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

Time passes slowly.

Fragments of broken and fragmented red sea scatter dizzily before your eyes. Some of them touched my arm, my chest, and my shoulder. I felt horrible pain as if my skin were burning, and my mind flashed.

The blurred world became clear.

I see Warlord.

The speculation that surrounds the body like an armor is also disappearing.

The first defenseless look I've seen since the battle began, this is my last chance.

Hold on to the pain and squeeze the Earth tight.

I earnestly hope that this catastrophe will reach where I want it.

But that was too much greed. It was impossible from the beginning for my sword to reach Warlord, who had barely reached the rank of Extraordinary.

The price for using force that was not in line with the horror appeared faster than I expected.

The black man who made the decision only drew half the line, and the manak snapped, and it was cut off.

The will of the true dragon has disappeared like a lie. The cold of Chantalza, who was entangled in the earth, melted rapidly.

Ah...

[Poetry of Zangdragon] gives me the power to tear Warlord's speculation apart, but at the same time, I take away the power to tear Warlord's flesh apart.

All that's left now is the fire of a weak soul. By contrast, Warlord's spear was still in shape.

It's a damn thing.

It's the same thing as losing power, but that's the monster that's been under the power of reverse divergence since birth, and this is just a weak kid.

I knew that the word "rocking" with eggs meant something like this.

But I didn't reap the sword.

For the past year,

By relying on the weak fire that stood at the end of the earth,

I will not see the end of this slaughter.

Warlord stares at me.

The one with the red eyes looks at it and scolds it.

A spear like an iron pole is approaching my nose.

Step out with your body twisted. Turn your back and lower your posture, but leave the black as you go.

His spear passes through his chest. The body wiggles by the force on the spear.

But my hand, my black, was still moving forward.

Quajic.

Touch of heavy breeding touched my fingertips.

Tortoise resistance, like cutting water with a wide palm.

And the resistance suddenly disappeared at some point.

I saw his face.

It wasn't the winner's bad feelings that came to mind.

I shook my head along his gaze.

I saw a red line carved obliquely on his humble shoulder.

At first, the lines that were tightly engaged began to contradict each other. And his shoulders pour down along the line.

Kung.

His shoulders fall off. The hand gripping the spear flinches violently.

He opens his mouth.

Huuuuuuuugh!

With that gap, a roar burst into pain and anger.

And the time that slowed down at that moment began to flow again rapidly.

"For Ballerhard! "

A black shadow passed in front of me. Immediately after the black shadow touches his face, an elongated rod emerges that did not exist until just now.

A spear used by Black Spearmen.

Huuuuuuuuuuu!

Warlord with a spear in his eye screams in agony.

"For the Gift of Winter Castle! "

At some point, a bold spearheader enters his body.

Yi Ying!

The Warlord fell, who never seemed to fall with a mourning.

"For the Fortress of Winter! "

"For the men in front of the Sack Wind! "

The Black Spearmen trampled the fallen.

Turn it off!

He howls. It sounds like the beast is frightened, and the child wails like a crook.

The Black Horsemen jumped from the horse.

They shove their spears into Warlord's body in unison.

The Warlord roars.

But the resistance of the man who lost his speculation and lost his arms was just a seemingly terrible convulsion.

"You fucking monster! "

"Die!"

The Black Spears shoot the spear like a madman.

Warlord's body was instantly slutty.

Sniff.

And yet he was alive. So it became even more miserable.

Hundreds of times, stabbed in the window, his legs cut off.

And in that state, he stitches up the spear and snaps out like a flag.

There was no king's majesty anywhere.

The one who was born a king and wished to remain a king until the last moment was so dead.

A bunch of monsters that took down Winter Castle.

A monster that took the lives of many soldiers and knights.

The enemy of the outsider died so miserably.

"Ah..."

The power is released on the legs.

I fell on my knees like I was torn apart by a puddle of stubborn blood.

I blurred my eyes.

I kept trying to break through it, but something was emptying out.

I couldn't stand it, so I spit it out.

A handful of dark red blood,

Rejoice for the cruel war monarch who was finally slaughtered,

A handful of mourning for the irreversible warriors,

A piece of mourning for the outsider and the stupidity of the past day.

All kinds of things poured out in me.

Amazing achievements...

I was nothing but an extraordinary man...

The first verse of [The Poetry of the Lost King] is complete...

Moo-hoon Shi's upheaval...

Hearing a message pouring into my ear, I said,

I was feeble.

* * *

As the Warlord falls, the Orcs begin to flee. They turned around and saw no violent invaders who had ravaged the North.

They were merely frightened and chased beasts.

And the hunters didn't let the beast just run away.

"Former Knights! Defeat the surviving Orcs with the Cavalry! "

The horsemen and knights were scattered all around, according to the commander's instructions.

The remnant took the wounded, apprehended the warriors and cleared the battlefield.

"Mmm."

The eyes of those who organize the battlefield keep looking back.

In the middle of the battlefield, where the body of a monster was stolen like a flag, there were five hundred soldiers and knights gathered.

It was Balahard's troops.

The survivors were finally defeated, the Orcs were finally defeated, and they kept their silence when they cheered.

I just gathered in one place and turned my back and stood still.

