I Became the First Prince: Legend of Sword's Song

While everyone was looking at the giant spear that dug through the wall, Arwen was looking for a prince. She chases after an invisible prince buried in the snowfield and digs through her eyes.

He also stretched out his sword and spread his eyes with his bare hands.

I came as if my fingers were going to fall off soon. But she didn't stop.

Jaw.

Something touched her fingertips as she spread her eyes for a while.

It was the prince's hand, the flesh mass, which had not yet opened.

"Suck!"

She grabbed her hand tightly and pulled herself back. The prince, buried in the snow, ran out.

I rushed out the prince's eyes and looked at the details.

Throwing up blood in the middle, his chin and forehead were red, and his right hand twisted in a bizarre direction, gripping the sword while he was losing his mind.

Under my chin, I put my hand around my neck. Mack didn't get caught.

"Your Majesty!"

I was amazed and knocked on the cheek. The prince's mouth was full of something.

Squeeze both cheeks with your fingers. His lips opened and blood poured out. But the prince's mac still hasn't returned.

Arwen lowers her head. He breathed into the prince's mouth.

"Whoops!"

Several times and repeated the same movement.

"Cool!"

The prince coughed. I choked with dark red blood. I stretched out my hand. The prince's mac, which had stopped, was running again.

"Ah..."

Arwen, who loosened the Mac, sat down beating her furry buttocks.

I raised my hand. He was still holding the prince's hand because he was in awe.

A combat glove that has become a vine, a bloody palm that has been torn by an owl, and a hardened flesh that appears between red blood.

A trace of the hard time the prince has spent.

However, it was not the trained palm that caught Arwen's gaze.

She hated her own hands. Compared to the large hands of the men, the small and slender hands were not suitable for grasping swords. But the prince's hand was smaller than his own.

I saw a prince breathing with his eyes closed.

The arrogant prince who looked down on the people was not there. It was only a young boy who remained silent.

She was small, and she was young.

Arwen realized for the first time that the prince was only a boy who had not yet had an adult esophagus.

"What about you! "

Late winter castle knights asked for the prince's details.

You show up so fast.

I didn't like the reaction of the late knights for a long time, but I didn't look forward to it.

"... Rwen. "

The prince, who regained consciousness while the knights were roaring, sprang his lips.

"Sire! Arwen is here! "

The prince said something, but his voice did not sound so small and weak. Arwen lowers her head and listens to the prince's mouth.

"Ah..."

She flashes her head at the prince's words.

"What do you say? "

The eldest son of the Winter Holy Spirit asked.

Arwen grabs the sword instead of answering.

"Your Majesty said, "

Her sword began to cry again.

"Finish the duel quickly," he said. "

In fact, I said a few more words.

Damn Orcs, honorable bastards, good Orcs are just dead Orcs.

He added that he was going to get sick after the swearing, so he told me to end the duel quickly.

But she didn't tell me until then.

All they need now is one word to resume the duel.

"I have to finish this quickly. "

Knights have fixed the sword. The Orcs, who lost their leader and were sitting on the right side of the throne, came running late, shouting.

Orcs who were moving organically and harassing knights were no longer there. And an ordinary Orc Warrior could not be an opponent to the Knights of Winter Castle.

The Orcs quickly revealed the Pattans, and the duel ended remarkably freshly.

"Bring His Majesty inside! Take care of the Rangers!"

After the duel ended, the rangers who ran out of the gate were scattered all over the city and carried the bodies on the cart.

The surroundings are tumultuous. The rangers keep shouting. But the sound was somehow energetic.

"Son of a bitch. I barely lived, and I'm going to die because of you. "

"It's fine to see the noise. "

I heard the bloody survivors and rangers clamoring.

"Move some flesh. You ignorant bastards. "

"Like this?"

"Ugh! You son of a bitch! "

Winter Castle is a really strange place.

Many people died here overnight. Nevertheless, they were not so much.

Whether it's because of the rejoicing of the comrades who gave up their lives, because they were worn out and consumed in long battles, because their emotions were numb, or because of him or something else.

The flame that was burning bluntly came to my mind.

I didn't know why it suddenly came to mind as Arwen. I literally just came up with something.

At the end of the day, the prince in the lifting was passing before his eyes.

"You are precious! Be of particular value! "

I looked at the first prince with splints and bandages, whether he had received first aid or not.

The sound of whispering in my ear came to mind.

[Goddamn Orcs...]

[Honor is a bitch, good Orcs are only dead Orcs...]

[It hurts, so get it over with.]

It sounded like a complain, but what was in it was an unknown quarter.

What are you so upset about?

I wanted to ask, but I didn't.

The prince, who had lost his mind again, seemed to need rest. The question is not too late for later.

"Lord Arwen..."

I was looking at the prince, and the eldest son of the Winter Holy Spirit approached.

"It's a bit of an atmosphere to make a declaration of victory. "

He shoots out his flag.

"This military prayer belongs to His Majesty."

I should have dealt with him. A grumpy man raised his hand and pointed it at his mouth.

"How could you..."

"Ah..."

Then Arwen realizes what she looks like.

The duel turned the head into a head, and the head into a bloody bucket for first aid. It's not going to look too good.

I spread my eyes on the floor and rubbed them all over my mouth.

I was cold because I was unconsciously excited by the feeling of cold eyes. The red-eyed eyes drop to the bottom of the hood.

For a moment, I turned my back on that red mass.

A winter castle with a huge spear came into her eyes.

One more day after the prince woke up.

"Damn Orcs! "

The first words of the sober prince began with such profanity.

