I Became the First Prince

Adelia, who drew her sword as she was running, glides and looks back.

The sporadic hair swirls and sinks. The hair that covered my face, in between, flashed different colors of light.

Frenzied eyes were a sign of [war craze].

The gloomy Emperor's eyes were a sign of [Butcher].

“Oh, my God.”

Seeing the world in which the darkness descended, its eyes flashed like a spark, the groaning came out.

I never thought one thing would blossom at a time.

I can see Adelia running back to the Night Slayer.

Even in the face of the bloodshed of the Black Giant and the fierce speculation of the Night Slayer, which cut off her bones at once, she had no hesitation.

I couldn't even see the horns of the rats, and I felt bold as if the sword had given me my life.

The golden blackness and red energy collide endlessly.

After an unsuccessful workshop, Adelia swings and collapses. The night slayer looked down at her blurred posture.

Bang!

An outsider steps forward and bounces off his attack. The attacking Night Slayer roars wide and stretches out his fist. The outsider twisted his sword and slashed his fist.

Bang!

Speculation and aurora hit and the light flashed. A glorious flash exploded.

My uncle's armpits burst with black blades. It was Adelia.

The Night Slayer retreats with a strong swing of the sword. The outsider retreated, clearing his breaths.

Where has the honor of a warrior gone...

He bursts into a sudden ambush and fuselage. But even before that roar is over, a black shadow follows him.

Blame it.

Adelia, who kicked her uncle's shoulder, strikes her as if she were blowing her body.

Bang! Bang!

A streak that doesn't fit the poor body is poured in a row. The Night Slayer spills out the attack, stops it, and shouts out in response.

What a beast!

Having heard Orcs say that they are like beasts, in some ways they were a great achievement. Of course, Adelia wasn't even interested in what she accomplished.

I just swung and stabbed a sword like a madman.

Argh!

The Night Slayer shouts. I don't like the presence of Adelia, who bites herself like a mad dog. But it was more of a distress than a nuisance.

It was natural.

The talent of the Night Slayer was useless in front of [Slayer] 's character.

The butcher just slices and smashes as he can see. There was no room for grand willingness to interfere anywhere. Moreover, the character of [War Craze] was also the epitome for the Night Slayer. Crazy people don't think it's their idea to fight.

A monster who wasn't even pushed against the Sword Master could only help a woman who was just Sword Expert.

Adelia drives him crazy. Even the defenses are closer to death as if they were black.

He looks like a lunatic.

Good thing I wasn't bitten.

I'm looking at her as she jumps in and out, and the outsider approaches.

“Why the hell is she..."

The fisherman was dumb because the weak and good woman was suddenly going crazy.

“Let's say it's like a photowarrior. ”

I replied so roughly and blindfolded.

Let's join forces and finish it.

At this hour, there was a constant screaming and shouting on the wall. Finishing him off quickly was a way to reduce the damage. It was too late for him to finish the fight because he was so distressed with Adelia.

“Let's go if you want to dash. ”

The outsider, who cleaned up his breathing completely, put the aurorablade back on the tip of the sword. I fixed Earth, too.

The Night Slayer looks this way.

I saw a desperate light in his eyes. He seems to have begun to regret his arrogance and impatience late.

But he shook his sword with a sudden roar.

Bang!

Adelia bounces out with the heat. I quickly ran and took her body.

“Profit!”

She wails in her arms. But I didn't let her go.

The energy of the Night Slayer was exploding.

His dark green giant turned red one day. The color was so ominous and intimidating. It was evidence that I began pouring speculation solely into my body, which had dispersed me to perform my duties as commander of the army.

Even if you can't stand before the king again.

His loud voice echoes.

I will not let the King's majesty add up.

Adelia in arms dares to stare straight at me. Her soul bound in [Poetry of Yeshua] was sensitive to malice and murder towards me.

I hold her tight and look at the outsider.

Nod.

An outsider with a small head hit the floor.

I let Adelia go. After the snow turned, she ran away like the flesh she had been released from the demonstration.

The golden clerk and blue light orrablade pour out, and the bloody speculator rises up and sprints.

Seeing that, I recited it in a small way.

Piling up green corpses and raising mountains. There was a red nail under it.

And honour your soul before me.

It was not mine, but now my inheritance is put to the sword.

Poetry again.

During the winter, hatred of the oaks built up in the winter castle turned on. The anger of the rangers and soldiers fighting over the wall became a fuel.

However, this side happened before the fire was properly attached to the fuel.

Goooooooo.

A sense of intimidation that seemed to disperse the existence pressed me.

Beyond that wall, it was the overwhelming energy, the Warlord, that took place in the mountains.

He blatantly denies my existence and crushes my soul.

A flashing blue light that seems to be going out right now.

"Hap!"

I boiled up the turbulence as I coalesced.

The fire exploded.

But the flames of the soul still seemed to be in danger when the wind blew out.

God damn it. Orcs.

I'm thinking about having to open up a part of my soul to evil.

“A furnace, piling up green corpses, raising mountains. ”

An unfamiliar voice intruded.

“Down there... there's a red nail. ”

The voice of an outsider who stuttered and followed the poem of the soul belonged to the outsider.

“An outsider?”

I saw an outsider whose face was dull.

