer shouts like a scream.

Maximilian drew up his energy and resisted the sudden twist. The wire lions were also stopping the battle and retreating and sinking the fluctuating Mana.

What the hell is going on?

The Orcs have a shaman who does strange magic. Is this the trick? Or what happened to him in winter. There were countless thoughts in my head.

Suddenly the rangers sang. A rusty tune of sound resounded across the walls.

At that instant, there was a roar.

"Charge!"

One prince saw his brother rush forward with a blue flame on his sword.

A flame-like sword that I've never seen before in my life, a gold mine flashes by it, and the sound of knights begins to glow blue.

Ehhhh!

Huuuuuuuuuuu!

The Orcs, gathered right before the gate, screamed and flew into the sky. Their dark green bodies that sprung up everywhere were so unrealistic that they were horrible.

Knights of Winter Castle dug the gap. They slit through the dark green waves in a wedge-shaped row.

An oak with its limbs cut off, and an oak hit by a blue flame falls out of the pickup. The knights trampled on the body and moved forward.

The Orcs scream. Knights roar.

"Ah..."

Maximilian stares at him, ignorant.

At the end of his gaze, he saw a boy slicing orcs like crazy from the front.

"Oh, my God..."

As the royal nobles took away the ball of my outsider, the Orcs had no place to use it, incompetent and ruthless, ignoring that they would never catch a Goblin. The known Brotherhood of Destruction was leading the knights and crushing the enemy.

Maximilian was creepy at the moment.

I didn't know if it was because I was impressed by the articles of Winter Castle that cut the dark green waves, or because he knew the face of a brother who lowered himself and hid his strength.

The only thing that was certain was that something ridiculous was happening in front of my eyes.

Orcs, pushed by brave knights, rushing towards the Orcs of the Watercolor Cloth, were screaming and fleeing everywhere.

I was struck by the remarkable achievements of only thirty knights.

The orcs under the walls start to turn around and flee. The Rangers call out to the military and shoot at the bow. I slaughtered the Orcs who fled with arrows like showers.

Soldiers pour out under the open gates. Unlike the Rangers, they were infantrymen heavily armed with armor and shields.

Hundreds of infantrymen ran along the knights. The knights begin to slaughter the orcs with a broad array.

"Your Majesty..."

Herchim Kiringer approaches and talks.

Looking at the face of a half-frozen knight, Maximilian strokes my face.

I would have a face like that.

I forcefully grabbed a stiff face. I spoke with a trembling voice.

"So do we."

I looked outside the castle for a while. There was a history of winter castles pushing out dark green waves.

"I'm leaving."

The blood boils, but the cold water dries.

"It's a pack."

Herchim Kiringer said.

It is reckless to leave the city in such a state that the knights who fought against the wall are already quite exhausted.

At the end of the day, Maximilian looked around.

"Ah..."

Herchim's words were not false.

I saw wires standing on the wall and breathing on my shoulders. I wonder if I can see them exhausted in a while.

What's wrong?

Wireless knights and Winter Castle knights are something else.

The first knights in the battle and the most violent fighters of the winter castle are alive and well, and the wireman knows why they're already doing that.

I didn't know why.

Maximilian chews his lips and looks outside the castle.

Knights and infantrymen were hunting scattered orcs.

The battle is over soon.

"We won! "

The prince shouts, lifting the red armor high above the sky like blood. But the gaze was fixed on my brother.

The snowy brother smiled. But my brother couldn't smile or cry. I was just staring at my brother in the middle of a corpse full of bodies everywhere.

But there were those who were more surprised than that.

"What the hell..."

The senior mercenaries of the Silver Fox Mercenaries are completely distracted by the sight of the open gates.

Bang bang.

The battle is over, and the heart is racing like crazy. In their gaze, there was a boy who returned with the Orcs' armies on his shoulders, like an improvement general.

Hedgehog.

The boy laughs. Exactly where the superior silver foxes gather.

The boy summoned one of the soldiers and handed him an earring. A soldier with a nod rushes to the silver foxes.

"The First Prince said, "

The soldier said with a solemn face, as if he were preaching a royal command.

"You asked me to see you separately after the battlefield cleanup. "

The leader of the silver foxes nodded.

"Vincent! I won! Nineteen now! "

"I have twenty-six, so it's not too far! "

Boy, I saw the first prince and the eldest son of the Winter Holy Spirit fighting.

"At least ten squadrons! Then I'm twenty-eight! "

"That way, I have a short-term army. I'm thirty-five. "

The two men who raised their voices to something unknown seemed like immature boys. Except for the blood and disgusting flesh on your body.

"This is completely different from what I heard. "

The leader of the silver foxes said.

"I heard you couldn't do it alone. "

The silverfox glanced over the wall without my knowledge, and the prince looked at my brother with a complicated face.

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