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

A gust of wind struck the collar.

The wind blows away, and the unclean and ominous energy of the wind blows away without my knowledge.

I couldn't believe it.

The Knights and Soldiers of the Horrible Army.

It was unacceptable.

Nevertheless, I was forced to accept it.

The Magician is not the only one cursed by a commander.

Because there was a poor sorcerer who was taken from my sight and thrown into the frontier of life and death.

The Magician found a vessel to hold all the things of his life, but they did not find it, and it became a ghost under the earth that did not reach nine thousand.

The death that I could not see, the truth beyond that, pressed me now for 400 years.

I close my eyes to dizziness, and the cold touches my cheeks.

When I opened my eyes, I had starry eyes.

Ophelia, she looked at me.

It was a gaze full of incomprehensible compassion, as it was when we first met 400 years ago.

I prayed for the king's mouth, and I know that all the teachings that were given to them are from you, and that you take them for granted.

I turned my head without even knowing the emotions that I couldn't understand.

But keep in mind. The only thing left for the knights and soldiers you loved was a cold death, not a belief that was as hot as the fire of life.

The cool sensation that touched my cheeks disappeared.

"When the sun goes down, they will be released. Along with the period of hatred for the living. "

Ophelia, who stepped back, looked straight at me and said,

"If we don't stop them, they will be taken away, and if they are taken away, they will lose both performance, body and soul. "

I was so distracted by the warning.

I looked up at the sky.

The sun was floating high, but there was not much time left to fully tilt.

I lowered my head again.

Vincent and everyone else were looking at me.

I looked nervous with one.

The armies of paradise, which had never been experienced before, were dark-faced with instinctive fears of the dead coming with the night.

"Gather firewood and oil. "

I ordered them to be strong looking at them like that.

"Not enough to reveal the whole castle during the night. "

I added a word.

"Gather as much as you can. "

It's gonna be a really long night.

* *

Battles with monsters have made the wall more busy with firewood and oil jars.

Khhhh!

The same was true under the walls.

The closer the night gets, the crazier the monsters start to fly.

The monsters somehow tried their best to cross the wall.

Kieac!

Goblins crawling up the wall pierce through the Ranger's arrows to pull out all my nails and break them.

Bang, bang!

The orc that receives the glottis continues to run with crushed shoulder bones. The two hands of the troll punching towards the glottis were white with bones.

That's the frenzy itself.

Even the Ancients of Winter Castle, who have seen monsters struggle year after year, were pale in the frenzy of monsters.

The recruits were worse off.

Tired of the battles that followed the whole time, they were completely frightened by the madness of monsters.

It was not good.

Even if you clean up monsters before nightfall, morale will hit the ground.

The deceitful army could not stop the dead.

The frightened soul will easily give out my bowl, and the captured soldiers will be the ones who covet the blood and flesh of allies.

The chaos will devour the army and hell will spread.

"Vincent. What power is available to the knight? "

"There are now sixty-four knights of the Winter Knights and fifty-ninth century Black Horsemen awaiting orders. "

Compared to the end of the war, the power was restored. However, it was not enough power to calm down the monsters that flew crazy under the walls.

"Assemble them all under the gates. "

"Are you going to open the gates and leave? "

Vincent expressed his concern.

Although the number of battles continued during the day has decreased considerably, there are still two thousand monsters under the wall.

It's not just monsters, it's crazy monsters.

It was not very wise to open the gates in such a situation.

But there was no way.

If we have a night like this, there will be even more tragedy.

At this moment, what Winter Castle soldiers needed was an overwhelming victory over fear and shouting.

"Tell Eli to gather the Knight Cadets as well. "

In my words, Vincent bows his head with a firm face.

The rangers on the wall stare at me.

I was filled with light that I could not understand how they looked at me, whether they had heard the conversation a little while ago.

What the hell?

What the hell are you doing with a safe wall?

The question that came to their faces was the same.

Just blowing an arrow over the wall will clean up soon, but I don't understand why I have to open the gates and run the risk.

But the faces of the veterans were different.

Their faces, which were pale and hardened, were dull.

"North! Find the North! "

"Some guy touched my horn! "

"Think of the one who didn't recognize the soldier as dead. I'll kill you alive. "

The Ancients smoked the court stone.

It was like preparing for a festival.

"I'll bet on you. "

"Black Spear Soldiers are the best at horses, though. I'll bet on Captain Lichheim."

Among the intermediaries, there were even those betting on Vena who had a lot of monster necks.

"I'll bet on Captain Richheim, too. The message is still far away. "

As I heard, Vincent's voice scratched my pride.

"Now, is there anyone else who knows? Walk as fast as you can. "

Vincent encouraged the recruits who were looking at him to take part in the bet, even as he was still speechless.

The recruits put their money on the stakes without knowing anything.

