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

Everyone knew it the moment they saw it.

Who owns those 20,000 troops and who's the king.

A noble being born a ruler. An oak that goes beyond a bell called an oak. A tyrant born in the Blade Mountains.

He was the Warlord.

In front of that enormous presence, the soldiers of Wintercastle were terrified. Knights have fallen and the number of frightened mercenaries has increased.

There were some who fell on the ground, wrapped around their heads, and floated in and out.

The battle has not yet begun, but the atmosphere of the wall seems to have already fallen.

Then the monster grabs the flag. A few times more than a regular army, he grabs a giant flag like a spear and pulls his shoulders back.

A red glance swept through the winter castle. Then I stopped somewhere.

The butterfly with the symbol of Ballerhard was above the highest peak of the winter castle.

Warlord pulls his shoulders back and throws his weapon as it is.

The red flag flies through the whirling blizzard.

CardedGain.

I heard the tearing of the wind and the roaring of the flag.

Bang.

A red armor blooms over the spire. It was like the sheep that had been in their place from the beginning, and the red spice was naturally spilled.

People of the Winter Castle realized that moment.

What Warlord is trying to say now.

The king of the Orcs was claiming this land as his own. The red flag flying over the highest spire was his proclamation.

"What a jerk. You're making the proclamation grand. "

The Lord of Winter Castle frowned.

He looks at the soldiers.

The brave rangers and knights stare at the Orcs' army with their faces pressed against them. I wondered if they would be able to fight properly in that state.

If it was natural, it was natural.

Even the Knights of the Four Loops feel this pressure, but they're the ones who are going to die.

"Now that I've received a gift, I have to repay you. "

I was curiously speaking and looking for a way to reverse the situation, and one of the knights shouted as if looking at the spire.

"Someone's climbing the spire! "

People looked up at the spire again in a frenzied tone. Someone raises their head through the window and climbs up against the roof of the spire.

"Deliver the message to the Prince! "

An eye-catching knight shouted.

"When else would that be..."

The commander frowns. Until a little while ago, my nephew on the wall climbed the stairs of the spire and didn't know what he was doing there.

A prince who barely made it to the roof in a whirlwind cut off the waist of a flag flowered by a Warlord.

A prince holding the flag tightly stands with his shoulders extended. It looked like an improvised general who used the enemy's armies as loot.

The Holy Spirit of Winter was admired.

I don't understand why my nephew did that.

Flag of the Broken Ballerhard, Warlord's Short Term. It was a sight that seemed to imply an ominous future in itself. But the moment the prince lifted the platoon in my hand, it became a completely different scene.

"You got your enemy's big organs before you even got into a fight, so you're off to a good start! "

The Lord of Winter Castle laughed.

"You don't know why you're so obsessed with flags. "

His son was told.

"If it's a king's flag, you have to hit it with 50! "

"I can't even follow the captain anymore! "

The rangers waxed, burst into laughter.

However, the faces of those who laugh and chirp are still hardened. I can't defeat Warlord's presence, though I'm struggling to respond to the Prince's wits.

Boooooooooo!

Then someone blew the horn.

Again, he was a prince.

Boooooooooo!

One prince blew the horn again.

"Hmm?"

I was unfamiliar with the sound that followed several times, short and long.

"The snow-covered mountains, the frozen valleys, the bloody red walls are speechless? "

One of the knights hummed the wartime. The sound exquisitely matched the rhythm of the horn trumpet.

Then the knights who realized the prince's intentions turned the ring and called the time of war.

Boooooooooo!

The sound of the trumpet was also accompanied by a gloomy manna.

Wireless lions clumsily followed the poem, and the Knights of the Black Horseman, who arrived just moments ago, resonated with a ring and shouted the poem. Hundreds of knights singing songs spread throughout the winter castle.

Warlord's presence slowly weakens as he presses his soul. The back of my neck, stiffened by the tension, dried up again.

"Ian is busy today. "

The voice of the Winter Holy Spirit was filled with admiration.

Speaking in front of the majesty of the commander, I would not have been able to dramatically raise the bar. I would never have diluted the presence of the Warlord in front of them.

"Just let Ian move, and the Commander's body won't live. "

The Winter Holy Spirit handed over the spear. I was going to pay back what I put off.

The four rings rotate in unison and converge in the window. The winter lord, who breathed and breathed, threw out a spear.

Fresh!

The spear falls into the middle of the oaks, as powerful as the warlord's thrown armor.

With the sound of banging, dozens of oaks became blood loaves.

In time, Vincent sends an incoming call towards the bottom of the wall.

Captain of the Black Spear Cavalry, Queon Richheim nods. Then I raised my hand.

The Black Spear Soldiers who were waiting under the wall with hippocampus grabbed the spear in unison.

"The spear."

At the commander's behest, they threw a spear.

Fresh.

A hundred windows rise from behind the wall. A black trajectory flows across the sky to the forefront of the Orcs.

Bang!

The Orcs were struck by a spear full of manna. In the aftermath of the shock, the swept oaks fall and roll around the ground.

"Throwing spear!"

The Black Spear Soldier throws out the spear several times. Every time, a thunderous attack strikes the Orcs' camp.

