I Became the First Prince

The assessment of the mercenary king was dramatically split.

One set his thumb up because he was the best knight in the world, and the other accused him of being a faux trash.

They were all right.

He was not a priceless mover, and when he was paid, he acted no more, no less, only as much as he was paid.

At times, he rolled the battlefield low, and at times he scolded the battlefield unusually. Sometimes, he also showed a face that was not lacking in the word "hero."

Some have said that this difference is too calculated to sell.

But he wasn't calculated.

He always did his best.

Nevertheless, his power on each battlefield was so different because of the specificity of the poem he possessed.

Oddly, [Golden Poetry] varied according to the amount of remuneration promised.

Then what about me now?

I looked the enemy in the eye.

Thirty coin heads of gold are tens, six coin heads of silver hundreds and thousands.

I counted the value of the fort.

However, it was not necessary to calculate the value for headache.

Aggravation!

A tremendous energy gushed out of his heart.

An energy like that rushed out into my body.

I was energized by my limbs.

Not a single handful of energy escaped outside the hearthole.

I quietly enjoyed its vibrancy.

I didn't have anything to say.

Remuneration is enough. I overflowed.

The highest power that can be reached with [Golden Poem], [Heroic Poem] proved this.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

The orrablade, which covered the blade, shrugged. The sword, which was crying constantly, snapped and stopped.

I just saw the Imperial Army with the sword extended.

“He's tired already! ”

The vigour of the knights was the same.

It seems that I have lost my energy in the battle against Paladin.

It's just a feature of poetry. The power of poetry to pursue efficiency was so ferocious that it only suppressed the onset of all energy.

“Lower pressure!”

A sword fell over his head with a life-filled fuse.

I lifted the sword of my left hand and blocked it. At the same time, the sword of the other hand was drawn from left to right.

The knight's chest snapped and split in an unpaired attack.

The knight spits blood and falls back.

After that, another enemy appeared.

The sword flies. I raise my hand and block it. Raise your other hand and attack. You found the next opponent with your eyes.

Blocks and stabs. Avoids and cuts.

I repeated that simple move dozens of times.

The knights danced.

In the meantime, the commanders acted as dictators and pushed the soldiers in.

A handful of unsheathed spears and knives pour down at me.

I repeated the same operation again.

I pushed the spear and stabbed the sword in between. I cut it first before the sword touches me.

The soldiers kept pushing in.

Whether he had a meticulous mission, blind to majors, or pushed to the dictatorship, they tried to kill me and I was equally rewarded for murder.

The bodies were piled up.

Whenever I stepped off the road, I heard the blood rushing.

Fifty, a hundred? Or more than that.

How many times did you swing the sword and how many did you kill?

And I wasn't interested.

All that matters to me now is that I'm still full of power.

You look for the opponent with a twinkle of eyes.

A soldier with an eye to his face laughed and sat still with a peculiar scream.

Beyond that, the shooters were seen stretching in a second-degree trajectory.

Dozens of iron bullets piercing through the knights' heavy armor and tearing their flesh at me.

I stepped out. I grabbed the necklace of a squattered soldier and raised it.

Then I pulled it close to my body.

At that moment, dozens of brains flew towards me.

The soldier who was caught in the collar opened his eyes.

Papapa.

The soldier trembled with the noise of the wave. A couple of iron brains pierced through my body hit me.

But neither of them could leave me with a sneeze.

It was a utility virtue possessed by [Golden Poem].

The owner of the poem hated hurting me so badly.

“Ugh.”

The soldier who vomited blood is dumber than Vaara.

Arrow rain stopped.

I threw out the body and saw the shooters.

Eye-catching shooters get tired of whitening and start reloading. I still looked at them and kicked them in a row as they rolled on their feet.

"Billion!"

"Argh!"

The shooters who got hit on the fly screamed.

The commander who dared the shooters stabbed him in the chest with a flying blade and twisted him.

