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

Leaving the castle where you've been risking your life for hundreds of years has never been easier for Baleard's men.

They died fighting, they didn't show their backs. It was no longer their way to lose their spiritual holdings and flee like a straggler.

Nevertheless, they were forced to stay in tears and abandon the winter castle.

If they insisted more, everything they wanted to protect would be trampled at the feet of the Orcs.

The soldiers and reinforcements of Balahad turned their backs on the castle, forcing them not to fall.

The Orcs who came through the North Gate chased after him.

In this way, it was forced to do considerable damage.

Then a silver fox mercenary went out.

"This way!"

The silver fox mercenaries had already secured their retreat.

The troops of Winter Castle set fire to the South Gate terribly before exiting the castle. The oil jars explode and create a fire barrier.

Orcs rushing beyond the gates roar beyond the flames. Some of the dogs have nailed their tempers and made their way through the fire, but the silver fox mercenaries' archers, who were standing by in advance, have taken care of them.

"That won't stop you for long! Hurry!"

The leader of the Silver Fox urged the men who were staring at the castle in a desperate way.

His horses and oaks quickly followed behind the retreating.

Each time, the number of silver fox mercenaries prepared shines.

They had traps set up in advance on each side of the road, and the orcs that followed right up to the back had to miss the Winter Castle soldiers before their eyes.

Of course, it's just the crude things that we urgently need to set up as a trap, and even though it wasn't long before it was an ambush, we couldn't hold the Orcs' footsteps long enough.

But thanks to them, Winter Castle's troops were able to reorganize the line.

"How the hell did you prepare all this? "

Vincent Balahard, the superficial face, asks. Antoine, the leader of the Silver Foxes, looks at the cart.

"The day before it happened, His Highness the First Prince instructed me. "

At that time, people looked at the wagon.

There was a cart surrounded by more than twenty inspectors who pressed the cloak, a woman with tears and a boy who lay still and was not fluffy.

It was one prince and Adelia Bavaria who became bloody that day.

The battle had already ended three days ago and the prince was still unconscious.

The large and small injuries sustained in the battle against Warlord were also a problem, and Manado was completely depleted.

I was able to find a place to rest in a hurry, and if I did not heal, I could not turn back.

Unfortunately, however, the escape of the handwriting has only just begun. The Orcs follow very persistently, and even the silver foxes have prepared it in advance.

After a week on the run, part of the troops that were eventually retreating were turned over and forced to stop the Orcs.

It was Arwen Kirgaen who played the biggest role at the time.

She lost the lord, took the castle and went on behalf of the commander of the defrauded Winter Castle, and the silver foxes supported her.

She fought without covering the water fire, and saved countless lives. He exercised complete control of the mercenaries and defeated the pursuits of the Orcs by exercising the proper base as soon as necessary.

But despite the role of her and the silver foxes, their steps were hard and slow. In the cold, they grew weary.

If the Rangers who were heading south first to spread the word had not heard that the nobles of Central Asia were making major defense lines, their scams would have fallen to the ground.

They continued to move forward. And finally, I was able to reach the second line of defense assembled by the troops of Central America.

When you get to the rear, you can fight back against the front line. Although the castle was taken, they still have 3500 troops. Combining forces with forces in the Middle East can defeat the Orcs who trampled on Baleards.

They thought so.

But that was an illusion.

When they arrive at the defensive line spread out by the nobles of Central, 40 kilometers from the northern boundary of the Shrthol family, they are genuinely angry.

"This is the army of the Five? "

Vincent said it was outrageous.

Several months ago, I was informed of the seriousness of the situation and asked for assistance. During the fall of Winter Castle, I sent a messenger in advance to prepare for the army of monsters.

By the way, the middle of nowhere was not at all ready for war.

The book was shabby, and the soldiers' armor was lousy. The flag that symbolizes the family is called JoranSre Butterfly, but I don't see any of the elite soldiers who are the main character of the family.