But the Orcs didn't shake a bit.

I just took a rough breath with my open eyes.

Dong.

Those Orcs started moving after the sound of the book rang.

Bang. Bang.

The orcs set foot against the sound of the drums.

At first, the soothing sound of the book began to resonate as fast as a roughly jumping heart.

And the steps of the Orcs also accelerated.

"Shut up!"

"Khhhhhh!"

Urgh.

It's like a thunderclap.

Even the solid walls shake with their superior eyes.

"I'm waiting to buy a shooter! "

Hundreds of rangers on that wall flew into protest.

"Pull!"

In front of the dark green sea overflowing the castle, the rangers turn their backs.

"Shoot!"

They protested in unison.

Tang.

The sound of the protest bouncing back and forth, with hundreds of arrows crossing the sky.

Laryngeal banks.

The Orcs, who were running from the forefront in the rain of death, rolled the floor. And those who fell fell were crushed by the oaks who were pushed from behind.

Fresh!

Rangers shoot arrows so invisible that their hands can't see.

"Nofo! Ready! "

The infantrymen who were waiting on the wall removed the cloth. The Winter Castle versus Monster Noppo, which was hidden from the eyes, was revealed.

"Shoot!"

A projectile of enormous nopo, like a dizzy pillar, strikes the middle of the oaks. Dozens of Orcs tore apart and flew through the air.

Tofu tofu.

Nevertheless, the advancement of the Orcs has not been slowed down at all.

Ow! Ow!

I want to hear the wolf cry, but Wolf riders run out in the dark green waves.

"Deal with the wolves first! "

The commanders who saw the wolves shouted. The iron brain twists its head. The arrow changed direction.

Sasasac.

Hundreds of arrows poured into Wolf Riders.

Wake up!

The wolves scream and roll the floor. But a much larger number of wolves reached the wall.

Kung!

The wolves who clasped the floor rushed down the walls like plains. However, he did not climb all the frozen walls, but he stumbled around two-thirds of the wall.

At that time, the riders jumped on the wolf's back. I grabbed the hook in my hand.

Phew.

They threw a hook in the air.

The knights who were waiting threw out the hook. But there were so many hooks to stop them all.

(chuckles)

Numerous hooks have been attached to the wall.

Wolf riders climb the wall in an instant on the rope.

"Stop it!"

Soldiers and knights put out spears and swords in unison.

Fluffy.

Wolf riders tried to turn their backs instead of resisting. Your back suddenly became a vine.

But they have fulfilled their duties when they may have been robbed.

Hundreds of ladders woven in thick ropes stretched axially under the walls.

The knights noticed the situation late and put Mana on top of the sword. But before they could shake their swords, hundreds of spears flew under the walls.

"Shuck!"

The rangers, who were busy shooting arrows, stitched themselves into the window and fell out. Several of the low-level probation knights couldn't stop the spear and screamed as it was.

Few articles succeeded in blocking the window and breaking the ladder.

"Stay down!"

The spear flew again.

Rangers clinging to the wall lower their stance.

In the meantime, the oaks reaching the wall begin to climb the ladder.

The knights ran around and cut off the ladder. The Orcs hurl spears and axes, disturbing the knights.

Eventually, the Orc Warriors rise above the wall.

"The Knights are the Orc Warriors! "

In Vincent's words, the knights rush towards the Orc Warriors who have risen above the Wall.

"Rangers keep firing! Infantry, cut off the ladder! "

The rangers threw their heads out of the wall and pulled out a protest. Orcs climbing the ladder are struck by arrows and crushed.

"Evil!"

The axe that flew beneath the wall left the split ranger's head intact. Soldiers and rangers have been deceived by spears and axes.

"Mmm."

The Winter Holy Spirit spits out the saliva.

Things were not good.

Orcs' Siege Tactics were certainly a crude technique. The other thing was that there were so many of them.

The number of flying spears and axes, the number of ladders that were overrun, and the size of them were not known before.

Differences of that magnitude were forcing the damage of allies.

"Sprinkle it!"

The rangers poured oil on the commanders' quarters. The Orcs, who were hitting the Aung San Suu Kyi against the wall, flipped over the sticky liquid. "Ignition! ''

The Rangers blow the arrows in unison.

A flame rises along the wall.

"Argh!"

Orcs in the fire scream.

In the meantime, soldiers and knights have cleared the walls. The ladder that was over the wall was lit up.

"It's too early. "

One prince looked at the flame and made an impression about when it appeared.

"At least I should have used it when soldiers were exhausted, when they desperately needed time to breathe. "

It means the oil sprinkled beforehand under the wall.

"There was no other way because the damage was done. "

Vincent stepped up and made excuses, not excuses.

"I know. But if it's like this, you'll have to fight them naked before you go for a week. "

Under the walls, the oaks waited only for the fire to break out.

"This is really not good. "

The commanders' faces darkened in the words of the First Prince.

1 day of combat. 48 Rangers, 34 Infantry and 7 Probation Knights were killed. He then exhausted 4,000 arrows and used 50 oil jars that he had placed under the walls.

Orcs were still countless.

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