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

At night, the dead came to winter.

And the soldiers of the Winter Castle had to suffer from the sound of someone who missed coming in during the night.

The first day was just the extent to which some of the soldiers who had gone through such subtle temptations were making a fuss. The same was true of the second day.

I stand on the wall every night and growl at the darkness. At that time, the darkness stopped making fun of me and disappeared rather than staring at me quietly.

The third day and the fourth day spent the night like that.

And when the morning came, the night and day boundaries began to crumble.

In the afternoon when the sun was floating in the middle of the sky, without even the dead retreating, there were noises everywhere in the castle.

The screams of the dead began to affect the soldiers in earnest during the night.

Soldiers now suffer from yearning and groaning for someone who has become day and night and cannot be seen again.

I had to stand on the wall and watch the soldiers feel blurry.

Though it was the dead who were wounded, their loss and their screams were like scars engraved in the depths of souls that no one else could dare touch.

As I am now, it was best just to keep the dead from jumping even more during the night.

Another day has passed.

In the gloomy atmosphere of the entire castle, even the knights, who were relying on the energy accumulated in their bodies, began to shake.

"Your Majesty, we'd rather open the gates and fight them. "

Even the gloomy complexion of the glorious saint was potent.

"Not possible."

Vincent vomits ten times how bad the soldiers are.

"We don't know when and how the night, day, and screaming soldiers will behave in extreme ways! It's too harsh for them to endure! "

"Better than being taken away from the ghosts. "

"Your Majesty, if you lose a little time like this, you will lose the power to take the sword and fight! I'd rather open the gates and find the crossroads before then..."

"That's what they want. "

I said a few times and resolutely.

That's what they wanted.

The dead were waiting for the gates to open on their own.

To take the flesh of the creatures beyond, to take the blood and the flesh.

"Can we wipe them out before they get pushed in? "

"How do you wipe out ghosts that don't exist? "

If it had been possible to cut them with the sword, I would have cut them with the sword. But the ghosts were like imaginations without substance, so they could never be cut down with swords.

At least while they're hiding in the dark without a body.

"Soldiers' patience has reached its limit. "

Vincent told me about how mentally crowded the soldiers were in a heavy tone.

I already knew.

The sound of rangers roaming the castle with a depressed face and the sound of songs coming from all over the city meant that they had little patience.

"Valrhad's soldiers are strong. They will not collapse. "

Nevertheless, all I had to say to Vincent was wait.

The time will come.

I waited for the moment to come.

And when it was the eighth night, the moment I was waiting for came.

Kaaaaaaaaaaah.

At night, the ghosts who were camping under the walls and whispering in someone's voice cried out in my voice for the first time.

Kaaaaaaaaaaah!

Thousands of widows roar at a time of dreadful roar, and the seemingly distant chunks spread out into the snowfield and seep beneath the ground.

As I watched it, I immediately shouted with the utmost horror.

"All combat ready! "

At that moment the knights turned the ring fiercely and shouted after me.

"All rangers to their respective positions! "

The rangers, who were helplessly stretched as if they were suffering from depression under the walls, rose up astonished when they heard the roar.

Booooooooooooooooo!

The sound of the trumpet spread throughout the city.

"Unlock the Warehouse Seal and get your weapons up against the wall! "

"What are you doing, you bastards! "

Knights guarding the gates kick the Rangers' asses and drop the court stone.

Rangers rushing over the Urr Wall shudder to find their location.

"What happened to your bow! "

"Oh, I forgot! "

In the brokerage, some stood barefoot, forgetting to bring my weapon.

I frowned as I watched the hilarious drama happening on the wall.

Neither the right nor the left had such a king.

But I didn't call them trees.

It's been a week since the dead suffered. If you're a dizzy soldier, it's time for you to collapse.

It is great to have reason to follow orders even if you are as clumsy as you are now.

"All battles ready! "

The Rangers, who had been on the right and left for a long time, finally took their seats, and the knights reported in a row.

It was then that the earth began to rot.

Jaw.

A blue hand pops out through the white snowfield. There was a blue frozen forearm and a flimsy headache.

There are corpses all over the snowfield.

I saw it with a firm face.

I didn't think the dead would wait for the gates of Winter Castle to open on their own.

The appetite of the dead never waited long for supper.

Soon I expected them to use the bodies scattered all over me to knock directly at the gates.

But there was something I wasn't expecting either.

