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

"Are other people's swords like this? "

I asked just in case. Antoine nods as if natural. There is a difference in efficiency, but others' swords are too small.

"That's crazy."

It was hard to get my head tied.

Where did the beautiful poetry that sang glorious amusement go, and where did the weather of the Saviors who wanted to reach the transcendence go?

The crude and crude words were the only legacy left in the glorious era of GuangYoung, so I was more than embarrassed.

Sitting in a chair, he grabbed a stubborn head, and Antoine looked at it and asked.

"Do you have something you don't like? "

I did not answer. One or two things you don't like.

For now, I asked about the swordsman's wishes.

Antoine's answer to that was really poetic.

I learned from one of my senior mercenaries when I was young. It wasn't just about learning, it was about giving away wealth.

I was choked.

I didn't even imagine there would be people buying and selling carpets in the heavens and the earth.

But there was this guy. Right here in front of my eyes.

It was a real end.

Of course, in the past, it was not uncommon to borrow the karma that others had accumulated. Sometimes monarchs give poetry to my knights in return for their dedication and service.

But that was an exception, and there were conditions. The recipient of the Old Horse of the City had to contribute more than a certain amount to the building of the city.

That was at least a way to transmit the poem as much less damaging as possible to others without blood.

Naturally, the knights did not trade poetry in exchange for money in any case. It was a way to take down the poetry more clearly than any other act.

There was evidence right in front of his eyes.

"Knife Cutting"

Even the most bizarre song I've ever heard before was originally an intact poem.

As long as it is passed down through the mouth of the unworthy, they will lose the whole verse, and even its horror and strength will be corrupted, and it will come to pass now.

At least the slightest force left is because the phrase is extremely simple and easy to understand.

I filled my tongue.

"He's only been chasing me for half a year. I invested my entire fortune, but I saved my life a few times later, so it wasn't a casualty business. "

But I went after him for half a year to learn the poetry of that troublesome landscape. Karma invested her entire life in a mortgage to learn a list of clumsy words that didn't even feel the urgency of poetry.

I realized the moment I heard that.

You know, if I had a hammer, I'd almost use a barge.

I wouldn't know if I didn't know. I couldn't use a bargain, you know.

"I will change the terms of the contract. "

Antoine, who was chatty, opened his eyes.

"20 years."

The original contract was until I ascended the throne. I turned that period into 20 years of service.

"Twenty years is a pack. That's as much as a permanent contract. No mercenary in the world makes such promises." Antoine rebelled, and I snorted.

It is not a permanent contract, but a subordinate contract.

I pulled the sword.

"Your Majesty? "

Flawless Antoine steps back.

"You've been chasing me for half a year. "

Looking at Antoine like that, he asked.

"Did you invest all your wealth when you were young? "

Antoine's face hardened.

"How much did you spend your life on such a crude old horse? "

The swordsman, who was proud of it, was ridiculed, making planting uncomfortable.

I recited the poem of the soul in such a small way, looking at Antoine.

A green corpse was piled up and a red nail appeared beneath it.

And honour your soul before me.

The blue flame rises on a massive scale.

"How much is this old horse worth? "

The sword is drawn. The insignia of a silver fox burns into a blue flame.

"What's your 20 years worth? "

I put out my sword again. Looking at the sword shoved in front of his neck, Antoine swallowed the honeycomb.

"I'll give you time to think. "

I reaped the sword.

"But I won't wait that long. "

I turned around.

Until the moment he left the barracks, Antoine did not open his mouth. But I left the barracks without hesitation. I saw the longing in Antoine's eyes that faced the flame of the soul.

The treasure that he was proud of was not even a stone on the side of the road, and since he knew that the real treasure was in front of his eyes, Antoine would come to me sooner or later.

"Mmm."

I looked at the wall. I drew a picture of the mountain range beyond. And I measured the presence there.

I felt a massive presence that would be incomparable with all the creatures nearby.

The Warlord has been stationary for almost two months. I would occasionally roar and show off my presence, but there was no way out of it.

I don't know why the slow but restless one suddenly pressed into the seat, and why he panicked.

I was just glad I had time.

But the time was not infinite.

He was a tyrant who trampled and conquered, not a ruler who remained in one place and prospered in the kingdom. I didn't know when it would be, but he will definitely start moving again.

and will finally come to this place.

Before that, I had to be as prepared as I could.

* *

As soon as the day was clear, I went to Vincent and asked him to borrow someone.

Three light rangers in the geography of the mountains, three trackable rangers.

"Not with those who used to be with His Majesty. "

Vincent asked me what I wanted.

"I'm not going on patrol this time. "

A faithful winter saint's eldest son became a suspicious face.

He asked, "What are you trying to do with only six people who don't have to scout?"

"Hunting."

It wasn't just the Orcs in the mountains. There were countless large and small monsters, and in the intermediary, there were also monsters that were undeniably strong compared to the Orcs.

