I Became the First Prince
166. 51. Northern Roaring Lions (4)
Vincent knew better than anyone that his talents did not reach his father.
But I wasn't disappointed.
He was the Lord, not the Knight, and the Lord had work to do.
I thought that was enough.
I can't wait to hang out with monsters with swords.
It was not easy, but I was able to adapt to the work of the Holy Spirit accordingly.
However, his heart was shaking recently.
“You're complaining about your needs.”
At some point, my heart was racing like crazy. The heat rises as if it were a fire. I kept reaching for the sword sack.
I wanted to run away with my sword even now.
The heat is too hot to be regarded as the instinct of a knight that has not yet been exhausted.
He couldn't resist all those emotions.
He grabbed the baton instead of the sword and remained true to his role.
Despite the dwarves' joining forces and the remarkable work of the central army, there was ample evidence as a lord.
If the monsters didn't deal with the pile of heightened corpses, the advantages of the wall could not be exploited. The enemy's strength had to be broken before the allies' damage could be accumulated due to the enemy's violent aggression. The prince also said that the sooner the chief of the enemy is taken out, the sooner this war will end.
And he thought it was a good time for all those reasons.
So he turned to aggression without hesitation.
I thought it was an extremely reasonable and decent judgment.
But I think it was an illusion.
I heard the prince scream a few retreats from afar.
A nearby deputy told me that the soldiers of the Northern Alliance were in a state of chaos due to the orcs that suddenly appeared under the ground.
He also told me that he was blocked from leaving.
“Destroy the enemy's flagship like this, then go back! ”
The majority of monsters are reversing and fleeing. The only thing stopping the allies now is the Orcs' War Corps, which is only a fraction of the population.
An uncommon chance to completely destroy the enemy's flair.
Instead of crumbling with the soldiers of the Northern Alliance, he decided to disperse the enemy first and repent.
But it was also a misjudgement.
“Vincent!”
The Prince's face rarely appeared on the battlefield late in the day.
I couldn't help but sneak up and set up my sword.
A huge forearm protrudes from underfoot.
He shook his sword with all his might, but in front of the red energy surrounding his forearm, the light scattered so easily.
In front of a violent energy, Vincent finally realized the reality.
Everything he thought was reasonable was merely a pretext.
It was all because of this ferocious energy that the Holy Spirit jumped into the battlefield.
This energy led him all the way here.
It was only now that I learned that.
I was not given time to chew my regrets.
Confirmed.
Someone pushed him away.
Twinkle.
I saw a golden black light as it bounced back.
There was a woman in it who shed different colors of glare.
Shoot me.
Red speculation swallows the woman.
Karglu.
At that moment, a dazzling flashlight fell with the sound of something changing its teeth in the sky.
Bang!
A noise burst.
Everything happened so quickly.
So he rolled over the floor and did not immediately judge what had happened to him.
When I woke up late, he was staring at someone's back, blocking me.
“I almost had a heart attack. ”
A furious voice dug into my ear.
“Losing in vain is enough for once. ”
The prince's spirit flashed on Hillan.
Then he realized that he had fallen into an enemy trap and saved his life as a lifesaver thanks to the prince.
“Don't blame yourself. ”
Who knew the king of Orcs would be hiding in the snowfield? Prince Charming said he was about to fall into a recurring misunderstanding.
“And thanks to you, I got the one who was hiding. Now leave the rest to me. ”
Beyond the prince, a giant oak raises its body.
Because the half-melted body was so scary, the prince was the king of the Orcs, whose sister had spoken of the lewdness.
“Go and command the Knights. If you pull the King's sword, you must trample it thoroughly. ”
Before he even said anything, the prince threw his back.
“Come on, come on! ”
Vincent hesitated.
I rarely fell off my feet.
I didn't know whether it was because of the prince's concern or because of the unknown energy that constantly provoked him.
I just followed the prince's orders with evil.
“I'll be right back! Hang in there!”
He took a step that didn't fall.
* * *
I sigh of relief after Vincent confirms his departure.
My heart was still pounding.
I'm afraid I might even lose Vincent like an outsider.
I'm afraid my dear Adelia is wrong.
I fear the northern men gathered here will fall in vain.
No matter how surprised I was, the blood all over my body seemed to have escaped.
But Vincent lived, and Adelia bounced away, but there didn't seem to be any other wounds.
The northern coalition forces in the rear were also experiencing chaos quickly due to the action of artillery and heavy armored artillery.
And the feeling of relief soon became intolerable.
“You're not really interested in Orc topics. ”
I never imagined that a king would hide himself in the snowfield and ambush him.
No matter how he escaped from the Flower Dragon, I thought there would be the least pride an Orc Warrior could have in being a Grand Duke.
There was nothing in him.
The warrior's pride, the king's pride.
He was just a coward who survived a long time.
Krrrrrr.
He looked down at me arrogantly.
The snow covered his shoulders and head just as he told me that he was hiding in the snowfield until a little while ago.
It seemed to me like a king's coffin and cloak.
