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

Herchim Kiringer dared not even think about getting into a vicious battle.

Crazy as it was, it was an ogre, but it was a matter of two men and two women being crazier than they were.

No, I couldn't even feel the need to intrude before that. The overwhelming was not an ogre, but two men and two women.

Every time the golden clerk passes by, the armor of the armor is torn apart. The woman strikes in succession, as if there were no defenses.

Gwwwww!

The bloody ogre howls and strikes his fist.

The woman who had just trembled with her sword and was in a position to evade the attack seemed to be smashing the whole space.

At that time, the prince went out.

A prince drew a sword with a twisted glow that resembled a woman's blooming clerk, but was strangely different.

Bang!

The prince's body flew into the air. Auger gives a hand and screams.

The laryngoscope and blood have fallen from the horribly cleaved fist. At the same time, the prince who flew through the air rolled over the floor.

Open.

A prince who rolled the floor several times raised his body. In the meantime, the woman who trimmed her posture struck again. Ogre's wrist is completely cut off.

Geez!

The ogre screams and wiggles his remaining hands. The woman caught in the attack bounced.

The prince received such a woman. The two of them got together and rolled the floor at the same time. Then I ran to Ogre again.

Seeing that, Herchim Kiringer admired it.

The woman tore off Ogre leather like she was ripping her flesh off, but she was one of the princes.

The attack is not a woman, the defence is not a prince.

At first glance, it was a perfect role-sharing, but Erchim Kiringer knew it wasn't a pre-tailored merger.

The woman's black ogre was as blind as that. I didn't see any consideration for the fighting together. I just drew the sword as I could see.

Such selfless and blind aggression was exquisitely aided by the prince.

Of course, she takes on defenses she doesn't care about, but she cuts the flow exquisitely to prevent the ogre from focusing on her.

Without a dizzy combat experience and sensation, it was the one prince who was coordinating this battle.

If she wasn't a prince, she would have become a blood loaf and would have been thrown into the snowfield.

How many battles have you fought since you came to Winter Castle? It's been a year since you started learning swords.

It was an unparalleled development in the past, but it was not the only prince who grew so remarkably.

Arwen Kirgayen.

She was destined to be a wire knight once, but now she is also a skilled knight who became a direct knight of the prince.

While Erham and Dunham are running out of time, Arwen commands the Rangers to ambush the Orcs in search of a way to engage in a violent battle with the Augers.

It was a great judgment.

The Orcs are exhausted by the battle against the ogres, and froze at the appearance of an endless scoundrel.

If you fight properly, the Orcs will be silent on the Rangers' snipers for a while.

Luckily, the Orcs who stopped the arrows were taken care of by Arwen Kirgaen. The Orcs, exhausted by the battle with the ogre, fall out of her sword without breaking a spell.

An Orc who used Red Energy entered the battle late, but it was after all the other Orcs had fallen.

Arwen raises her hand. The rangers, who had finished reloading, were again in firing position.

It was then that Erhim and Dunham realized what they were going to do, who were so enthusiastic about the battle between Prince and Ogre.

Ooooooooooooooooo.

With the exception of the four ringed lions, the Knight of Triple Chain, who is considered one of the best swords in the kingdom, decided to raise his energy. No matter how fierce the oak was, it could not be prudent.

The Orcs retreat.

"Crack! Crack! "

The oak scratches its neck and shouts.

I heard you understand what the Prince Orc said. Erchim looks back.

At the end of the day, the fight was ending.

I saw Ogres sitting in a pool of blood.

Both feet have been cut off, and one arm has been cut off from the wrist. The appearance of Ogres swirling around on the floor with their hands cut off, the first vice was nowhere to be seen.

Rather, it was on the human side that it seemed rather vicious.

A bloody woman grabbed Ogre's back. One of Ogre's remaining arms was cut off from his armpit by a sword drawn up from below.

"Grouch."

The ogre screams. A woman shoved a knife in her opposite armpit.

Booooooooo.

Ogre's shoulders are torn apart.

Kung.

An ogre throws his head in a puddle of blood and abandons his body. A woman climbs on Ogre's back. Her eyes fluttered with yellow and red glare, and she laughed.

(chuckles)

A golden sparkling sword pierces Ogre's back neck.

"Argh! Argh! "

The ogre coughs up with a lather. The woman who drew the sword took the sword down again.

Puck, puck, puck.

A horrible noise that seemed to chop even meat, and the ogre twitched.

It was a scary sight to dream of. Erhim frowns and turns his head.

A prince who was approaching was right in front of his nose.

Unlike a woman with a blood clot, it was a distant figure without a single blood on her body.

The prince walks out loud and makes an iron sound to his neck. The oak reacted to that strange noise.

Bloop, Bloop.

It was the same noise that the prince made, and then Herchim knew that strange sound was "Orc", which he heard with rumors.

