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

I'm almost there, and I can really see the end.

It was just before the damn Mana ran out.

Even the maintenance of wartime was difficult. My heart ached as if it were ruptured.

"Hap!"

The outsider shook his sword. Warlord calmly takes out the sword and retreats. It was like a beast playing with a complete sense of hunting.

"Ian, it's time. "

I tried to spit it out, but the outsider stopped me.

"Stop reaping poetry. "

I kept my mouth shut a few times. And he reaped the power of war. The pain that seemed to break my heart sank like a lie.

"Looks like the plan has failed. "

"Not yet, not yet. "

I still have poems that have reached mythical heights, including [Poetry of the True Dragon]. If you let go of a part of your soul because it was too much, you could reverse the situation.

I did. I certainly did.

"Yeah, it's not over. "

I didn't stand a chance.

Puck.

I lowered my head. My abdomen was blossomed with my uncle's fist.

"Why...? "

I asked the outsider.

"From here on out is the fight of Knight Vale. "

The manna in my fist, obtained in defenseless condition, shook my insides. My head didn't turn out well.

The power is released on the legs. An outsider who fell forward accepted me. He hung his chin on his shoulder and asked again.

"What are you doing..."

"Since someone has to stay and retreat, I'm going to leave that burden to you. "

Someone hugs me from behind.

"Lord Queon. Please."

"Sir..."

I heard a loud voice.

"What are you doing..."

I tried to resist, but there was no force in my body. I tried to hit Valverdun, but my strong hand didn't let me go.

"In the meantime, it was an honor to be with you. "

"Well done. "

I was struck by the roaring voice as I wanted.

"What are you doing? "

But no one answered me. I was on the horse, and the damn Queon Richheim even tied me to his back.

"Good luck then! "

"Salute the Knight Vale Ballerhard's Sword! "

The spearheaders greeted each other. Then it was up to me. I saw the outsider tied to Queon's back.

The Orcs are swarming. The outsider was buried in a dark green wave and was no longer visible.

"Ah..."

I looked at him with a dull look.

The knights who were following him turned around one by one and stopped the Orcs from sprinkling blood and collapsing.

Even the knights were dying out front.

When I left the castle, there were only fifty knights of Winter Castle who were two hundred. And even that was decreasing steadily. When the number of knights that followed was less than thirty, I reached out to the waist dance.

The touch of a hard horn touched the tip of his hand. I released the horn trumpet with my less trembling hand and brought it to my mouth.

Phew... Phew...

Manna, the outsider's wife, who hasn't resolved it yet, has not been able to get into the boat.

Phew... Phew...

I kept blowing the trumpet until I became dizzy. In my heart, I recited war poetry countless times.

Fuwu.

The Wolf Rider pushes the spear towards me, just behind the crowded gap.

Buoooooo.

I just blew a horn while feeling the cold touch of digging into my chest.

Booooooooooooooooo!

At that moment, a disparate noise came into my ear.

Sasasac.

It was a very secretive and threatening sound at the same time, as if a snake were flinging its tongue.

Kung!

Québec.

Wolf rider rolls out screaming.

Turn it off!

Cock!

At that moment, screams came from everywhere.

Sasasac.

Dozens of shadows emerge from the cracks of the Orcs. A fresh gray cape, unlike that of the Orcs, scattered dizzily before their eyes. Silver flashes embroidered the whole earth.

They were elves.

Damn it. Why now...

His eyes blurred, and he finally saw nothing.

* *

Vale Ballerhard turns around as he watches Prince Idrian leave the battlefield with his cavalry.

"Thank you for waiting. "

Grrrrrrr.

The Warlord lowers his throat. It didn't work, but it wasn't hard to understand what that meant. His arrogant face seemed to show me the mercy he had given me.

But he was just a moment too.

He quickly revealed his impatience. I woke up with a red speculation from both my hands grabbing the spear.

The old knight is exhausted, but the king of the dark green monsters is still overpowered.

That was a desperate situation, but Vale laughed rather.

"You're clumsy. How long have you been so light-hearted? "

He was also stripped of his position as commander and liberated from his duties as a householder.

There were also pretexts.

