I Became the First Prince

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh.

The nobility that shakes the spirit bursts out.

Aggravation!

Somewhere, a blazing mist blooms and curls him up.

And they came to me, and surrounded me round about.

Ahhh.

Beyond that, I hear him humming beautifully.

My heart was shaking.

The enormous Mana, who was asleep in me, jumped like she was going to be released right away.

No, not yet.

I pressed down the fluctuating Mana.

I fixed the sword.

And I resonated with the heart and the little ring.

Jiaying.

A small vibration rushed from the heart back to the shoulders, to the arms, and to the sword.

Ooooooooooooo.

The sword trembled and wept.

The sound is so sharp and weak compared to the eardrums of thousands of dead.

I rolled my feet.

Kung.

The sound of the floor burst over the sword.

The sword, the sound of rolling, the heart, and the ring are joined together.

Ooooooooooooooooooo.

An intense wave burst.

The fog that swallowed up the whole world tore apart.

Beyond that fragment, the high elves reveal themselves.

His eyes were full of ears, and his frozen expression was like that of a corpse.

Between the constantly spurting lips, the same fingers flow as the feeling of the deceased.

My shoulders stiffened the moment I was busted.

Sasasac.

And there was a long line in the air.

A turbid gray light pierced my neck.

I twisted my neck to the side. He pulls up his sword and pushes it.

He twists the tip of the sword.

A gray black light flows on the blade.

The sword was rotated.

The viper's sword bounces off at once.

And I ran again.

He stretched his legs and drew his sword from top to bottom.

I cut off the trajectory aimed at the stubborn neck and cut off his chest at the same time.

Bang!

A flame flashed in the air.

Beyond the scattered fragment of sword, he blinks.

The screening spilled again.

I stopped, avoided, and countered.

Bang, bang!

The sword that struck him threw up.

The power of the missed strikes swept through the floor of the Smoke Arm.

The shards of Auror make me dizzy.

Ahhh.

In between, I didn't stop humming him.

I continued to resonate Mana without losing either.

There were countless income-free screenings.

And at some point, he starts to gum in earnest.

His feet make countless noises.

The gray trajectory that had been stranded in my screening drew countless curves in the air.

Curves and curves.

The moment so many curves lead to one, a dance that is unparalleled will begin.

If it hadn't been for my interruption, it would have been so soon.

Ooooooooooooo.

I keep blaspheming him while his dance continues.

He strikes between the screening and the screening, blocking his feet and rolling his feet. He cuts off the humming sound and resonates with the sword. I constantly resonate with Mana and the Ring, interrupting his dance moves.

As a result, High Elf's sword became a vague dance son-in-law.

He's got more ears in his eyes. Then, finally, it became a blue naturalization and began to burn.

At that moment, the sound of him humming began to change.

It changed dramatically, as if it were a whimpering sound.

Foot movements were also disturbed by smashing the floor.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

The nobility of his sword vomits, swallowing his sword.

The fierce energy from his body begins to overwhelm the resonance of the heart and Mana.

The mist swallowed up the waves.

Ooooooooooooooooo.

He echoes his sword. Hits his heart and loop harder.

But it didn't mean anything to him in front of his legs and fingers.

Heh heh.

I cracked a ring made out of superiority.

I guess that's it.

Dealing with High Elves' Sword with a clumsy ring made into the chest.

I thought so.

But it wasn't.

Kung!

Suddenly I heard a heavy noise.

Kung!

It was a sound that could be heard when you hit the ground with a heavy piece of iron.

Kung!

The sound was repeated.

At that moment, a faint sword begins to rise upon his fingers. The jeopardized rings and the rings of the heart resonated even more vigorously.

I shook my sword hard.

Heavy waves bloom from the tip of the sword.

The High Elf retreats.

In the meantime, I turned my head and found the identity of a sudden noise.

Kung!

The court knights are standing on the floor with their shields in place. Those without shields were beating their hearts with iron gloves and responding together.

Kung!

The knights hurt me.

Kung!

He took the shield and said to me, "It's not over yet.

Kung!

He knocked on his chest and said to me, "Go forward."

“Sneeze.”

I laughed.

Kung!

And the rings resonated to the sound of the knights taking the shield.

Kung!

I stepped out at the sound of them banging on my chest.

Hearts and rings resonated intensely.

The waves created by the knights were superimposed on it.

I took another step.

The floor exploded.

This is the kind of race that humans have been walking relentlessly for 400 years while I was asleep.

I took another step.

I'm just stepping on that footing.

And when that step finally reached the front of the High Elves,

"Never ignore humans again. Nymph.”

I drew the sword down towards the fairy that shook the tip of the sword with caution.

Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

The blue flame tangled on the blade.

An off-white, heavy black light was caught in flames and melted.

The face of a man with a crooked face.

A blue flame poured out over it.

I got static in my armpit.

It was full of all sorts of noises until a little while ago, and now it's quiet as if you can even hear the sound of needles falling.

In that silence I reaped the sword.

The high elf looks at me.

Tofu weir.

A late cut hair fell on the floor.

He opens his eyes.

Then I stroked my face.

A trace of the blue flame flickers past, and a glimmer of glare flashes through the eyes of the man who touched the scary mark.

"This is not fair. ”

After a while, he said to me like a squeeze.

His gaze flickers around.

The court knights face his gaze as if nothing had happened.

Those knowledgeable people are brazen.

It's ridiculous. He laughs and drinks, and he says to me again.

"I can't admit it."

Naturalization sticks to his eyes again.

Seeing the fierce slaughter and anger in it, I asked.

So what do you want?

He replied to me, "Let's fight the sword again fairly without any intervention from him."

"Good."

I answered without hesitation.

I wonder why it was so strange to accept my request so gently. His face is conscious.

“However, you have to have enough motivation to get a cool vibe. ”

After what I said, he looked at me with his face.

"Motivation...”

"Let's raise the stakes. ”

"How? ”

I answered without hesitation again this time.

"I will increase the number of winners the loser needs to listen to by three. Of course, there can never be a refusal."

He accepted the bet so it wouldn't be difficult.

It was indeed trivial that things could not reach this boundary and still abandon arrogance.

"Again, the covenant with the Elves is never light. ”

He even let me go.

I don't know what I look like with my hair cut off without any balls.

"I'll see what I can say later. ”

I answered eagerly and shook my sword.

In that castleless gesture, he tightly shuts his lips and retreats.

Chuck.

An appropriately distanced man sets a sword and aims at me.

"This time...”

I ordered the court knights to look at the one who was concerned about the other's involvement to the end.

“Back away. ”

The court knights spread their distance from me in unison.

“That's not enough. ”

Then he made a few conditions for me.

“Don't move. Don't use a single handful of mannequins. Just keep an eye on it. ”

I have accepted all of those conditions.

“Yes, Your Majesty. ”

The court knights put their hands on their chests with their legs together.

The perfect shape of a tuberon.

I asked him what he looked like.

“Are you satisfied now? ”

He nods at my question.

An arrogant face who forgot to lose a little while ago.

He wasn't even aware that the most powerful weapon of my kind had just been destroyed. He didn't even know what he was betting on.

I was just trying to blush my eyes with blood to somehow repay my humiliation.

It was an arrogant people, and it was a ripe seed.

I rolled up my mouth.

"I'm warning you.”

I unravel. I establish my existence without hiding. My never-ending energy grows toward him.

The face of the arrogant man hardened.

"If you're going to change your attitude after a battle, leave it alone now. ”

I have loosened a part of my soul and added force to my covenant with him.

"I have put my soul in the covenant with you, and you shall also be like him. ”

"... I'll do that. ”

He hesitated for a moment and vowed to fulfill the covenant faithfully with my soul.

"If you break the sacred oath, you will pay for it. ”

I touched the man who concluded the procedure of the Covenant.

“Then let's get started. ”

In my words, he began to sprout his lips as he raised his posture.

From the start, his humming peaked without even a heads-up.

Seeing that, he quietly breathed Mana into the tip of the sword.

When the twinkling of the blade reached its peak, it descended as it was.

And I cut it off.

Karrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

The sword cried.

Disruptive publication period.

A dizzy screening.

The humming of the soul.

Everything he made was torn apart in front of him.

After that, the Black Hat continued to move forward.

The eyes of the High Elves are filled with terror.

Instinctive fear of imminent death.

But I took back the death that came to him.

Cook.

The tip of the sword pierces his chest.

The blood quickly blossomed.

His eyes turned towards me more than my chest.

The mistrust and awe that filled me.

“Uh, how...? ”

As I looked into his eyes, I saw his deception.

It must have been [Poetry of the Zangdragon] that Leonberger family wanted me to pretend that he was clumsily caught in provocation.

In an era where the myth was forgotten, it would have been easy to get the lost fuzzy power. The dragon slayer's heir, not my opponent, would have looked under my eyes.

But he was mistaken.

The power of the Leonberger family was not just the karma of the true dragon.

“I didn't slay the dragon because I was a dragon slayer, but because I slaughtered the dragon, I became a dragon slayer. ”

Even the Scale of Minerals is a sword.

What is the Murdi Moon Sword of the High Elves who didn't grow up.