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

It's just a little bit bigger, a little bit bigger! Don't back off!

The oak warriors plunge into the gloomy roar of speculation, shoving their swords, spears, and axes.

But the monster, the ogre, was too strong to disparage because it was just a big sandbox.

An oak head explodes in one punch. An oak folds over its waist at once as it kicks. In an instant, five oak limbs were broken or torn apart.

The overwhelming disparity that comes from species differences, even augers, was fighting and eating at the same time.

The oak's head was waxed, and an ogre shoved in his mouth squeezed his chin. The Orc Warrior's body twitches and stretches.

Agjac. Agjac.

Creepy noises echoed everywhere. The Orc Warriors, who ran bravely, retreated with a pause.

Innoiom!

An inferior noble oak swings its speculative axe spear and rushes to the ogre. The ogre chews and throws out the corpse of the Orc Warrior in cold blood.

Wang!

The Orc Warrior's corpse rises at once in the depths of the noble Orc. A red speculative axe pops out from behind the mouth of the river.

The ogre swings his fist.

Boong.

I wanted to make a heavy noise, and the axe window bounced off. The noble oak spins the bounced axe spear in half and raises it forward again.

Ogres punched again. An axe spear of noble oak swiftly traverses the path of Ogre's forearm.

(chuckles)

The axe spear shoots Ogre's armpits. He didn't bleed. Even the speculation comparable to the Knights' Sword Auror could not make Ogre's bloodshed.

All that was left was the bruised marks.

Gwwwww!

Angry Ogres begin to jump. The Orc aristocrats dizzy their eyes and turn around.

I was so impressed that I could avoid punching out my head with a single piece of paper.

"Hoo."

He was better at fighting than the Orc nobles who came to Winter Castle the other day. As a warrior called the Weather Orcs, the great spear was also a stubborn one that was chopped into many practical pieces.

I can't wait to catch the ogre.

While I nodded my head, the battle between him and Ogre continued.

"Don't be afraid! He's nothing but a monster!

He encouraged my men. The fallen Orc Warriors regain their speculation at the head's quarter.

The Orcs rush back to the ogre. Unlike before, the Orcs no longer approach the ogre recklessly, and when they see a gap, they push their swords and axes.

A hard leather that could not be cut with a speculative attack. The Orc Warriors had no jaws to attack.

But it was enough to distract Ogre.

For the King!

The noble oak shakes his axe. Clearer speculation than ever cut Ogre's bloodshed.

Blood splashes. Ogre shins are ripped open.

Don't miss your chance!

The Orcs snap their swords and spears into their stubbornly wound shins. The wound quickly subsided. However, only with that kind of wound, the monster called the King of the Mountains did not kneel.

Rather, I flew more quickly to see if I had a chest ulcer.

The ogre wiggles his arm with a stabler. Some fortunate Orcs are caught up in the turbulence and fall.

Khhhh.

Something suddenly grabbed my collar. As I lowered my head, Adelia, who had cut her face in half in my chest, looked up at me. A tired, white face, a face that looks like you're going to cry right now, and a body that falls like a lion.

And two eyes with red and yellow energy.

"Oh, shit. "

I had lost my mind during the fight and forgot for a while. Who I was with.

The smell of blood trembled everywhere, and in my arms was a madman who was hallucinating.

"No, hold on. "

I soothed Adelia in a hurry. The [War Craze] and [Butcher] traits that faintly emerged weakened the light. But it didn't completely disappear.

"If you just wait a little while, you can jump as fast as you like. Now be patient."

Adelia buries my face again.

I heard a sigh.

I felt the fur and armor piercing through her mouth. Between her face and my chest, a small crack seemed to glow yellow and red.

Her body trembled like a lion, and it was no longer felt because of fear. I'm creeped out because I think she's smiling.

There's another monster here.

The existence of chaos that has suffered several times, but is rarely adapted.

I wanted to throw her in the winter castle even now because I felt like it. But I couldn't.

The silk carvings to be piled up in this hike were not my own.

I hold Adelia's head tight and hold her so that she doesn't pop out, and a group of people show up behind her.

The group who saw the quartet out there opened their mouths. Even the rangers who have been bored with monsters are surprised by the terrible battle.

"The North is a remarkable place. "

Herchim Kiringer hurls his admiration.

I never imagined there were such monsters until I came here from the royal family, and Herchim Kiringer was astonished.

But it's still too early to be surprised.

The harshness of the Mountain King wasn't just that.

The Orcs were desperate to somehow make one leg unusable before the ogre revealed the face.

Gwwwww!

The ogre roars as if he were making fun of such an effort.

Nuron's giant suddenly flew up red. The muscles swelled as much as possible. The twinkling eyeballs twirl and begin to shed a glow.

The look on Erchim Kiringer's face hardened.

"What the hell is that..."

"That's really coming. "

The essence of being inherent since birth, Ogre was a predator with endless appetite and was an [original butcher].

(chuckles)

Adelia begins to glow in her arms.

The character of [Butcher] she possesses began to react sensitively to the energy of another [Butcher]. I held her tightly with both hands.

