I Became the First Prince

The dragon slayer rolls its feet.

Bang!

The hard ground is crushed and the dirt is heavily dirt.

And when the dust sank again, he was no longer there.

When he showed up again, he was among the Dwarf artillery.

"Ugh..."

Dwarf artillery frozen in the Dragon Pier after finishing loading.

The dragon slayer looks at the dwarf artillery and kicks the back of the iron cannon.

Quajic.

At the same time, the iron cannon's support is crushed and the back of the cannon is halfway into the ground.

With all the po's nostrils.

Chuck.

The dragon slayer rises above it.

Then he picks up the sword, tugs it, and stabs the dwarf artillery.

"Ugh!"

The Dwarf artillery, who was frozen with the ignition tube, grabbed the tube in surprise.

The tube frictioned inside the po, and the gunpowder ignited.

Bang!

The iron artillery blew fire with a loud noise.

The dragon slayer lightly rides on the bullet that jumps out of the sack.

Fresh!

The cannon flies towards the Black Dragon.

But it was too crowded to reach the black dragon in the high sky.

The dragon slayer was well aware of that.

So he jumps up with a shotgun just before it loses its power.

"Let's start with the eye level."

The dragon slayer, twisted several times in the air, mutters briefly.

Aggravation.

His whole body was covered in white light with horses.

Until then, the black dragon who was raising his head, as if there were no bullets fired by the dwarf, just slammed his head.

But it was too late then.

It tore apart a large veil covering the sky.

Then I encountered the arrogant eye that looked down at the world.

The verse that tore the wings of a mineral dragon that was lying on the quadruple of Mount Dhigh Surrey was already completed.

A glorious light pours out from the tip of the dragon slayer.

Boowoowook.

The flash cuts through the darkness, and finally even the wings of the black capsule are torn apart.

Khhhhhhhhhh.

The Black Dragon roars and flinches to the ground.

Bang!

The dragon's larvae fall and darkness rises like dust.

Fresh!

The dragon slayer turned around in the air several times, facing down the sword, becoming a pure white concussion and falling over it.

Bang!

The darkness that blooms deeply scattered in the white light.

Inside, the winged black dragon howls and vomits its black breath.

The twinkling of the dragon slayer cleaves the black breath.

A single knife breaks the darkness that covers the world, and a handful of hard earth melts away.

It was like the end of the world.

"What the hell..."

Later, the knights, out of the pressure of the dragon peer, stare at it.

Even in the harsh circumstances, even the brave and merciless knights who went forward did not dare to move forward in the same battle as the myth.

It was just a matter of holding on to the shock waves that constantly burst out.

In the meantime, there were those who rushed towards the terrible battlefield.

King!

We're on our way!

It fell from Mount Surrey and finally took a breath, but it was the seventeen death-nights that finally took place.

Even touching it did not slow their steps, nor the black breath of the hard earth melting, nor the sheer blackness of the white, which tore everything that touched it without covering the piano.

The step they're taking now is not just a step, it's a step they didn't take 400 years ago.

My King!

Our King!

So they finally came before their king.

I will!

We!

Seventeen mouths cried out in one voice.

I am with the king!

I can't stop shouting 400 years ago.

For our king!

* *

The moment the black dragon looked down arrogantly at the world above the sky and his wings were cut off, the overwhelming presence of the entire battlefield came to an end.

The frozen rangers and soldiers were also able to regain consciousness.

But that wasn't necessarily a good thing.

The black beasts and the dead were also released from the bondage, since they were not the only ones frozen in the black dragon's womb.

The fierce battle began again.

At the front, the black beasts run, and at the rear, the dead and the spirits of the earth are overrun.

It's a disaster for infantrymen who used to fight their enemies with dust.

If the Valrhad Rangers had not been able to support the dust that was about to fall, the infantry of the kingdom would have been wiped out.

"Don't look back! We'll take the back!"

"Take it from the front!"

The Rangers kept telling the infantrymen that they were behind.

That was enough for the infantrymen of the kingdom.

"I believe you!"

"I'm going to ask you to stay back!"

