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

The joy of victory, the joy of finally returning the prince, and the presence of the Warlord made me go back and forth.

The mouths of those who looked at the mountains were shut like a hiccup.

The sunken atmosphere was no different from that of the Assassin Straggler.

Maximilian has suffocated. I had to do something for the oppressed soldiers like the Stragglers. But my mouth didn't rest.

Still vividly, the terrible roar left in his brain made him mute.

He chews his lips and rolls his feet.

Then I heard an arrogant voice.

"Take it out."

It was a silent city, so there was a prince who turned his head to hear a clear voice and traces of hard hiking and battle.

At the order of the prince, I spread out something that the rangers were carrying.

As long as the human skin resembled it, but had a dull, red glow that looked much tougher and accentuated, it was the skin of something huge.

Jaw.

With the leather on the floor, a large headache appeared, wrapped around it.

"Ugh!"

I heard voices everywhere breathing in vain.

The head of a vicious monster that seems to roar alive right now.

"Ogre fourteen, Troll eleven. "

One prince said.

"If I had just had more time, I would have dried up a lot of seeds. "

I can't be arrogant. It feels like a bluff.

"But why only one headache? "

The eldest son of the Winter Holy Spirit asked the prince.

"Why are you carrying everything you can't use? One souvenir is enough. What, you don't believe me now? "

"No, I don't really believe it. I'm about four skins. I don't think it's right. "

In Vincent's words, the prince blurted with his arms.

"I was very, very distracted. So nothing was fine. "

As I had just remembered, the prince reached out his hand. I gave you the red cloth as if the Ranger had waited.

"One army of Orc elite battalions captured from the mountains, and one more short-term army of Shamans just captured. "

Rangers stumble as if they were a child who couldn't throw away a hit.

"So what's the score now? "

"Let's see. Because you said you hit ten squadrons. Two of His Majesty's troops. Nineteen armies in the battlefield. Thirty-nine."

"The commander has twenty-eight battalion troops in a fleet..."

"I'm thirty-nine, Vincent's thirty-eight. "

The prince reached out.

"Vincent Ballerhard. "

He squeezes his thumb and flips it, turning it halfway down.

"I won. "

In that arrogant appearance, the eldest son of the Winter Saint frowned on Warlock's face, and the rangers and knights waxed and shouted.

"Your Majesty has overtaken the captain! "

"The captain has lost! "

At that time, the eldest son of the Winter Holy Spirit choked and shouted.

"You just picked up the flag from behind! Unadmissible! "

At the end of the day, the rangers and the knights were busy.

"Woo! Captain! Ugly! Admit defeat! "

"Only the Auger and Troll you captured will defeat the captain! Admit it! "

"Whose side are these bastards on now! Who's your boss? "

The Winter Holy Spirit's eldest son, abandoned by his men, vomited an angry cry, but no one responded.

"So now you are the best warrior of our Winter Castle? "

"Hmmm."

Then someone coughed in vain.

People turned their heads to the coughing sound of strangely focused attention. Earl Valrhaud, Lord of Winter Castle, was watching without a word.

"It was fifty-nine."

A word that passes by, as if it were a snail.

"It's not too far. "

People later understood what the commander said. And I recalled the fact that I had forgotten.

Fighting the longest Orcs here, I recall the presence of knights among the articles that slaughtered the most Orcs.

"Aren't you ashamed that you're an older man playing with young people? Now I'm halfway back on the front line. "

One prince, who had lost control of Mack, chattered with controversy.

"Records don't disappear. "

That's what the commander said to the prince. The winner's generous smile was a dumb one.

Maximilian, who was dumbfounded by the fact that the prestigious commander had entered into a childish flag race, realized.

The atmosphere of the winter castle, which sank like a castle just before the fall, had changed as usual.

Maximilian's gaze is on the Commander.

I saw the commander and his eldest son staring at each other.

"Ah..."

Then Maximilian could see why they had acted deliberately in front of the soldiers.

Even if I had abandoned my body, it would have been to ventilate the soldiers' attention. In fact, it had nothing to do with the number of flags from the beginning. "Anyway, the outsider falls in love. I'm the best."

Of course, there were some boys in the brokerage who were persistent in putting out their flag numbers.

In any case, it was as true as the unknown tension and anxiety that surrounded the castle.

"Return the wounded to the barracks, be healed, and cleanse the battlefield of the wounded! "

Once the atmosphere returns to normal, the Commander instructs you to do what needs to be done immediately.

"Stop playing and collect the arrows! I don't know about you, but keep your hands and feet! "

"Those bastards who can't recover as many arrows as they shoot, they'll be hitting all night! "

The commanders kick the Rangers' asses with a harsh slander.

"What did the infantryman leave behind? "

"Arthur. You can't use all the arrows if you tell them to. You know, when you're separated from the tackle, you're gonna have to pull it out with a knife, right? "

Soldiers roar and step outside the gates.

Maximilian admires it several times.

This is the term of office of the Field Commander. This is the way people have spent their whole lives with soldiers.

It wasn't a grand speech, but the atmosphere was impressed by the words of the poetic farmer.

Among other things, the most impressive thing to Maximilian was the appearance of a prince who lived in a luxurious royal palace for the rest of his life and acted like an old man who rolled a sphere in the field.

"Your Majesty."

Herchim Kiringer, who was on a hike with his brother, approached and bowed his head.

"Go to my room. "

There seemed to be a lot of stories to hear from him.

* *

The monsters born with extraordinary horrors from birth remained so fine even when they died. That's why I showed Ogre's head to the soldiers as if he was deliberately boasting of loot.

So that soldiers who have seen extraordinary monsters that have become loot can gain courage.