The rattled man holds her tight to prevent her from popping out.

It wasn't time for us to get involved.

It was not wise to deal with an ogre who had just revealed his essence.

What we're going to do is fill Ogre's fierce appetite.

Of course, the meal was the oaks.

The noble oak pulls up his speculation.

Come!

Augur twisted his purchases in a gloomy roar.

A brutal, violent smile.

The ogre blows away. The noble oak rolls its feet with his axe spear full of speculation. But it was useless.

Ogres wasn't after him from the start.

"Turn it off!"

"Shuck!"

Screams are fine. Arms and legs fly everywhere. The ogre, who had only swung his fist so far, pushed it in and tore the flesh of the Orcs into shreds.

Dozens of Orc Warriors have died. It happened instantly.

You bastard!

A noble oak glances at the scene of the wretched slaughter. But Auger was already out of place.

The other Orc Warriors have become blood loaves and brushed to the ground. Orcs' torn limbs flew everywhere.

Butcher.

The festival of slaughterers has just begun.

The weary Orcs rush with swords and spears in their rage. But I didn't become an opponent.

The ogre rips through the tough flesh of the oaks like a joke.

"Did you say you were going to catch him like that? "

Herchim Kiringer asked me. Tired of the face of a brave knight.

It was natural.

An ogre who revealed his essence as a [Butcher] was inferior to a Swordmaster. It was absurd of me to catch a guy who was just a Sod Expert.

But that was why it was worth it.

I could never grow myself by doing what I could. The horror of the article grew when it made impossible.

Like a monster right in front of you.

"Get ready. It's our turn. "

There are only twenty Orc Warriors left. Noble Orcs rebuilt, but Ogres disregarded him thoroughly and tore the Warriors apart.

A beast without pride!

The noble oak rushes forward screaming. There was an ogre who was hunting other warriors with his back turned.

"Tsk."

The fact that Ogre looks like a trap to me is flattering.

The noble oak turns around like an ogre waiting to act like he's not inside. The axe spear is sucked into the ogre's hand with intense speculation.

Grrrrrrr.

The ogre scratches his neck and laughs. Young speculation on the axe spear became stronger. Ogre's hand is torn. Blood spilled.

But Ogre never let go of the axe.

Ugh.

Ogre reaches out. Later, the Warriors rush to the ogres. The Orc nobles put speculation in their fists.

Red speculation and dark green warriors intertwine with the golden clerk.

It was Adelia who ran out of my arms.

Ogres didn't even look at the little man who was suddenly caught up in it.

That was an obvious mistake.

The human being, who the King of the Mountains considered insignificant, was the true progeny of the swordsman who had ruled the world in the past.

A stunt that has defeated countless giants in her dark past.

And Ogre is the remnant of the Ancient Age with the blood of an exterminated giant.

"I shook my sword. "

A buzzing voice dug into my ear.

"The blood flows into the river, and the flesh enriches the earth. "

At that moment, the golden black light, which was just increasingly scary, exploded. And there was a slaughter in it for the dominant species that saw the world under its eyes.

It's part of the heirloom that the woman of the Bavarian family has built in the past, and the seeds I planted on her offspring are germinated and smoked.

It was a verse of the poem of the opening wall, which was interwoven with the sword.

Gwwwww!

The ogre suddenly screams. I think I noticed it late.

We know that a small, petty human woman is her own natural being.

But it was too late.

The heir of a woman who slaughtered a giant and was already a black man.

Even though it is an incomparably weak force in the past,

Enough to cut off Ogre's bloodshed.

Quaak!

The ogre opens his mouth. A red line emerges behind Ogre's back. At first there was a line that was so thin that it could not be seen.

Fountain has risen.

And Adelia laughed widely in the fountain.

Ogres roar.

A violent figure who has forgotten even the pain of his essential hatred of natural enemies.

But Auger wouldn't even know his dream.

That there were two people here who were associated with the extermination of the dominant species.

"I will renew this land with the blood and flesh of giants. "

Another verse of [The Poem of the Opening Wall], recited by Adelia, flowed out of my mouth.

Sing "The Poetry of the Opening Wall."

You can't handle poetry with your current abilities.

Part of the poem is omitted.

Sing only one verse of the poem, half of it.

My sword flashes with a glorious twinkle in pain as my heart is cut off.

* *

Erchim Kiringer opens his eyes.

A poor woman who didn't understand why she was dragged into such a harsh hike snapped into the back of a violent giant.

Even if the Orcs use dragons like that, the sturdy leather tears out instantly, and a fountain of blood rises.

The rain of blood poured out, and the woman soaked in it smiled widely.

Herchim Kiringer looks at it with a dull look.

If I hadn't listened to Ogre's violent roar, I would not have been able to regain consciousness.

I grabbed the sword. I turned the ring and prepared to run out. However, Herchim is bruised again before the energy he draws reaches the sword.

Ogre's fingers, as thick as a dizzy woman's wrist, are cut off. In front of him was a prince who twisted a glorious light of five colours. An arrogant pupil.

"You are the beginning. "

The prince said to the monster.