"Lord Richheim! The Balahard family's finances are on you! "

"It must be the Lord's pockets, not the Balahard family's! "

The lone cavalry commander under the wall giggles.

I didn't see any tension anywhere.

The newcomers, swept away by the atmosphere, laughed without knowing anything. The new knights of the Winter Knights did the same.

I shake my head and go down the wall.

"Your Majesty."

Adelia, who found me, took her sword and armor.

Feeling her meticulous hands, she looked at the articles convened in front of the glottis, and she saw a familiar face.

"And Carls? "

"Your Majesty is coming. "

The court knights were eager behind Karls, laughing and laughing.

"Your Majesty, aren't you uncomfortable? "

"Uh, perfect. "

"I think you should clean your head. "

She tied my head up with a skilful gesture before permission was given. I felt a sense of liberation when the hair that covered my eyes was cleared.

"Thank you."

"When I get back, I'll keep it brief. "

Adelia withdrew with a satisfactory face. She was also fully armed with swords and armor. Arwen was by his side, and Eli was hovering around.

"Why are you there again? "

"Mm-hmm. But I still have time to be at the forefront. "

"Don't sound like a horse, go to your place. Cadets tell me who to lead. "

I heard Eli squeak his mouth out.

"Lord Arwen, I wish you well. "

Even with Eli's affectionate greeting, Arwen didn't even answer. He just quietly checked his armor.

"So you're all set! "

"Your Majesty is the late one. "

When the captain of the cavalry kept talking, the knights waxed and burst into laughter.

I went up to the horse with their laughter. And standing in front of them, the Queens handed over the farm again.

"You're the late one. You're the most prestigious. "

He laughed at the defensive voice and looked over the wall.

Numerous soldiers were looking at me on the wall.

Some veterans were filled with expectation, and some recruits still had a questionable face.

"Your Majesty! Just say it! I'll open it anytime! "

In Vincent's words, I answered without hesitation.

"Open it!"

At the end of the speech, the gate growled with horror.

Chirp, chirp.

The chains and sheaves connected to the gates scream.

Then the glottis slowly began to fall from the floor.

"Whoo."

There is still a narrow gap, and monsters insist on squeezing in between.

Khhhhhh.

I listened to the roar of monsters that were just noisy rather than violent, and I stopped breathing.

"Whoo."

"It's been a long time since you've been nervous. "

In Queon's words, I smiled.

"No way. "

Then he added a word.

"I have a lot of guts. "

"When you were on the wall, you said you had a lot to eat. "

Queens giggle.

In fact, it wasn't because of a few loaves of bread I picked up on the wall. It's because of the essence of the forest that hasn't been digested in days without predation.

I didn't have to answer.

You'll find out soon enough.

One day, monsters, including trolls, were rushing heavily, lifted up and down the gates, so that the horses could pass by.

There were no knights in sight. I was just desperately teasing my feet to get a little further away from the mountains before nightfall.

"That's really hard. "

I slowly pulled out the sword.

Ooooooooooooooooooo.

At that moment, my manna heart, stretched to the fullness of my sleep, turned on the base. In an instant, the manna spread to all corners of the body.

No more vacancies.

Nevertheless, the heart was throwing up the Mana endlessly.

Qaaaaaaaah.

As if it were a flood, the manna in my body flooded.

"Where I fled from the dead. "

I lifted the turbulence.

He slaughtered and robbed the warlord.

You know, when you get your ankle caught up in a little talent and you don't use it properly,

"If you do, you'll die. "

I unleashed a rare attack on the monsters.

Ooooooooooooooooooooo.

Earth cried in time.

Pot.

A glorious band of light is formed at the end of the sword.

Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.

The tightly compressed light became a blade.

A sign of those who have come to the completion of harmony.

The power of destruction only granted to masters.

I held Earth as it was.

Saaaaaaah.

There was one line in the air.

Even the space was intact Aura Blade.

Chiaak.

Monsters in the orbit of a line that cuts through the air look down at me. But even before they could figure out what was going on in my body, their head snapped, and they fell to the ground.

A late blooming fivora,

"Advance."

I jumped into that red world.

* *

Goooooooo.

Vincent's energy bursts out from under the gate suddenly, stiffening.

Ooooooooooooooooooooo.

The ring began to tremble.

Strong enough energy for the heart to regrow.

"This is..."

It was a wave of something that he was so familiar with and missed.

He stands against the wall and looks under the glottis.

"Charge!"

With the roar of the lion, black horsemen poured out under the gates.

There was a prince at the forefront.

"Ah..."

Looking at it, something hot choked up in my heart.

"Swordmaster!"

One of the articles Baleard lost in the last war, followed by Swordmaster, was before his eyes.

He holds the sword of light like the dawn, as if he would drive it away even in the coming night.