Even though the cold that flowed from the ghosts was felt in the past, the sound of the dead pounding on them came right behind their backs, but they never looked back.

The words of the protectors, who kept the winter out of nowhere, weighed enough.

And the Rangers didn't lose their faith.

"Shoot!"

He shoots iron brains and bows out of reach.

"He's dead, but die again!"

I swung the knife directly where it touched me.

He fought without concealing the means and methods to prevent the ghosts and the dead from running into the infantry.

But there were limits to the rangers of Valrhaud, who were strong in difficulty.

"God damn it..."

A Ranger's sword breaks as it weakens while cutting a solid bone fragment.

A ranger grabs the rest of the sword, spits out his swearing and looks back.

"I'm going first."

The deceased rush to the Ranger, shaking their teeth terribly before the horse ends.

The Ranger's body was torn apart in an instant.

Gwwww.

A ghost who approached in secret while fighting unconsciously dug into the body of a ranger.

"Khhh."

The speculative pupils loosen and the red light rises.

hic The mouth opened and he was drooling.

The ranger standing at Wooducker lifts his iron brain and points it at my colleague.

Suddenly, I trembled, and I twisted the direction of my iron brain and stuck it to my forehead.

"Whose body do you like..."

The ranger squeezes out a word and releases the iron brain's flesh.

Even the northern iron brain penetrating the Orc's skull pierces the Ranger's forehead.

Furry.

A ranger crosses the body of a fallen comrade, throwing a sword at the dead man who has risen from behind the dust.

The beheaded one fell, and another rose up and struck the Ranger.

"Profit!"

The ranger pulls a short dagger from the waist dance and stabs the deceased who hit him without rest.

Fluffy, light-headed and dried blood drops into the lump.

(chuckles)

The dead man who pinched his teeth to the neck of the ranger and howled his jaw is stretched out.

The ranger twisted my neck and grabbed the sword with one hand.

Gwwwwwwwww.

He then thrust his knife into the dead as if it had collapsed.

And then I didn't move anymore.

Similar things happened everywhere.

The rangers who fought without taking care of their bodies fell in turn.

"Motherfuckers! No one wants to die without an order!"

The longtime rangers used evil and made every effort to protect my men.

"The wounded are out! Even the one who's out of his league, back off! Not even a few of us are dealing with those corpses!"

Those ancient rangers weren't in good shape.

Some wield the sword with their left hand, whilst others shed too much blood to use evil as pale as a corpse.

There was a man with two feet torn off and hesitated to shoot the iron brains in a row.

Among those with such grave wounds was Ranger Squadron Commander Jordan.

"Damn skeleton bastards."

Jordan, who dug a boat and pulled out an elongated bone fragment, smashed his furry buttocks.

Jorden tried to get back up a few times.

But I sat down on the road without being able to see what was happening to me.

"Mister, shame on you."

Jorden, who grumbled so much, heard the iron brain.

Tang!

The body of the Iron Brain flew through the temples of a deceased man.

Jorden's hand moved rashly.

He frowned with a hand that was not strong enough to hold the demonstration of the Iron Brain, and put a short weight on it.

The protest has been released. Another dead man has fallen.

Jordan reloads the iron brain.

This time, it took a lot more time than before.

Jorden, who had barely finished loading, flew again.

One of the dead suffered a death that could not happen again.

"Ugh!"

Jorden, who was pulling the Iron Brain protest, choked and vomited blood.

The dead came to him, full of dead bodies all around him, smelling fresh blood.

"Can't we just bite each other's mouths and go eat?"

Seeing the eyes of the dead, I made a sound that would not be Jordanian.

Of course, the dead didn't answer.

I just came close to sneezing.

"Well, then, preferably, it doesn't hurt...?"

Contrary to what he said, Jordanian eyes were colder than ever.

I held two short knives in my hand.

Huhhhhhh.

The deceased rushed to him while he was sceptical.

Spatula.

Two sack knives staggered left and right.

The deceased's head snapped and fell.

Another dead man ran.

The Sword of Jorden flashed again.

The deceased became a headless corpse.

The dead have come again.