The so-called King of the Mountains.

Trolls called immortal predators.

Monster that was notorious in the era of the Shin Young, which was overflowing with brilliant knights 400 years ago. Powerful monsters born extraordinary. I was going to hunt them down.

"It's too dangerous. If you do that, you're at the same time now. "

Vincent, who listened to my plan, walked out on the other side of the road.

"Even if you're wrong, you can't go back. "

Vincent said something similar in the past.

"You said the same thing when I said I'd take care of the Orcs. "

What did I do then? Vincent sighs as he smiles.

"Then I'll put in more people. "

I didn't refuse to do so either. It won't change that much if you add a few people.

A strange man appeared as he was preparing to leave the castle at dawn. He was Herchim Kiringer, who should be with the two princes.

"Why else would you. "

"His Royal Highness sent me."

Herchim Kiringer trembled.

"So do I. Your Majesty."

Dunham Farenheit, a man who had seen his face bored in the past by the wire, smiled and made relatives.

"Do as you please. "

In my words, two men tightened the straps of their backpacks.

Finally, I checked my luggage. If the schedule was longer, I might have to ride the mountain for more than a month, so I had to check my luggage thoroughly.

"Hmm?"

I was packing like that, and a group of men showed up.

It was Antoine and the mercenaries.

"Do you want me to follow you? "

Antoine shakes his head and hands. The chunks that stood behind folded their waists in half.

"This is Advanced Mercenary Lock! "

"This is Senior Mercenary Jean! "

Antoine frowned at the unexpected greetings.

"Before they became mercenaries, they were mountaineers. They're quick to notice, so if you're as eager as a bell, it won't be easy to use."

After confirming their traits, I laughed.

Those who brought him up on the mountain are what they call traits. They're all good things to spy on.

I can see the inside.

"I'll call it a bell, I'll do it. "

I decided to pretend I didn't know.

"Let's go."

I hastened to leave because I thought I would follow the outsider.

An outsider and Vincent were waiting for me at the gate.

"Be careful. "

A loner said, looking at me frowning because I was cold. Fortunately, it was a simple plumbing.

"You keep your castle safe without me. "

"This is the castle you've been protecting since before you were born. "

"Please come back safely. "

I told him all I could think about, and the rich man gave me a pint.

"Then let's go. "

After saying that, I went to the gate.

The Rangers shake their hands as they look at me on the wall. There was no grand greeting. It was a pale plunge among the men of the North.

I just waved my hand, too.

* *

Rangers are starting to become terribly busy entering the mountains. They wander all around, making way to avoid encountering the Orcs. Without rushing, he carefully stepped into the mountains.

There were occasional encounters with small monsters or beasts, but the time was not delayed because the rangers dealt with them quickly.

"Some mountain infantry rangers are the best, I'm sure. "

Herchim Kiringer, who saw the rangers go out earlier, shook their throats without a sound after killing the Goblins.

Whether that or not, the Rangers dug up the Goblins in the snowfield without saying a word and drove me back to my work.

I took every precaution to avoid overlapping with the path of the monsters. I went inside the mountain range and inside.

How many days has it been?

When the two mercenaries who were watching me on foot or at rest were tired of the hard hikes, one of the rangers who went out earlier sent a reception call.

Shh.

A ranger with his fingers in front of his lips nods at me as he looks around.

It meant I finally got to where I wanted to be.

Ranger's lips twitch.

Oh, I know.

I heard a furious roar from afar before I finished speaking.

Gwwww.

The Rangers are deafened. The two mercenaries smashed their asses. Arwen and the wireman frown, and Adelia snapped at me.

The white face was completely frightened by the terrible roar.

I pretended I didn't know her like that and touched the Ranger.

A ranger who knew what I was doing pointed to that place. I dragged Adelia forward without fail.

After turning around the twisted logs without a single leaf, a narrow ditch appeared.

The moment I smelled blood, I dug my nose.

I saw a monster eating in front of me for a long time.

However, the food for the meal was too fresh to be called mainish. No, I don't know if it's a good idea to call live oak food.

Booooooooo.

The ogre tore the Orc's body in half. Strong muscles that withstand arrows tear like a belly button. The viscera is poured out over the white snowfield.

The ogre crawls into his mouth.

"Krrrr!"

The Orcs clank their throats and surround the giant monster.

Orcs who would not be strange to lead one small unit at a time, they were an elite battalion of Orc Warriors.

And in the brokerage, there was an oak that was half as big as an oak warrior.

Don't be afraid! Warriors!

He was an Orc nobleman.

The Orc aristocrat who fixed the axe spear raises his speculation. I stumbled on the axe spear, saying there was a lot of red energy. The Orc Warriors rush to the ogres with courage in their speculation.

At that moment, a bloody battle began.

Mmm.

Seeing that, I carelessly laughed.

The fishermen's geography is what they say.