Make time to avoid retreating allied knights being trampled by monstrous Orcs.

It was an unparalleled task to decorate the end of the article veil.

The Warlord rushes through the spear. I drew an orangebladed sword.

A spicy attack that was just about to stop the poet's power bounced off his grip. The Blade of Vale bends as if it were alive and moves toward the Warlord.

The Warlord twists the spear and bounces the sword.

If it had been a long time ago, this one attack would have made my body tremble and sweat.

He didn't know what was going on.

Eyes are clear and body is light. The tip is alive and shines more gloriously than ever.

I gave and received dozens of workshops in an instant.

"That's good!"

The uplifted veil cuts across the earth with a sword.

The speculator that was pushed out tore apart like a belly button, and the Warlord's body sneezed. But just as much as that, the scars on Veil's body grew.

That made a crucial difference.

One is the body of a formidable monster, and the other is the body of an old human being. Even with the same bloodshed and the same wounds, the loss was a veil.

Nevertheless, Vale was not pushed by the Warlord.

The Mozambique of the Body was replaced by Mana, who was released from the Ring.

Four rings constantly resonated and supported his body.

Then, at some point, a change occurred.

After sewing the four rings that were merely resonant, a flow of cold water emerged. At first, the flow, which was just a straight line connecting the rings, retracted and shut.

And it became another ring.

"Ah..."

There was a huge energy in my body that I could not even imagine until now. In that overwhelming upheaval, Vale was ecstatic.

Penta. The scenery of the dream drawn by the knights of all the rings.

He reached the point where he wanted to go.

Vale stretches his sword. The Warlord retreats instead of running. It was a different kind of caution than it has been until now, when it was just a rush to open the window.

Looking at such a Warlord, the veil fills his tongue low.

It would have been nice if I'd worked a little.

The breath of the messenger reaching to the tip of the jaw has already hurt too much, and that much blood has been shed.

The fifth ring gave him immense power, but it gave him nothing to hold on to.

Maybe just once.

It's not the broken body that survives.

The cheer of Dao ( ) was just as great.

Then I heard the sound of the trumpet from afar.

Boooooooooooo.

Familiar sound that resonates hard.

Piling up green corpses and raising mountains. There was a red nail under it.

The song I followed swiftly touched my head.

"I can still give him a small gift on the way. "

Vale laughed.

He fixes the sword. The blue light rising from the tip of his sword soars endlessly.

The red energy generated by Warlord rises like the sea and covers the whole land.

The rising clergy flows down to the ground, which has turned red. It was as if a giant sword wielded by the ceiling was cutting through the Red Sea. At that moment, the red energy of Charlna snatched the entire body of the old knight.

Vale did not lay a sword in the bitter pain of his entire body.

The first and last sword wielded by the Knight of Penta, Vale Ballerhard.

I will give it to him.

Idrian, my nephew.

"To His Highness the Prince. "

The blue clergyman finally parted the little one completely.

* *

Berthe, the lord of Shrtle, who connects the northernmost and central parts of the central region, has had a terrible dream these days. It was all because of the change that happened in the North.

Request for help from Baleard family who has stopped the invasion of monsters.

Berthe immediately overcame Mansa and recruited troops. However, other lords came before sending the gathered troops north.

They say that Count Balahard is doing the same. The Central lords gave thousands of gold and armed troops, but they refused to pay for it.

Berthe argued that it was absurd to know Count Balahard's holy name. I was about to ignore this nonsense and send five hundred infantrymen to the North.

At that time, Count Wurn's son said,

"The Imperial Ambassador told me not to hesitate, but to watch the trend. "

There's a war going on in the Kingdom right now, but what did the ambassadors of the other countries say? Berthe is trying to end this malnourished talk, another lord said.

"He said that anyone who does not accept the advice of the Friendship Child would be terrified. He said he might be angry at the cold ship. "

I wanted to knock the lord out of his mind and ask, "Are you a nobleman of the Empire or a nobleman of the Kingdom?"

But I couldn't.

The nobility of the weak country could not resist the nobility of the great kingdom. I've already seen the collapse of a family that can't.