This time it was three, not one.

"Unconscious people."

After a short grumbling, he fixes the sword again.

Kaaak!

The dead ran with a scream.

I threw out the two swords that Jordan had in his hand.

The dead, each with a sword on his forehead and his snowflake, fell behind him.

But the enemy remained.

He no longer had the means to stop the enemy.

Jordanian closes his eyes as he sees the coming dead.

Closing my eyes in the face of imminent death was a disgrace to Baleard Rangers, but now I have to.

"It's better to die looking at your face than to die looking at the ugly corpse."

If I was going to die anyway, I wanted to pack my last memory beautifully.

"Your Majesty, please be strong."

Jordan, who said a short word, waited for his imminent death.

But no matter how long I waited, the death I waited for did not come.

"Hmm?"

There was a gentleman in front of his door who opened his eyes as he wept.

A man who dresses like a ranger or a knight and grabs a battle axe with flesh on his hands.

"I haven't kicked your ass yet, but I'm going somewhere first."

Hansen Hannibal said without even turning his head.

"Why, why would you kick my ass so hard..."

Jorden protested small.

Hannibal grabs the battle axe and slashes the incoming dead from all sides.

In front of the glorious glow, the ghosts and the dead were made without a body.

"If you have the strength to do this here, we can help our children..."

"Don't worry about anyone else."

Hannibal approaches with a thump and tucks the dead around.

"What are you doing...?"

"Up you go."

Handen Hannibal followed.

"The allies are already ahead of me. You have to join them to live."

That was what he said.

The Royal Army was already ahead of me.

All that was left here was those who couldn't live with them.

"Come on!"

Jorden was astonished at the applause.

Hansen Hannibal tore his cloak and fixed the body of Jordan on my back.

"Then I'll go. I can't wait to get sick!"

At the end of the horse, he rushes forward with a thump.

"Ugh! This is a bit!"

Jordan screams.

"At least it'll hurt less than a living bite."

The indifferent answer made Jordanian evil.

"But this bird... has been holding his weight ever since..."

But I quickly opened my mouth and began to buzz.

Meanwhile, Hansen Hannibal was running towards the imperial army ahead.

Blocking the front, tearing the dead and the ghosts apart.

"Stronger, dirtier."

Jorden grumbles in his crawling voice.

Hansen Hannibal did not answer.

I just ran and ran.

So they finally joined the royal army that had preceded them.

Of course, it was not safe there either.

There was only a difference between fighting alone or with your allies.

Jorden looked at the battlefield with Hansen Hannibal on his back.

The foreground was not good.

The Royal Army was certainly moving forward, but that many were dying.

It was not long before the dust could be maintained.

By contrast, there were still so many enemies.

Enemy trunks are really one thing.

Even a Ranger squadron captain who doesn't give up when he gets dizzy doubts whether this battle will be over.

It was like wandering through a nightmare.

Maybe everyone is in the same mind.

Nevertheless, it is because there is a prince before me who fights without giving up.

But there was no endless dream in this world.

I'm beginning to see the end of my nightmare.

Its predecessor appeared with the words of the exotic.

"To the blue sky!"

Black light blooms all over the battlefield.

It was the non-dragon knights who were thrown out by the Black Dragon and fell to the ground.

The wounded or mutilated non-dragons brought them back into battle.

"Charge!"

Though it was not as powerful as when he was hoarding a spear with a non-dragon, the strikes of the non-dragon knights that preceded the unique malformed long spear were still formidable.

Especially the role of the Warlocks was immense.

When the magical words they recited became flashing and fell on the enemy, the way opened.

"Forward!"

The Royal Army advanced along a wide open path.

When they finally came to where the Knights of the Kingdom had fallen.

Aaaaaaaaaaaah.

The Black Dragon wept beautifully.

Kung!

I heard a heavy roar one step late.

"The dragon is down!"

At that time, a roar rang throughout the battlefield.

And ahead of where the Knights are, ahead of where the Black Dragon stood.

In the middle of the darkness, where the prince was.

Pot!

A flash like the dawn rises and tears the darkness that covers the world.