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Just before I put the sword in the heart of the Chief Orc, I could feel the look that was watching me in the invisible.

It was different from Elder High Elves' secret gaze. That was a much more blatant look than that.

Yeah, like it was close to the sight of a giant looking down on a petty artifact.

The intimidation and unique energy in it told me who I was.

The high presence that the messenger of Sigrun mentioned,

The owner of the hymn that the noble oak, who had died before his eyes, shouted instead of the screams of the terminal horse,

The king of the Orcs was clear.

I put a sword in the heart of a loyal noble while the king watches.

Naturally, the king was upset with the planting, and expressed his corresponding indignation.

And now I'm nursing in bed with this broken arm.

I didn't even fall off the sword face-to-face. I only encountered a single spear that flew far and wide.

But what a misery.

I'm so damn weak right now.

"Damn Orcs! "

I felt better, though I swerved with self-esteem and anger.

At least if there was comfort, it was just the fact that I was completely on the horizon of extraordinary in the last battle.

"How are you feeling? "

Vincent came to me and asked.

"My whole body aches, my arms ache. But it hurts more here. "

It's too degraded.

I stabbed myself in the chest and I said, and I remembered the smile on Vincent's face.

But he was just a moment away too, and Vincent made a sudden appearance.

"Your Majesty has saved an ally who gave up. Thank you very much."

I was full of sincerity on Vincent's face, who pretended to be a monk and even got drunk.

I felt embarrassed and rubbed my nose.

Vincent then told me a summary of what happened while I was out of my mind.

Soon after the duel, an Orc corps appeared one kilometer from the castle and set up a camp. It is a troop of two battalions of twenty battalions.

"It was a bit early, but it wasn't enough troops to stop it. "

But, unlike the words, Vincent's expression remained firm.

"What the hell was that spear, what was it that was howling in the mountains? "

I don't think it was just a bottle. As if I had made a promise, the outsiders and the brains of the Winter Castle came to me.

I told them everything I knew.

The brains of the Winter Castle were very confused. The king of the Orcs, whom they knew, was only the chief who led one tribe. But I was a great king, so it was hard to accept the buzzing.

"There's nothing complicated to think about. "

I explained that to them more simply.

Only a king was born that encompassed the entire Orcs in the Mountains.

"Winter Castle is now a frontier between the kingdom of the Orcs and the kingdom of men. "

I warned you.

The troops out there are just the vanguard. Now there will be an awful lot of troops pouring down the mountain range.

The cerebral ministers of the Winter Castle rebelled against my words.

"Even if your word is true, I can't believe the Orcs will follow the king who was just born. They are the ones who challenge my chieftain when they have a chance. "

In Vincent's words, the commanders nodded and sympathized.

"An orcra that will challenge a king strong enough to blow a spear from the mountains to Winter Castle. If there was one, it would be bigger. "

That meant there were two or three monsters that weren't easy to deal with.

"How could it not be that the King, who was only born now, was already looking down the mountain range? "

The commanders kept calling, but they weren't angry. It was a remarkable development, if I may say so.

"What do you call the King of the Orcs? "

When I asked him a question, Vincent asked if he was a king or if he had something else to call him.

Uh, there is.

I raised myself halfway out of bed. Then, on the other side of the memory piled up with dust, Kekemak took out a name and heard it.

A greedy being whose only purpose is to fight, trample and finally conquer.

"Warlord. "

The name of that vast warlord was spoken to the world in 400 years by my mouth.

"Well. ''

The atmosphere of the room was frozen.

Simply mentioning the name made the surrounding air ominous. The faces of the Cerebrates were pale.

"Warlord."

"The sound of such a presence among the Orcs..."

Later, the cerebral ministers began to buzz. I ignored them and saw an outsider. The outsider was also looking at me.

My eyes were asking me. Can I trust you?

Nod.

After nodding, the outsider raises his hand. The cerebral ministers, who were buzzing loudly, shut their mouths.

"I guess I'll have to rebuild my defense plan. "

"You'd better ask for backup. Quickly, if you're the King."

"I'll keep that in mind. "

At the end of the outsider's words, the commanders spread out the map and began to squeeze the armpits. Dozens of butter-on-the-wall experiences and wisdom poured out.

It was an old-fashioned ceremony in the battle against monsters and an expert hyeon.

I admired it purely. By the way,

"Leave the conference room intact and play here! "

Is this what I'm doing in my bedroom?

"I need your help. "

"Your Majesty has something to confirm. "

"I've never heard of the King of the Orcs..."

The commanders were brazen.

"I see."

The outsider somehow had a blurry face.

After all, I had to suffer from winter cerebral palsy for hours.

"You need to stay calm. "

Only after Arwen and Adelia, who were worse off, complained about my condition, did they take the map of Juju Island.

"Well. ''

There seemed to be something to say to the outsider that the commanders remained open and clumped.

"Do you have anything to say? "

"Was that blue flame the power of Muhammad you spoke of? "

He asked as if the outsider had waited.

I looked around.

Arwen, who pretended not to be me, didn't know what was going on and just took care of me, Adelia, it was all my people.

I nodded.

The outsider closed his eyes. It was a thoughtful face.

After a long time, the eyes of the outsider opened.

There was no more pupil who fell in love with Simma and wished to be blunt. The purchase of a robust seal on a regular pupil was the same as when I first saw an outsider.

"I'll ask."

Nasty but powerful voice.

"Was the power granted to the Knights of the Ring? "

I laughed.

It was a question I've been waiting for so long.