The horror of Allied soldiers looking at themselves was not unlike that of peasants.

At least the troops gathered under the Schrthol family's flag were well armed. But it seemed like it wasn't enough to fight the D'Sen Orcs.

"Your Majesty!"

By the time the survivors of Balahad had almost reached the throat, the nobles rushed in from the inside.

They confirmed the comfort of Maximilian, fearful of appearances, and thanked God several times for his innocence. He also handed over his comforting words to the new Count of Balahard, Vincent.

No one asked for the comfort of a prince.

"Your condition is precarious. "

A more unfamiliar Maximilian spoke of my brother's condition and asked for help. Then the nobles buried the peace of Prince Burabura and looked sad.

But none of them really cared about the greatness of the One Prince.

Maximilian certainly saw it.

I feel the hatred that has touched their faces.

They seemed to think it was because of the young boy that Baleard collapsed. I noticed what Philly Mannani had done and thought Valrhaud had fallen.

Something choked up in Maximilian's heart.

The man who was going to come back after picking up the head of the enemy assumed the failure and prepared for the task. Perhaps the heart of the party was no different from that of the one who prepared the coffin with my hand and dug the grave.

It would have been fearful and disastrous.

In the meantime, the brother did what he had to do quietly. A retreat, an ambush, a lot of hulls he's prepared for no one knows. These troops survived and were able to make it here safely.

It was all the work of a prince who hated the plague as they saw it, and became as dreadful as the seed of disaster.

Jaw.

Erchim Kiringer grabbed Maximilian, who was about to step out. Maximilian's anger subsides as he looks at the face of the barbed wire.

Now was not the time to be drawn to emotion. The first priority was to unite them to overcome this scourge.

But it wasn't easy.

The troops sent by the five lords to the line of defence were about 3200, but the problem was quality. All but 400 of the elite infantrymen of Count Shrthol were insufficiently trained conscripts.

The knight was the lord, or the lord's surrogate, and there were only 20 people who followed him.

The next day was black.

Even if I meet the Orcs, I have a headache as to whether or not I can stop that terrible army with the mishaps that hit the line.

"We are currently raising all available funds to recruit mercenaries. Please wait a bit."

At least it was comforting to say that Count Shrthol was summoning as many mercenaries as possible with a thousand gold coins.

Unlike the aristocrats in central France, who were still unconscious when this happened, Berthe Schrthol was a thoughtful man.

He spared no assistance to the survivors of Balahard.

Unfortunately, however, time was not on their side.

I heard that the Orcs were seen here and there at the northernmost boundary of the central region. Surprised lords hastily dispersed their troops.

The Maximilians also tried to march with their troops. The nobles also asked me to enter.

"There are too many wounded to join the battle right now. We will reorganize as soon as possible to complete our mission. "

However, Herchim Kiringer stepped up first and nailed him to the ground that he could not join. The Maximilians tried to correct the words several times, but the loyal knight prevented the prince from opening his mouth.

Vincent Baleard also expressed his unwillingness to participate, saying that he needed time to refurbish.

Eventually, the Orcs, who appeared on the central border, decided to deal with the Allied forces alone.

"They're just trying to use us. Should the soldiers who have just returned from the limbs die for them? "

After the meeting ended, Prince Erchim Kiringer calmly explained to the picky prince why.

"Also, in this state, we can never stop the Orcs. Even if we do, we need to get the lords to see this crisis straight. "

Maximilian was indisputable in Herchim's words that some sacrifices must be made in order to promote greater work. The Middle Nobles were still unconscious, even when the young prince saw them.

Of course, I couldn't convince him.

Because their deaths could not be justified for any reason.

Nevertheless, Maximilian was not stubborn, because the Orcs suffered from how terrible and stubborn they were.

If such ferocious beasts spread throughout the kingdom, it would be more than a disaster.

"By the way, Lord Herchim. "

Maximilian sighs and calls Ergg.