“I piled up the green corpse and raised the mountain. ”

The outsider again recited my poem in an awkward tone.

Ooooooo.

At that moment, the four rings held by the outsider swirled and resonated strongly.

“Ah...”

But the waves echoed in my ear like the sound of a book.

“There was a red nail under it. ”

Every time my uncle recited a verse, my heart fluttered.

“And honour thy soul before me. ”

Magnetic resonance, like the sound of a book.

That's when someone cries out like evil on the wall.

“You pile up green corpses and climb mountains! ”

It was Vincent.

“There's a red nail under it! ”

And this was Arwen.

“And honour thy soul before me! ”

This was the voice of an anonymous article.

They used whale evil again.

“Ah...”

It was ridiculous. No knight in the world cried out like this.

It was too much to say poetry, too much to say song.

Yeah, let's just say that.

“Stack up the green corpse! ”

“Mount up! ”

It was like a soldier.

Each of the verses became one at a time. Dozens of knights were shouting whale amusement on the walls.

Idiots.

Where are the people who call me "fuzzy"? I laughed ridiculously.

Nevertheless, the sound of them shouting contained unmistakable aspirations and limitations.

The verses and verses that were cut off, the unique waves of the Mana ring that resonate each time.

My ears were buzzing, and the sound of the book rang unreservedly.

My heart jumped.

Jiaying.

His head twitches. His breath instantly fills his jaw.

I realized what I had to do.

To unite the desire and the one that will be dispersed without repetition,

Making that wave resonate at its best.

That was exactly what I had to do now.

I shouted the poem with my strength.

Between the verse and the verse, the vibration of the ring entered the space I had left empty.

And at some point, the resonance of the messy ring began to resonate with one law.

I heard a message.

The harshest seasons, among them the richness of the Sacred Wind, sing once the most bitter.

It was not the same as Muhammad, nor was it the finger that the elves call for the sword.

A new poem was created.

That's not what it used to be.

The first [War poem] was created.

It was a completely new poem.

[The Great War], [The Four Seasons of Winter] were created.

Snow-covered mountains, frozen bones, bloody red walls are speechless

Only the sound of the trumpet of the dawn advancement is heard.

I heard a yelling like a hallucination. I heard a buzzing sound in my head. My heart, which had slowed down, began to beat fast again.

I stepped out. I recited a song that sounded low in my head.

The flame that I heard all over again blossomed. More intense than ever.

The Night Slayer looked at me.

Beyond his eyes, a blue flame shines.

Bugs and bumps.

I walked towards him.

The outsider looked at me and retreated.

Jaw.

“Keek”

I grabbed Adelia's neck and threw it to the outsider.

The Night Slayer shook his sword with both hands and shook his throat.

It sounded like a frightened son of a bitch.

Khhhhhh!

Suddenly, he screams. I swung a knife at me with a bunch of speculation that seemed to fall out of my bloodstream.

It's more like a knife falling off my head.

Ugh.

I drew the sword as it was.

At that moment, the world split into two.

There was a blue line in the air, a night slayer hanging in the middle of it.

Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

He looked at my chest. The one who looked at me, blinded by the blue line, looked at me.

On behalf of the king...

Ahhhhh!

His chest is wide open and a flame rises.

A blue flame swallowed him up instantly.

At that instant, I heard a scream with a bang.

“The gates have been breached! ”

I turned my head.

I saw the gate smashed away. Several dozen Orc Warriors were seen beyond the heavily lined Winter Castle infantrymen.

I just walked.

“Decorate!”

The one whose skin is halfway melted to see if he has turned the oil upside down roars.

“Decorate... uh-huh? ”

The wealthy howler shuts his mouth late.

He looks at me and back. The men who received the gaze turned their bodies.

Unfortunately, there were too many Orcs waiting for the gate to open. The Orc Warriors, pushed back by the rebellious Orcs, must pass through the gates of the Gear.

I stood in front of him. I lifted the sword.

A deep night, a dark world, a blue flame lit the world. It was as if the Earth at dawn was sitting in the world.

“Ready. ”

Turning to the voice of the outsider, heavily armed knights and infantry were behind me. Everywhere they appear, I can't see the hardiness of a soldier who fought for hours.

The Mana they put up was still alive and still resonating with my heartbeat.

This is the time of war.

“Ian.”

The outsider was looking at me.

The Knights of the Quadchain, dozens of knights, and soldiers were only waiting for my mouth to open.

I looked ahead again. Orcs frightened by blue flames tangle in front of the gate.

The sword reaches towards the gate that has been turned into Asura.

“Charge.”

A word out loud.

“Charge!”

Winter Castle's armor soared to the horizon.

At the same time, a golden flash falls in the middle of the oaks. It was Adelia. The knights came out screaming late.

I also hit the floor with them.

I dug through the golden flashes that clashed across the middle of the dark green waves.

“Turn it off!”

The oak flies through the air. I was hit by a blue flame.

“Argh!”

A fountain rises. The severed head and limbs roll everywhere.

The rangers on the walls sang a military song, and under the walls swords and spears played life and death. Madman danced with a knife.

And I am.

Snow-covered mountains, frozen bones, bloody red walls are speechless

Only the sound of the trumpet of the dawn advancement is heard.

I was just moving forward.

Cutting the dark green waves.