I Became the First Prince

“Stab, stab! ”

Someone shouted like a scream. It was not the voice of a spearhead officer. But the soldiers, who were as frightened as screams, had no reason to tell whose voice it was.

The spearheaders seize the spear.

"Evil!"

Heavy Armored Infantry soldiers who stopped the Yonke Oak Warrior attack scream after getting their backs on the spears of their allies. At the same time, the Orc Warriors once again take down their shields.

The ranks of the Allied forces, which were barely sustained, collapsed in an instant.

“All Knights, forward! ”

Then someone shouted.

It was a distinct voice, the two-prince Maximilian, distinct from the frightened scream.

Knights joined us one step late. Their swords cut off the Orc Warriors with a lot of radiance. They pushed the pushed forward again, filling the positions of heavy infantry.

“Tired of bastards! ”

Bernardo Eli just spit on Oak Warrior's neck.

“Let's leave the front to the knights and clear the back! ”

Here, Arwen Kirgayen shouts. An oak warrior pierces her chest with a sword.

(chuckles)

After twisting the sword, she threw up the lions.

“Take care of the fallen Orcs! ”

Soldiers awake in a gloomy voice poke spears into the body of fallen Orc Warriors.

Arwen's gaze turned toward me.

Knights were able to rearrange their positions instead of heavy infantry, but the problem was the Orc Warriors who had already jumped into the middle of the faction.

In a short time, quite a number of Orcs dig among the soldiers. Because of the orcs making such a fuss, the soldiers of the front are not helping the knights properly because they care about their backs.

No matter how brilliant the knight is, if he is stabbed in the axe, his head is split and if he is stabbed in the window, his lungs and organs are torn. I had to clear the rear as soon as possible so that the heavily armed infantrymen could support the knights properly.

Arwen teases the sword busy.

She focuses on the lower body of the Orc Warriors. An Orc Warrior with amputated legs will be able to deal with ordinary soldiers.

She shakes around and cuts off the legs of the Orc Warriors.

Bernardo Eli follows her and attacks the lower body of the Orcs.

Orcs with amputated legs scream and the soldiers' spears and swords are snatched.

Bernard utters a profanity at the smell of bitter blood that digs his nose.

“The smell of blood! It stinks of pee! It stinks of fucking dead bodies! ”

The Orc's hand axe flies toward the back of Bernardo Eli, who kept his mouth shut.

“Watch your head! ”

The axe bounces off Arwen's sword with a thud.

“Ike! Thank you! ”

The sword of Bernardo, who rolled the floor, cut off the legs of the Orc Warrior who was taking pictures of the back of the Knight.

“I don't need to thank you...”

Evil.

Bernardo twists his back in a spooky energy. The Orc Warrior grabs the spear and strangles Arwen's sword.

“What did you say? ”

Arwen, who wiped the blood on his face, asked.

“Nothing.”

Bernardo grabs the sword with a shriveled face.

Bernardo cries out after cutting off the legs of the Orc Warriors for a while.

“Really! It's just us! ”

Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

“Goddamn King...”

Evil.

A blue sword grazes Bernardo's cheek.

“Watch your mouth.”

Bernardo closes his mouth after seeing Arwen's cool eyes.

“You know, you're thinking horribly. ”

But it's not long before I can get my mouth back on. My face looks like a heartbroken boy again.

“Damn it!”

At the same time, the party that blasphemed Bernardo for lack of virtue for suffering only themselves so much was resting in an abandoned fortress somewhere south of the battlefield.

* *

Someone snapped his shoulder.

"Hmm?"

A ruthless man dared hit the prince's shoulder and looked back, and there was a woman with a green cloak.

An elf who opened the way for me and my knights who were retreating due to the failure of the operation, she was one of the nineteen swordheeds of the Rainbow Tree clan that Sigrun gave me.

His name was Gunne.

“Why?"

When I asked for a favor, Gunne reached out his hands and moved forward busy.

The Elves' sign language.

I made an unexpected impression.

I've been bothered since I tried to reinterpret an incomprehensible sign language.

But I wasn't angry with Gunne.

She didn't speak with her tongue cut off. And it was Sigrun who cut off the tongue.