"Yes, Your Majesty. "

"Whose idea is that? "

Erchim smiled at the words.

"You already know. "

"I see."

"Is there anything else I don't know? "

"Not for now. "

Maximilian sighed in a meaningful voice.

"When the hell are you going to wake up? "

I was uncomfortable with the inevitable sacrifice that will happen in the future. He only found an unconscious brother.

* *

Abandons clumsy logs and scatters the Horn of Horns of the Central Lords. All that was left was the soldiers of Earl Schrthol, who had the territory right behind him.

The survivors of Balahad and the silver foxes were prepared to fight again, taking care of the large and small wounds in their shabby logs.

In the meantime, a messenger from the centre, who received the situation, went there. A messenger told me that the royals and nobles would send additional reinforcements.

Maximilian never forgot what Vincent Baleard looked like when he heard it.

He closed his eyes with a devil's wrinkled face, and his face was filled with wrath and fury.

Ever since that day, the troops of the Winter Castle, whose horrors have been dwindling and whose atmosphere has subsided, have been on full swing.

How ferocious that was, the soldiers of Earl Schrthol couldn't even move where they were.

Maximilian sighs as he looks at it.

Due to the late departure of the royal family, the nobles of the Middle Ages failed to fully understand the seriousness of the situation, and so many talents for use in the Kingdom died.

One of the lions died and the knights who were not afraid of death died. The brave rangers and soldiers are all dead.

The dedication and sacrifice they have seen over the centuries has fallen into the gutter.

How much has the kingdom lost, and what will it lose in the future?

When I think about it, vertigo was my problem.

"Destruction of Earl Huron's troops! "

I heard about the defeat of the Central lords everywhere. It wasn't just defeat, but the survivors were exterminated shortly after.

Five of the six enclaves adjacent to Balahad have become swarming fields. And the damage was increasing exponentially.

A story has been told that the central army has built a secondary low-lying line across the Rhinese River, which is relatively rearward. I also heard that the reinforcements who were marching towards the northernmost part of the central region turned their feet and headed for the second low-lying line.

"His Majesty advised His Royal Highness and Countess Balahard to retreat to the second low-lying line. "

Earl Schrthol thought at the words of the messenger.

The messenger's words were nothing other than that the kingdom would practically renounce six territories adjacent to Balahad and a dozen smaller territories.

"It's not a tactical bad choice, because we're going to shrink the wire and concentrate the power through the Rhinetes. The problem is that if you do that, the territories of the northern half of the river will become swarming fields. "

Earl Schrthol sits on the furry floor at the checkpoint of Herchim Kiringer.

"I should have sent troops around then..."

Maximilian closes his eyes.

The presence of the Fallen Winter Castle is once again imminent.

The nobles of the Middle Ages later captured the survivors of the Winter Castle. At least I want them to be with me.

Even though it was a selfish idea, it was a tough move.

"When Balahad asked for help, who here held his hand? "

The nobles, fed up by Vincent's cold voice, changed direction and grabbed Maximilian.

"Your Majesty! We made a big mistake, ignorant! If you give me a chance now, I will work hard to restore stability in the North! Please lead us to foolishness! "

Maximilian's heart was only complicated when he looked down on the ground and saw the nobles eagerly raining.

They were ugly and poor in the face of their own calamity.

"Disgusting bastards. "

"Your Majesty? "

The nobles became frozen in the greed uttered by the prince, who was famously gentle and graceful.

Even

Then I heard a clap somewhere.

"You said it cool once. "

Turning their heads, they saw a boy standing with the support of a woman who looked like a maid in their eyes.

Vincent and Maximilian, who found the boy, raised their bodies as if everyone had made a promise.

"Your Majesty! "

The boy, the prince, shook his hand at them like that. The prince's gaze turned to the nobles.

Naturalization was burning in the deeply sunken eyes.

"All the people I wanted to see are here. "