Even Earl Eli, who was once called the Kingdom's greatest swordsman, was only a rural baron in the eyes of the Empire.

Berthe did not want Schrtholga to step on his ex-wife.

In the end, I dissolved the army I had put together because I could not overcome the pressure and persuasion of the lords. I suffered enormous damage, but I was able to fill it all with gold from Countess Montpellier.

But I filled the empty storehouse, but I couldn't erase my anxiety.

It was a nightmare every night, since the old man of that twisted ballerhard family wouldn't be so harsh.

So I gathered the nobles of the central region again.

"Maybe we should send reinforcements now. "

Several lords nodded timidly and gave their consent. However, the powerful family members raised their voices and silenced their opinions.

"Uh-huh. Count Schrthol. Why do you keep doing this? Even if I have to collect them and send them away to do something good. "

"Two troops from the royal family have already gone to Balahard. Combining the forces of Balahard, three legions, 6,000 troops. Besides, Baleard's soldiers and knights are not too proud to be brave. What are you so worried about? "

Their attitude to speak with their tongues seemed very insulting even to a child. But Berthe dared not even say that he was unhappy.

Just because the roles are the same doesn't mean the relationship is comparable.

They were real people tied together with the nobles of the nobility, and they were the only lords of the Earl who were such fools.

I just lamented how this country turned out, and hoped that there would be no change in Valrhardga.

Unfortunately, Berthe's aspirations were in vain.

"A messenger has come from Balahard! "

I opened the door and shouted to the captain of the guard who appeared.

"Bonamana, another request for assistance. You're doing a really bad job. "

"Haha. Let's give him a proper excuse. "

Berthe raises his hand at the words of the other lords. The guard commander's complexion was too pale to just hand over.

Something must have happened. My heart tightened with an ominous feeling.

"Whatever the messenger says. "

"You don't have to listen. I just don't have the right stones..."

The guard captain shouts before Count Wurn finishes his words.

"Ballerhard is down! "

The head of the arrogant House of Ulrenga opens his mouth without even considering the rudeness of the Guard General.

"Winter Castle has fallen, and Count Valrhaud is still alive! "

"What, what! "

Surprised nobles rise up and ask again, and a rudimentary messenger of Molgol bursts into the air beyond the open door.

"Who are you? This is where the nobles gather. Who do you think you are without permission? "

In the midst of this urgent crisis, the Earl of Ulran made a castle. But the messenger did not complain about the wrath of the Earl.

Rather, I have seen a face that stands out to live with evil teeth. Earl Gürn, who had grown up in that ferocious mood, sat down, hiccupping. Berthe spoke to the messenger in a less shaky voice.

"Bar, you're the Ranger of Ballerhard. Sa, what happened? "

The whale shouts as if the Baleard Ranger were vomiting blood.

"Ranger Warrior Three Hundred Forty-Three! Two hundred and fifteen infantry warriors! Four hundred ninety-two Light Infantry Warriors! "

The ranger's gaze stares at one of the nobles' faces.

"Seventy-nine Black Horseman Warriors! Eighty-eight Winter Knights Warriors! "

The late awakened nobles reacted rudely. But the ranger raised his voice even more.

"It's not over yet! "

The nobles shouted at me, me, me, but I was pushed into the air and said nothing more.

Looking at the nobles with their mouths shut, the ranger shouts in a rested voice.

"Provisional Support Force! Medium Infantry Warrior Hundred Ninety-eight! Three hundred and twenty-three Light Infantry Warriors! One hundred seventy-two archer warriors! Sixty-four Knights Warriors! Berthe was stunned and put on his head.

"3rd Battalion Commander! Lord of Winter Castle! Chief of the Ballerhard Family! Vale Ballerhard Warrior! "

In the end, he sat in a furry bed.

"His Royal Highness Prince Idrian! "

Seeing Berthe like that, the Ranger chewed.

"Winter has fallen, survivors are now retreating..."

Berthe closes his eyes.

"As the messenger of Count Vincent Baleard, please convey your word to the nobles of Central Asia! "

Ranger shouts again.

"All the nobles of the Middle East will contemplate an exhibition to gather the maximum troops and be in a position to join the army of 10,000 monsters!"