I Became the First Prince

62. 21. Orc + Orc vs Knight + Knight (1)

I got some verses from [Crow Poetry], Muhunsi in Adelia Bavaria.

A humming, nose-like humming.

I was zinc-dizzy.

My days of vanity and thirst will never come.

It was a wish rather than a wish.

At the same time, it was longing and despair.

I have lived for hundreds of years and have encountered countless fuzzy shapes that I have never seen before.

I looked at Adelia. She was also looking at me when I was done.

Her eyes fluttered with tears, her mouth tightened, her hands held together, and her face looked as if she was forced to do something she did not want to do.

If a man who was not aware of the circumstances saw her, he would not be able to say anything, even if he thought I had forced him to go to the battlefield with someone I didn't like.

Is there anything so unfair in the world?

When you can smell the blood, when your eyes go back and run, you come and resent me for three days. Put down the heart of the troll you just pulled out, and don't look like that.

“Whoo.”

I sighed and checked her character.

□ Adelia Bavaria [woman, 17 years old], [maid]

□ Aptitude.

□ Characteristics. [Butcher], [War Craze], [Eating Salve], [Deep Sleep], [Back Barge], [Slavery]

The word "espionage" seems to be used in this situation.

I was able to figure out what the new character of [Eating Salt] was yearning for. And I knew that the appetite would never be filled.

The [Crow Poetry] she intertwined was a song about unfulfilled longing.

The attributes of [War Crazy] and [Butcher] hurt, but there was another attribute added to it. That too has two characteristics, not least the butcherous one.

I tried to rob him of my head.

But the situation was not just bad.

Even though I only heard a few passages, I knew the extent to which the [poem of the raven] touched the extraordinary, beyond the ordinary. At least I was glad.

It's rewarding to wander the rugged mountains on this cold winter day. If I didn't have a forehead, I would really want to cry.

I'm glad you've got one more hand to use in the battle against the Warlord. I've been brainwashed a few times.

After a few days, I scoured the surroundings and processed the ogres and trolls.

The valuable accessories, such as Ogre Leather and Troll's Mole, were taken care of by the Rangers. Then I went back a few days.

Ogres and Trolls were no longer visible.

I had to go deeper to continue the hunt.

For a moment, I turned my back on the inside of the mountain range.

“Let's go back.”

I heard the look on the rangers' faces.

It seems that the winter was beginning to be worrying about Terra Slowly after a while. It must have been hard to see a lunatic jumping around with a bloody shovel.

The way back was so smooth.

It was thanks to Adelia who bathed in the blood of Ogres and Trolls every time. In her body, the predator's delight has been deeply felt, and the monsters have not even been seen snoring while we are crossing their doorstep.

I rode the mountain again. And finally reached the top of a hill where winter was seen.

“Ah..."

Numerous Orcs were seen around the castle. I saw the rangers blowing arrows to death on the wall. The blue light emitted by knights everywhere illuminates the night.

Winter Castle was a battle.

“What do we do? ”

Erchim Kiringer asked.

I studied the number of Orcs surrounding the castle.

There were far more dead than living oaks. The number of surviving oaks was approximately 300 or two.

“I'm going through. ”

If you reach the castle, the Knights of Winter Castle will open the gates on their own.

These days, they're really tasteful when they open the glottis.

“Leading me. Rangers are in the middle. Lord Herchim, Dunham and Arwen take the side and rear. ”

My group is preparing for battle at my word.

Knights drew their swords, and the rangers flew into protest. The short knife kept the knot loose so that it could be pulled out at any time. “We waited. Can we go? ”

The silver fox mercenaries murmured.

“If any of the Orcs survive, we'll pass this way. ”

In my words, mercenaries reluctantly pull out swords and spears. He said he was a senior mercenary, but he couldn't be found by washing his eyes.

Tsk.

I kicked my tongue once and looked ahead.

I saw an oak commanding the unit from the rear. He was an Orc shaman with a bone wand in his hand, turning over the animal's robe.

He stares only at the wall without even knowing we're behind him.

What kind of bread is this?

I raised my sword and pointed at him.

The knights nod. The rangers see the target and shine their eyes. The mercenaries still groan.

“Let's go.”

* *

Vincent shouts with a knife to the Orc's essence, pulling the barrel over the wall.

“Not long to go! Hang in there! Four days can rest at the end of the day! ”

Four days later, Orcs and Rangers come to visit each other and blow their flesh with evil.

Vincent stares at him quietly.

There were not many Orcs on the wall, and even the knights of the ascending clans were running from their swords. Occasionally, Gada Orc shamans do their work, but the impact on the charter has been minimal.