A vain coffin and cloak that melts when it rains and disappears when it's sunny.
You're not the king.
I deny his existence with my mouth, and I think of an empty throne in my heart.
Not one of the high places, the majestic thrones.
There is nothing that I cannot sit on.
The [Poem of the Lost King] echoes into your head.
At the same time, the upheavals and momentum that I was oppressing were unleashed on the world.
The Great Monarch, Urdu, saw me.
At first it was just a bundle.
Where did these human beings come from? It was nothing more than that curiosity.
But curiosity became suspicion, and suspicion became distrust.
And finally, I became alarmed.
I wonder.
Looking at that face, I said differently.
Either you are weaker than in the past, or he or I are stronger.
The presence of Grorock and the overload that was so powerful at a distance,
But when I looked at him with my eyes wide open, I could not anticipate the conditions contained in him.
The latter is nothing to add, but it's probably an electron.
I laughed at him.
An overlord who fled in front of a volcanic dragon and threw a high meteorology into the gutter.
He was just an old oak who lived a long time.
I raised my sword.
Even heroic times are too much for you.
One finger of an extraordinary song will suffice, which the poor avenger could not complete.
The blue flame was tangled in the morning.
Fixed the sword with both hands and twisted the waist.
Ooooooooooooooooooo.
Then he shoots before he reacts.
Pshhhh!
A blue trajectory appeared before my eyes.
He stepped back and avoided my slap.
Again Damage?
A laughing horse pointed a spear at me.
But his gaze was not on me.
A red eye rolling back and forth.
I want to mobilize some other kind of plot. I quickly follow him, and he snorts back.
Then he fled without even looking back.
I'm freezing.
No wonder he didn't think he'd run away.
But soon I twisted my mouth and laughed.
My masters, who felt my presence soaring to the end of the sky, were rushing here.
At the back, a knight who organized the Orcs was running, and Arwen and Eli were running on both sides. And Adelia, who stole the shock of the first collision, was following him with a black light.
They were masters everywhere.
He had nowhere to run.
Bang bang!
A roar bursts from the direction he disappeared. A flashing gold mine filled the area.
I took a step towards it.
Adelia strikes at the overlord in a row.
The overload shook the window.
Even if you rot, Junch, Adelia bounces back on the hit.
But who is she?
Once you see the taste of blood, you are a madman who will never stop.
Soon she rushes back to the overlord, pushing the floor. Then the masters arrived while she was holding onto the overlord's ankle.
“If we catch this guy, this damn war is over! ”
Eli rushes at him, scattering a crescent-like sword.
"I'll put it together.”
Arwen attacks him with a glorious black light like a star.
“Joints don't suit your taste buds, but what would you be reluctant to do if you could break my heart and save a thousand soldiers! ”
The old knight rushes to him with a white light.
Gwwwwwwww!
Overlord howls and swings the spear all around. Red speculation rises up like a wall and surrounds him.
The sword light spilled by the masters knocks the red wall to the ground.
However, the high weather was in the gutter, but the walls rarely collapsed, as were the natural forces and speculation.
Then a real fortress appeared.
“I can't believe I got a chance to bury the Dark Green King's blood on the axe! If you knew Turka's inspiration, you'd be jealous and hit the ground! ”
I was a dwarf, Mystery Surka, with a handmade iron armor like a wall.
Surka laughs boldly and takes a red speculation into her trunk.
Bang!
The red speculation rumbled with awe.
An overload strikes and backsteps in a dwarf attack that doesn't reach my knee.
“The harder it is, the better! ”
Surka fixes the axe this time and lowers her speculation.
At the same time, the masters were screened in unison.
Heh heh.
The wall that was announced was cracked.
And the next attack broke out quickly.
Gwwwwwww!
Overlord howls and swings the spear in all directions.
However, none of the people gathered here could make them retreat.
Kung.
Arwen draws down her sword after her shoulder has fallen off.
Kung.
The crushed Eli draws a sword from left to right.
Bang.
Adelia jumps high and raises her sword from below.
“Try the Dwarf Axe! ”
Surka rolls down the floor and takes the foothold of an overload.
Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.
Different noises flowed in a row.
Overlord's body was quickly tinged.
He howls and pushes the masters and dwarves away.
The wounded master and dwarf retreat to Valverdun, affected by the beast's evil.
Krrrrrrrr.
The bloody overload rings low.
He throws out a spear.
Then I lowered my position as if my knee were touching the ground.
The ground position with both hands was as dynamic as rushing to the ground.
But he didn't push the floor, he didn't run to the masters.
Furry.
His knee touched the braid.
As it stands, he looks at me and shouts.
Brave human knights!
Red-eyed eagle burns, and the purchase without lips is terribly twisted.
Salute your strength! I, Urdu, the commander of the Furious Fireworks Corps, am the great monarch who encompasses twenty-three tribes!
That's how he surrendered.
If you are proud knights like yourselves! I believe you know the courtesy of a defeated harbor!
How embarrassing.