She stayed with me because of the needs of me and the Elder High Elves, but unfortunately her owner was a traitor who didn't even trust my men.

And that personality traitor had the power to ruin other people's lives.

This time it was the tongue of the Swordsmen.

Sigrun, that lunatic elf cut off the tongue of his men, fearing that the Swordsmen would steal my poem first.

It's a catastrophe where obsession, monogamy, and evil have been harmonized.

It was the swordfish who felt sorry for me, and I was the one who was desperate.

“Southern? Ever? Um... warrior? No, combat? ”

I frowned after barely interpreting her sign language.

I just got in touch.

Gunne's hand moved busy.

Right After, Other, Orcs

And my eyes and my head were busy.

She held her hand up and swung a couple of times.

It meant "war."

Chuck.

The gesture of raising both hands and bowing down like a prayer meant "Monarch" or "King."

“War... monarch? ”

And by combining those two words, I became the name of a cool guy to drink.

Warlord. The King of Orcs, who defeated Winter Castle, has almost reached the Rheintes River's line of defense.

“Pack your bags! ”

The look on the rangers and knights' faces changed as they freed up nearby.

Their eyes asked me. I nodded.

A blue glare burst out from the eyes of the knights. The rangers' eyes were lit.

“If we catch him, we'll take him out and sprinkle him in the winter castle. ”

“Let's stuffed our heads to the gates. ”

The knights grilled it and said,

“His eyeballs are mine. ”

The captain of the Black Spear Soldier, whose eyes are blurred, bursts into the air.

The last defeat will be in the image of knights who are not inside.

I will make it so.

Someone might ask me.

Even though I fought with the Knight of the Ring Four, the only one who could barely save his life lived with his mouth.

That's not wrong.

The defeat is true, and it is true that Warlord's speculation has shaken and almost destroyed him. It is true that he has barely survived.

But that did not mean that my words were a blurred resolution.

Previously, I considered Warlord to be a fighter and a winner.

I intend to defeat him justifiably and finally win an equal fight with him.

It was an extremely justified and straightforward idea, and it was a mindset that resulted from half my life as a new sword.

If you come to think about it now, how small it is.

My essence is not a new sword, but a demon sword.

My purpose is not to fight and win, but to exterminate enemies.

I will fight the Warlord and not take his fight.

I will kill him and rob him.

And I will tanne the skin, and make it an armour, and grind the bones into swords.

I will take away his rage and all that he has and use it as a spoil.

Yeah. To tell you the truth, this was a hunt.

“Commander's revenge! ”

“Repair of the Winter Castle! ”

“Death to the Orcs! ”

I couldn't be too jealous to see the madness articles.

The drive is finally over.

Hunters and hunters are all ready.

All that's left is to slit the throat of a hunter.

“Advance!”

In my words, the men of Winter Castle shouted.

* *

Maximilian frowns.

“The damage we've suffered in the past week has cost us a legion. Eighty-three soldiers were killed, and the number of wounded more than doubled. ”

“We need to attract more troops. You can't keep the line of defense like this. ”

Only a short time ago, the staff members who said they could stop the Orcs from doubling, shouted out the need for support.

It felt weird.

It felt like the warriors were so sad that a huge stone was sitting in their hearts. At the same time, however, strange pleasures raised their heads.

“We need to send a messenger to the Kingdom to request the additional deployment of the Central Army, and ensure that the Central Family, who have not yet joined the army, are now at war! ”

The support they so desperately wanted was what the soldiers of Winter Castle were eagerly waiting for, and their mouths were tingling with horror and despair.

Winter Castle Soldiers have fought for months with half the troops gathered here.

"The fatigue of the knights reached the pole. Rest is desperate. We need troops to shift."

Wires and knights of the winter and knights of the Black Spear Soldier were also eager for Grorock or rest. Mana was depleted and had to fight for the pain of tearing her belly.

“The morale of the soldiers has fallen. No one's trying to get on the line. ”

I remembered the faces of the Rangers. The faces of those who froze in the cold and stood against the wall burst with sinful faces. The stubborn men who had not gone down the wall since the battle began were good in sight.

Is it really not too much?