Infantry commanders use evil. Soldiers clap their feet. The knights are still waiting for me to tire out, but they retreat one step at a time.

Laughter leaked out.

I can't believe there are so many of them stuck to me that they can't even step back. How ridiculous.

I fixed the sword.

Normally, he would have just held on, but not now.

If you kill a junkie, a soldier of the kingdom can be armed with a decent sword.

If you catch one Knight, one Knight of the Kingdom can ride a good variety horse.

That's easy.

I'm just gonna hit the head of an enemy who's pushing his neck out to kill me.

I lifted the sword.

With his mouth he cried out the words of the poet.

“Bloody gold coins are a fair price for me. It is my power. ”

At that moment, the blade of the sword fluttered yellow, shining like pure gold.

But my black hair never burns like pure gold.

Spatula.

Everything that was caught on the tip of the sword was cut off.

The Warr line of Empire troops has fallen.

“Huh?”

The Imperial Army soldiers, who welcomed me without being ready, burst into tears.

I cut it with the sword, even with the full appearance of it.

Blame it.

I pushed the floor and dug into the middle of the collapsed march.

From then on, I swung the sword as it stood. He draws his sword to the left and to the right, and he flies like crazy.

I got excited.

It was only then that I realized that I had come too far from the gate because I was running wild.

I swung the sword gently and bled out and walked back to the gate.

No one stopped me.

The Imperial Army only looked at me from afar.

And when I stopped at the gate again, someone said,

“Monster, Monster...”

Fear has spread among the Imperial Army.

I raised my spirits.

To make that horror even greater, let the entire Imperial Army be feared.

I'm not tired, I'm still full of power.

I have proven my rebuilding with complete ferocity.

Soldiers exposed to widespread energy fall down with spears and knives.

The surviving knights fiercely rotated the ring and resisted. But the momentum they caused was just to protect my body. The Imperial Army's morale has stumbled. Enemy armies everywhere are noticeably lost in sight.

I'm just one.

Many of them were frightened by me.

I assure you, there are ten knights of the other quadchain here, but they will not be able to do the same.

This is because the source of power possessed by knights of this era was all Manas had accumulated in the human body, and it was not enough to change the course of war.

They had the power to change the charter in their favour, but they could not see any more.

Maybe so.

It is not surprising that the glorious old Swordmasters of the crop have lost their modifiers.

But even that will now be the past.

I will recreate the old glory here today.

So I declared.

“Tell your general. ”

And I put it in my mouth.

We commend the glorious achievements that the Swordmasters of the past have built up.

“If you intend to cross me, you will have to lose 1 Legion."

He displayed the victory of the People's Army.

The energy that surrounded me fluctuated.

And it changed.

It's like a militia that thousands of soldiers put up.

My declaration resounded throughout the battlefield.

It was then that the sound of the trumpet of retreat was heard.

The Imperial Army turns its back on me rather than looking at me with a crushed face. Then he escaped the Battle of Urr.

I looked behind them quietly.

Boo-hoo, boo-hoo, boo-hoo.

The sound of the retreat trumpet was still rushing.

It's like something big happened in the back.

“Looks like you made it. ”

* *

The Imperial Army fearlessly retreated, and Eli, the three guyways, and Gunne appeared.

The outfit was charred and scratched and messed up, and the face was full of fatigue.

But even in the midst of that, it was not as dark as it looked.

Eli, the one who saw me, gave me two pockets.

“One was easily killed by surprise, and the second by surprise. And then I couldn't use my hands anymore. ”

Then he reported on the progress, and the flattering tone of the voice was potent.

Bonamana would have done it all by herself, just hanging out by her side.

He was a really good public official.

But it wasn't just a small ball, so I rarely hit Eli's ball.

At that time, a labour commander appeared.

He looked at me for a long time.

I opened my mouth a few times. I had something to say to close the road, and I noticed that my mouth didn't fall easily.

Then, after a while, I got out of my mouth with a complicated face.