The prince and the oak roar for a while.

I couldn't even guess what I was talking about. It was just a growl rather than a language, and it was something raw that was hard to even understand.

Jaw.

The prince stretches out his hand and lowers the crossbow of the Ranger, which was right next to him.

"Back off."

It was Arwen who first responded to the unexpected order. Chuck, shove her agglutination in the sword, and then she retreated back there. Late in the day, the rangers stretch their crossbows and open their streets.

Erhim frowns.

It seems like the prince and the orc are going to have a duel against each other.

But that was true.

The oak shook its throat low, and the prince heard it again.

Herchim's eyes widened as if the knights were introducing themselves before the duel.

Orcs and human fights, they were never heard of.

Erhim pondered for a moment.

Thinking back to the way you dealt with the Auger with the Red Energy as a free material, that Orc was at least as strong as the Knight of the Triple Chain. It was too reckless to deal with such a strong man right after the battle with Auger.

Of course, the Orcs fought with the ogres, but they had enough time to breathe.

If you do it again, it gets in the way.

I could have been reproached later, but at least I had to stop Leonberger's eldest son from becoming a monster.

Erhim raises his hand on the sword sack and prepares to jump at any time.

But consequently, it was really worrying.

Swordsmanship is incredibly stubborn, with decades of bare feet on the battlefield. Even though he was breathing heavily, he was stable after a series of strikes, and Mana was also pulling out only where he needed it when he needed it to minimize his loss.

The age of the prince was now only sixteen, too early to make up the whole of Qi. However, it seems that Prince Herchim has already reached that point.

When I came to the wire magnet just a few months ago, I still saw a clumsy corner.

It was a remarkable rate of growth, which I would never have believed if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

"Huuuuuuuuuch!"

I heard a nervousness while I was submerged for a moment.

Looking forward, I saw an oak with its heart pierced by a sword.

Cock.

The prince lifts his foot and pushes the oak. The sword comes out and blood rises. The twitching oak shook his lips.

"Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

One prince glances down at the orc and makes an iron sound.

The oak closes its eyes with a satisfactory face. And I never opened my eyes again.

Herchim somehow guessed what the iron sound of the prince meant.

He was a good opponent. He was a great duel.

I thought it would mean something like that.

Furry.

The first prince sat on the floor.

"Ouch. I'm gonna die. "

One prince, who was lying uncovered, closed his eyes. Arwen and the Rangers run, and the prince who was lying down gets up.

"Adelia!"

A woman raises herself in a puddle of red blood.

"Your Majesty..."

She seemed to be crying right away.

The prince, who confirmed her innocence, shouted.

"Don't come!"

The prince hated it.

She finally shed tears at the attitude of the decent owner. The bloody face, the place where the tears passed, was washed white.

Erhim and the Rangers trembled at the odds. Turning their heads, they never looked where she was again.

* *

After a day of camping and exhausting combat, the group immediately searched the mountains for a sense of hunting.

The steps of the rangers turned into a guide were unpredictable, and the same prudence was not seen before. I asked him why, and he said that the smell of the ogre was so vibrating, that the dizzy monsters would have already fled far.

"Orcs can twist, right? "

I've already seen the Orcs go out to hunt the ogres, and Herchim asks the prince.

"I don't know if there are others who decided to defeat me, like the ones we met yesterday. Ordinary Orcs never come to the stinking side of the ogre. "

One prince added a word with a big face.

"If anyone can smell an ogre and not run away. "

Rangers suddenly send an incoming call.

"It's the same thing, or it's the same thing as an ogre. "

The voice of the First Prince was lowered.

Kieeeeeeeeeee!

A sharp roar dug his ears from afar.

"As it is now."

I heard a thumping footsteps from afar before I finished speaking.

Maburico on blue skin, cuckoo like a boar's thumb. Hundreds of corpses show a giant monster with a rotten stench. "Trolls."

A chunk of gold is rushed to the troll with the prince scarcely pulling out his sword.

And the battle began.

Following the cunning and resilience of the giant, Trolls regenerated my body constantly while being overwhelmed by countless stunts.

The prince hated it, and the butcher was willing.

After half a day of flirting, a group of dozens of blue-bodied men began to wander the mountains again.

Everywhere they passed, a red bruise remained over the white snow fields.

Throughout the mountains, blood clots bloom.

And the seeds that the prince planted on the maid blossomed completely.

[Poetry of Domination] responds to changes in the deceived.

There has been a change in the characteristics of Adelia Bavaria.

The prince was amazed. Even now, I was terrified of what else would have changed in her character.

But I heard another message before the prince even knew what had happened to the maid.

Adelia Bavaria weaves a new amusement.

A man who swears to be deceived tries to give his inheritance and a part of the amusement to his master.