Half succeeded and half failed.

"Hmm."

The air that was as depressed as the castle just before the fall blew away, but that did not completely extinguish the Warlord's presence.

Rangers, knights, and commanders were avoiding any mention of the Warlord, as if they had made a promise. It's like something's gonna happen the minute you get it out of your mouth.

"Tsk."

I filled my tongue.

Even the Rangers and Knights of the Winter Castle, who could be warriors of the Hundred Years War, knew what soldiers from the royal family would do.

Even if there's a difference, it'll be just like them.

Two men were caught inside my field of view. Those were the mercenaries that the leader of the Silver Foxes gave me. It's been a long time since Warlord's roar has been heard, but the mercenaries' trousers are soaking wet.

I dug my nose.

It was pathetic, but it didn't make any sense.

The roar a little while ago was not just a roar. An orc was a roar created by a creature that crossed the species and captured its aura and presence.

It was a kind of propaganda pogo.

The momentum and presence in it was immeasurable to stamp the soul. It was an unbearable malice, even if they were slowly roasting hard places.

The same was true of mercenaries who fought hard battlefields.

Nevertheless, their appearance was pathetic because of the people of the winter castle who do their work in the usual way.

But I knew.

I knew that the mercenaries were not weak, but that the people of Winter Castle were strong.

But those strong men alone could not defeat the coming battle. More people were needed.

"Why can't we see more reinforcements? "

By now, I thought the lords down there would have sent reinforcements, but the castle's troops had not increased a bit before I left.

Requesting assistance shortly after detecting the presence of the Warlord. It was enough time to prepare for war.

In fact, the royal army arrived here.

However, the troops of the territory adjacent to the Valrhad territory are still invisible.

It was never normal.

"A troop of fallen reinforcements joined us a while ago. Through them, I was able to hear from the lords. "

Vincent intrudes. His voice carries a deep rage.

"According to the article that commanded the fallen soldiers, the lords of central and northern Europe did not really seem willing to send troops. "

I was furious together.

"Don't you know it's their turn when this place falls? "

"Ian, calm down. "

The outsider gently tiled me.

"This place will never collapse. "

I opened my eyes to the voice of an outsider who was astonishingly relaxed. The eyes of the outsider looking at me were so deep that it was strange.

"No way?"

Just in case.

"Not yet. But I almost touched the tip of my hand. "

The outsider smiled at me like that.

I was truly admired.

I felt like I had fallen in love with Simma and become a ruiner yesterday, but the outsider was moving beyond overcoming Simma to the next level. "I wish I had a little more time, but time is running out. "

Even so, the outsider didn't look real sorry. No, I felt like I was waiting for Warlord to come. "Don't worry, Knight Vale has never been defeated in the battle against the Orcs. "

In the words of the outsider, absolute confidence was buried.

Loop four, it was the knighthood's confidence in the Pentagon, not the Quad.

* *

The Orcs who had been attacking the castle every four days were no longer present, and Winter Castle's troops rested and prepared for the forthcoming battles.

I summoned Maximilian to send a request for assistance in the name of the two princes.

"I don't even know the name of my aunt or aunt. Your name will work. "

I didn't think the lords would ignore the name of the two princes. Maximilian also wrote a letter of support in a quite strong tone, although he did not say much about the political situation.

One of the rangers sent the letter to the nearby lords as a messenger.

"Are they really coming? "

"Ogie will come. The question is, is he coming in time? "

Maximilian sex sensitivity was a somewhat uneasy mood.

"Maximilian."

I told my brother that.

"If things go wrong, rebuild your defenses under the castle. "

"Tongue, brother! "

"We don't have enough troops. In any case, however, the men of Winter Castle will never abandon this castle. "

I'd rather be alone with the castle, but the outsiders and winter castle people will never back out of here.

However, the battle against Warlord had to bear in mind even the worst.

Maximilian told me that.

You're not a Winter Castle person, are you? If that happens, you'd better command the soldiers rather than yourself.

There is no such thing as a succession to the throne and a power struggle.

I just smiled instead of answering.

I was lucky to have the bloodline of a wrecked Leonberger, but there was still a man with a deep bloodstream. As the Rangers went down south with their letters, a knight called Black Spear Soldier, who Baleard boasted about, approached the castle.

"I returned from my mission. I'm sorry I'm late."

Whether the commander had a separate mission or not, they smelled dark blood arriving at the castle.

I marveled small as I climbed on the Black Horse and saw them in black armor.

If the Knights of the Wireless Knights were like a lightened sword, the Black Horseman was like a fierce beast.

There is an unquenchable energy everywhere, and it looks pretty strong.

A knight who looks like a wolf and resembles a monster while fighting a monster.

The Black Spear Soldier I saw was like that.

"Your Royal Highness. It's an honor to meet you. "

A man who introduced himself as the commander of the Black Spear Soldier, Queon Stuttheim, smiled like a wolf at me.

"How Vincent boasts. I think the charge with you is great. "

"Lord Queon! "

"Anyway, I'm looking forward to it. "

I saw him treat me without any prejudice, but he told me a good story about me around here before coming.

"Uh, me, too. "

The face-to-face meeting with the Black Spear Soldiers who introduced themselves as experts in the raid was also over.

By that time, Warlord's presence seemed close to the castle.

It should be a week long, four days short.

We really don't have much time until Warlord arrives.

I refined my mind. I prepared my day with the Warlord by watching the pieces of the sleeping soul and inside me.

The reinforcements that were waiting for me were still in the news, but the guests who wished not to come were standing in front of the castle.

Warlord, the hero of the Orcs led 20,000 troops and finally reached the Winter Castle with a blowing blizzard.

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