It's only been a week. It's only been seven days since the battle started. Nevertheless, they were behaving like unbelievers before the end.

“If you sent backup to Winter Castle then...”

Someone put a winter castle in their mouth. The impression of a nobleman who could not finish speaking and covered his mouth with sauce seemed like an ice rink.

Winter is a disgusting thing for them.

A sign of irreversible mistakes, the beginning of self-inflicted disasters. At the same time, it is a stigma on the foreheads of fools.

Mentioning winter is bringing out the truth that they have been turning away from.

It was a disaster in the middle, not a genius.

But maybe. The real disaster hasn't even started yet.

“Early this morning, an unusual energy was detected across the river, a day or two away. ”

Earl Richter Lichtain, a gifted lion who had never participated in a meeting before, opened his mouth.

“If it's any unusual energy...”

“At least four rings, maybe more than a knight or something. ”

The nobles asked the Count for help with a white face. But instead of answering, the Count stared at the two princes.

You seemed to ask what it was, didn't you?

Maximilian breathes heavily.

“Warlord, the king of the Orcs is finally here. ”

A voice that sinks as heavily as breath.

“That's the monster that defeated Count Baleard. ”

At the end of the day, the atmosphere of the meeting froze.

Warlord.

A scourge that had already been heard a number of times or no one had acknowledged its substance was approaching my nose.

“Still, I don't know how lucky Count Lichtenstein is to be here. ”

One of the nobles laughed bitterly and said,

“I've never seen Count Baleard fight a sword, but he's never been lower than me. ”

But the hope created by force is so hopeless in the face of the truth spilled by the knight.

If Earl Baleard didn't do it, he couldn't do it either.

“I need to request support from the Kingdom immediately. ”

The commander said. The request for reinforcements, which the nobles had already taken out in the context of requesting reinforcements from the troops, allowed the nobles to realize at once what the commander's support meant.

Though I did not refer directly to the face of the party, I said I would ask for one more if I lacked one as a giver.

The nobles shut their mouths. They all knew.

Hans, I ask the royal court for the support of the Eun Sang now, knowing that he cannot be on time.

Disasters are in front of their noses, and the hope of stopping them is far from reaching.

The silent monster came and swallowed the barracks. Everyone shut their mouths.

“I have a way. ”

Then someone's voice leaks through the monster's stomach.

It was the voice of two princes, Maximilian.

“If he shows up, Count Richtein will take care of him. ”

As long as Count Baleard has already been beaten by him, it may sound like the prince's words to stop him, even if he dies.

“If you say so. ”

But the Count's answer was only harsh.

I did not know whether he was confident that he would not die, whether his loyalty to the royal family was beyond death, or whether he was premature in his own death, as a Maximilian.

But if he's convinced of one thing,

“I'm not talking about death. ”

It was only the fact that his request would never go beyond the Earl's ability.

“All you have to do is literally hold it. ”

The Count shines his eyes.

“I think you're asking me to take the time. Do you have any other options? ”

Maximilian nods.

“There is.”

“May I ask what it is? ”

The commander interrupts with a half-tone.

“There are others to deal with the Warlord. ”

The nobles cheered at Maximilian's words.

But only for a moment, one of the nobles cautiously asked.

“If there are such people, why didn't they catch the king of the Orcs in the first place? ”

The atmosphere immediately subsided. Even though they thought the question was relevant, I noticed this.

The question became the face Maximilian thought.

[Dangerous! You almost had a big deal already!]

I recalled talking to my brother before I left.

[I had to fight my way from the start, but I was badly hurt mimicking the same.]

I asked again what I didn't understand. My brother's explanation of that is as follows:

[I couldn't then, but now I can.]

It was just as difficult.

But I couldn't tell them that, so Maximilian replied at the end.

“I couldn't use it then, but I can use it now. ”

I couldn't tell you everything anyway. The nobles' disbelief in you was blind enough to make the truth even false.

I'd rather be a jerk like this.

“Or were there some outstanding benefactors in the North? ”

Fortunately, the nobles themselves produced a compelling answer.

“Nzara...”

Maximilian makes sense of the nobility's reasoning.

If a man with abilities hides his true self and doesn't reveal himself,

You must have been right.