“You said you'd buy time, but you kicked out the enemy. ”

Beyond the bullets, even the disbelieving young voice.

I smiled and gave away the pouch that Eli had given me.

“The head of the Imperial Wizard. ”

The labour commander's face changed in time, confirming the identity of the pouch.

I asked instead of counting those complex judgments.

“How much longer are you going to pay for this? ”

The old commander looked at me like I was ridiculous.

But only for a moment, he laughed and said, "I will give you whatever you want."

“Then I'll go bankrupt. ”

There are a lot of brothers and sisters.

* *

Discussions with the public prosecutor on remuneration were short.

The situation was not too good to discuss such matters.

“The damage to the troops is great. Gather all those who can fight for less than 300. ”

“I'm replenishing my troops for civilians in the castle, but I can't really count on them to do my part. ”

The commander groaned at the reports of the commanders.

It was a victory, but only a wound.

When the enemy came back in, I had no choice but to do it myself.

It was impossible to protect more than 300 stragglers and a large number of civilians alone.

It was only in the last battle that the enemy troops who had shallowed me down insisted on attacking the gates with ease, but there was no assurance that the enemies would do it again.

Expect the Empire Army to target the entire wall at the same time.

If I have to run to the back room, I will eventually break through somewhere, and the soldiers of the citadel will be slaughtered by the Empire army.

I drove out the Empire army for a while, but it only delayed the fall of the citadel for a very short time.

The old commander immediately convened a cerebral unit to hold a countermeasure meeting.

I attended the meeting as the head of the support force.

The Citadel's commanders made several comments.

Some of them suggested retreat. Everyone agreed with that opinion.

The problem was the timing and method.

All I needed was a brief break, not a runaway without a pill, for exhausted soldiers who had suffered violent aggression all night long.

The urgency of the situation prevented me from dragging out the exhausted soldiers who could not even run properly.

“So far, the Commander of the Imperial Army has been a prudent sleeper. Now that you've suffered heavy damage today, we will take the damage again and launch a total aggression, and we will surround the castle and have the remaining wizards attack the citadel. ”

“In the meantime, we need to take care of the wounded and the civilians and find a way out of the castle safely. ”

The labour commanders and commanders considered that there was still time.

My idea was the opposite.

“The Imperial Army will be in total defiance again tomorrow. ”

Suddenly, as I entered, the commanders frowned at me. But there was something I showed in the battle just before, and no one opened their mouth and struck me.

It was a pity.

If the mercenary butterfly comes running, I'll show you when I'm ready.

“Why do you think that? ”

I complained to the old commander again.

“I had a reason to hurry. ”

“What's the reason? ”

The labour commander asked again.

“Some idiot is coming here after all the winning battles. ”

Just before attending the meeting, Gunne told me by hand.

I saw the Knights of the Emperor in the enemy camp. I know who I am.

After hearing that, I was able to recall who Paladin of the Crown died in my hands today.

“The Three Princes of the Empire are coming here. ”

He was the Paladin of the Three Princes.

“If I were the Commander of the Empire, I would somehow finish the battle before the Three Princes arrived. ”

If I had the chance, it would not have been possible to overturn the outcome of a single battle for a fool who would have left without destroying the Great Empire.

There's no way the Commander of the Empire knows what I know.

Moreover, the Empire's commander had one more reason to bring down the citadel as soon as possible.

Paladin of the Three Princes died on the battlefield by the order he gave today.

In order to spare his life, he had to somehow sacrifice the citadel and offset the balls and fruit.

Of course, this is only the wish of the enemy commander everywhere.

I formally referred the matter to the old commander.

“Even if we abandon the fort and retreat, let's hold on until at least the three princes arrive. ”

Until then, the labour commander wondered what would make it different.

Seeing such a commander, I said in a tone of confidence.

“I assure you, if you just hold on until then, a lot will be different. ”

And he added a word.

When we get to the Three Princes, there will be wide open roads.