Thanks to the busy movement of knights from the royal province, the damage to the rangers was also immense.

If we do this, we'll be able to drive the Orcs out completely without much damage before sundown.

It couldn't have been smoother than this.

“Mmm.”

Vincent stares at the side of the glottis without even knowing it. In front of the tightly closed gate, the oaks are swarming and pulling down the axe.

If His Royal Highness had been here, he would have opened the gates by now and jumped and flew.

Vincent trembled.

Come to your senses. War is not a clumsy knighthood.

He encouraged the Rangers by reiterating his self-reproach.

Even so, he had no choice but to look around the glottis a few times.

“Damn it.”

In an unknown thirst, he wields his sword roughly.

“Ouch!”

An oak with a knife in its mouth falls beneath the wall.

Countless Orcs fell from the wall and became blood loaves. Nevertheless, the Orcs overflowed to climb the walls.

They used to be persistent, but they did it even more today.

“Damn it.”

Vincent utters a profanity.

The shaman was pushing the orcs, which should have been moderately depressed by now. I was tired of the Orcs climbing the walls knowing how to die.

“You fucking shaman. ”

The smooth combat didn't mean no combat fatigue, so I stare at the armies of far-sighted Orcs.

"Hmm?"

The orcs behind the armed forces suddenly tremble. I wanted to see the light shining, but I fell in love with the armor standing intact.

At the same time, the orcs who were stubbornly climbing the walls began to dance.

It was like I was drugged. Now I seem to be sober.

“Tell the prince! ”

One of the snowy rangers yells. The Rangers, who were blowing their arrows from the wall, stared at one place at the same time.

There was a boy there who flashed his army again.

“The prince is back! ”

“Your Majesty has captured the captain! ”

The rangers cheered.

And at that moment, the air of the winter castle ran up.

“These bastards are real. ”

Vincent bites his mouth.

The contentious knights and commanders were overflowing the walls. How many crocodiles and colds have they driven?

Almost seven or eight times as many.

And the prince hasn't had a single winter yet.

Nevertheless, the rangers on the walls were as excited as the commander who had gone out of the house was to return.

It was ridiculous.

The number of winters that lasted was two, and how long was the prince outside?

“Who would have thought you were the captain of the Zidles? ”

Vincent grumbles with an unworthy face.

“Gather to the gate! ”

“Thirty first! ”

At that time someone shouted.

At the same time, the knights who were above the wall began to descend on the wall. Vincent was also one of them.

I heard a faint yelling in the wind.

The Rangers started singing Winter Castle soldiers, and the knights recited a song called War Time.

The glottis is open.

The Orcs clamor and push inward. However, the orcs bounce out of the glottis as quickly as they were pushed.

Thousands of knights pulling up the Sword Aurora pour out of the gate.

“You bastards! We're not out of order yet... Charge! ”

One step late, the eldest son of the Winter Holy Spirit issued an assault order.

“Mmm.”

Maximilian looks at him quietly.

From the moment my brother appeared on the battlefield, the armies of Winter Castle began to soar.

The somewhat dim rangers shot arrows after the sheep god had just joined the battle, and the Sword Auror, which the knights put up, became darker.

Even the commanders of the Winter Castle who waged the Cold War were facing bloody reminders.

The arrows fired by the rangers sweep the oaks. Then the knights rushed out of their seats after the sonar had swept.

A black light burst out from all over the place, and a roar burst out in a row.

The orcs drift around in that furious wave.

It was a massacre, not a battle.

It was as if the winner was clearing the balance after the fight.

The Orcs, pushed by the knights, began to flee without further consideration. No matter how many people die, the Orcs, who were persistently sticking together, are running scared.

It was indeed a magical sight.

And it was only sixteen little princes who did the magic. Maximilian admires it a few times.

Buoooooooo.

The sound of the trumpet resounded.

It was the sound of the trumpet of victory.

“I won!”

Soldiers of Winter Castle cheered.

They called out aloud for victory.

Among them were the names of the knights who had been running over the walls all night, and the names of the commanders who supported the soldiers firmly like rocks.

But the greatest cheer among them was toward the First Prince.

“Long live the First Prince! ”

“Salute the First Prince! ”

Maximilian cheered together for a moment.

“Long live the One Prince! ”

One of the wireman by his side looked at him, and his eyes widened.

And in the cheers of all of them, a prince passed through the gates. The prince's walk, lifted by the Red Army, was magnified. And at that moment, a roar erupted from the depths of the mountains.

The cheer stops. Everyone looks across the mountain range. All I could see was the snow-covered mountains.

But everyone in the winter could feel the huge presence of something moving inside the mountain range.

Warlord was on the move.