"Shouldn't we go? Earlier, the First Prince was also hurt a lot. "

Some of the lords said, others nodded.

However, no one was able to get to the place where Valrhad's troops were gathered.

The same was true of Maximilians.

"Brother..."

When I drove the Orcs all the way across the bridge and came back, I saw my brother howling beside the corpse of a flagged Warlord. I couldn't even imagine.

He was strong even when so many people died in the Winter Castle. He planned to destroy the enemy instead of mourning when he woke up in the north with his wretched castle behind him.

I could see anger, but I couldn't see sadness.

That brother was crying in haste.

I approached him and couldn't even give him the comforting words.

Not only that, but so was everyone.

Except for just one here.

After clearing the battlefield, Arwen Kirgaen heads to where Valrhad's men are. With a big flag in his hand.

After wandering through the gaps of the men, she knelt down on one knee to the prince who sat still.

"Arwen Kirgaen. I have returned from your command. "

My master, who lured the Orcs and remained on the line of defense, repeatedly reported what had been accomplished. "All 29 of the 29 Valrhad cavalry members who were on the manned operation were killed. Only me and Eli survived. "

I couldn't understand why I was reporting a death at the same time.

I wanted to get this guy out of here right away if I could.

Maximilian looks at Balahard's men. Wanted someone to stop her.

But they didn't dry up the company, they didn't force it out.

"Seven of the nineteen Black Horsemen were warriors. "

"There are 43 warriors from the 2nd Battalion, 124 in the Baleard Rangers. "

"Seventy-two of the 198 members of the Fourth Infantry Battalion were killed in Balahard. "

Dorian followed this man on his knees and saw the damage.

Maximilian thought it was not the time. I thought it was too cruel to report a warrior now. I thought maybe you could weep again.

But it wasn't.

There arose a prince who was hesitant to sit on his face.

"Everyone... well done. "

I beat the balls of the survivors with a split and broken voice.

"Your Majesty. This is Warlord's army. "

This man has politely offered up a huge army.

One prince took the armor. But it didn't unfold.

"Let's go back."

The prince who grabbed the flag said.

"To our fortress. "

* *

The northern troops have left the defensive line before the full clean-up of the battlefield is complete.

I had to share my specialty and promote my work afterwards, but the lords were forced to panic because those who had set up the biggest ball suddenly disappeared.

The commander stood up and advised me to stay for a while and keep an eye on the situation, but the First Prince did not listen.

"I have work to do. "

I just rushed down the road saying there's something important to do in the north.

"Brother, I'll come with you. "

"No, you go back to the throne. You have work to do. "

The prince with his hands on Maximilian's shoulders sends a deep glance.

I didn't tell you what to do. But Maximilian seemed to know what it was.

"I'll see you soon. "

After saying goodbye to my brother, the prince left for the North.

Those who were left behind after they had left had to suffer from osteoporosis.

"What should we do with those who do not know honor? "

"I want to ask you right away because I feel like it, but they don't count less. "

"We used to stoop, but now we're outnumbered. "

"I can't believe this is the price of my life. "

What should we do about the nobles who fled during the battle, and what should we do about the report? I don't know how else to recover the troop damage from this battle.

His head was complicated, and what he had to do was give birth.

"But you survived, and you kept it, aren't you? "

Earl Branburg told the Wrapped Commander and nobles. The survivors said the same thing and burst into laughter.

* *

Troops from the northern part of the country that left the central part of the country headed to Baleard. And finally arrived in the winter castle.

In front of the southern gate of Winter Castle, where the signs of the miserable retreat were still not erased, Vincent Ballhardt and the men of Winter Castle were present.

"Your Majesty, are you back? "

In Vincent's words, the prince glanced at the knight who was by him.

The knight opened the lid of the large crevice that was right behind him.

The wretched Warlord's body, the King of Orcs, roared in pain and fear.

"You've been very distracted. I can't use my body. Where's the other arm? "

Vincent's eyes were shaking.

"One arm was cut off and I couldn't find out where she went. "

Vincent closed his eyes in the words of the First Prince. But he opened his eyes again and pretended to be okay.

"You didn't get wasted like your father. "

Vincent then ordered that Warlord's head be cut off and stuffed separately. The soldiers left the castle, groaning with the scar. "Well done. Go inside. "

In spite of Vincent's words, the prince did not move. Instead, the cloth on his back, without a word, pulled out the stone-dried wand.

"What is this..."

"Warlord's Warlord. "

The wind blows. Warlord's armor spreads.

The traces of the kingdom erected by the Orcs are torn, and the winds fade with longing colours.

"The day will not come when I will defeat His Majesty in the flagship. "

The prince shook his head and looked over the wall.

"Flower at the highest, let everyone see this flag. "

He looked around again.

"The master of this armament is Balahard. "

And declared in front of the soldiers.

I fought and won, and I finally won.

The declaration of victory that we have endured from the line of defense in the Middle East,

The survivors of Winter Castle cheered.

* *

"Say it again."

The King frowned.

"The First Prince refused to return."

The king frowned at the messenger's words.

"Say it again. "

There was a dark fury in the words of Toshi.

The messenger trembled and looked at the king's eyes. But I couldn't do my job. I closed my eyes and told the prince.

"The First Prince said that he would return to himself when the time came. "