I didn't know that the dead would use this as a vessel instead of living.

Soldiers and knights of Ballerhard, who were killed in the aftermath of a harsh winter.

The corpses of those who did not recover them have been frozen for many years and have awakened.

Just as they told me of the upheaval they had experienced during their lifetime, when the place fell from Beigo, they maintained a human circle to some extent. Among them were the relatively recent bodies of those who were transcribed.

"John...?"

"Oh, my God, it's Gibson! "

The rangers who recognized them groaned.

At that time, other ancient rangers opened their eyes and looked through the snowfield. They were tired of seeing if anyone was close to them, even those horrible corpses.

Neither did I.

Please don't. Please don't.

I eagerly hoped that the outsider would not be there.

"Nothing."

Vincent said he would notice my color like that.

"My father is not there. "

I could not laugh or cry at the words.

It was not up to me to decide whether I should be relieved that the outsider didn't show up in such a horrible way, or whether he should be angry with the wretched last man who didn't even leave a body. Or I couldn't help but feel ashamed of my selfish wishes.

I saw Vincent.

It was a self-centered face.

He was very distressed by the treacherous feelings that came from the Lord and the Son.

But in the meantime, he did not forget his duties as lord.

"Everybody stay sharp! "

Vincent shouts out loud.

"Are they really the ones you knew? Are those monsters really your comrades who are coming to lead that frozen body and drink your blood and bite your flesh! "

A voice filled with the Mana of the Ring echoes loudly across the entire wall.

"Consider it better! These are the warriors that our fathers have not reaped, and the warriors that we have not reaped! I will gather them here today to honor that spirit! "

The moment I heard that, the verses of the poem came to mind.

The first thing that came to mind was just fighting, fighting, and finally, a heartless remembrance of my father who was killed with all his might, a song of extraordinary revenge.

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

Even if they weren't green corpses,

And honour your soul before me.

Now that the salt to honour the soul is the same, there is no better poem for this place today than any poem I have.

At the end of the verse of [Poetry of Soul], another verse of poetry followed.

Snow-covered mountains, frozen bones, bloody red walls are speechless

Those frozen, resurrected corpses were the history of a winter war.

Only the sound of the trumpet of the dawn advancement is heard.

I earnestly hope that the sound of the trumpet of dawn will drive out the night.

The heart rattles and the mana escapes like a sled.

If it had been me a while ago, the Dozens would have lost consciousness.

But not now.

I am now a completed knight, a Swordmaster.

At the tip of the sword, it kindles the flame of the soul.

In his mouth, he chanted [Winter Poetry] during the Great War.

Goooooooo.

A powerful energy spread across the entire wall.

"The snow-covered mountain frozen red blood permeated walls are speechless. "

"Only the sound of the trumpet of the dawn advancement resonates. "

The knights roared fiercely and recited the poetry of war.

Boooooooo!

Dongdong.

The rangers, who were staring at the snowfield in a blaze, sounded the north with a horn.

It's not who did it. It's like I made a promise.

I stared beyond that wall.

There were frozen bodies. Running towards the wall with a squeaky, stiff limb.

They were not already fearless, nor were they sinister spirits.

It was just a frozen undead.

I glanced at them and brought together the waves and the noise that was sounding through the medieval heating.

And I spread it all over the wall again.

The armies soared to terror.

I could not hear the cry of the dead any more.

The only thing I heard was the heart, the heart, and the heartbeat.

The body seemed to be burning hot.

I thought my body would burn if I didn't vomit this heat right away.

"Tonight! "

I dared not bear any more and opened my mouth.

"Nightmares will end! "

Soldiers shout.

And at that moment, the undead, who came running squeaking, began to climb the wall.

I jumped up to the end of the wall.

I saw the undead crawling through the walls, wagging their eyes and chins.

At the end of the sword, the flame of soul is tangled over the Aurora Blade.

This is purification, not destruction.

The undead, who climbed the wall, was engulfed in blue flames and melted as it was.

"Take rest from the dead! "

"The Evil Ghost is a gangster! "

The rangers and knights shout and draw their swords.

There have been human battles with corpses climbing up the walls everywhere.

The honeymoon has already begun.

The only thing to burn was the men of Balahad, who had been frozen to sleep for hundreds of years, from a few months to a long time, and the evil spirits in them.

I drew my sword and ran along the edge of the wall.

I cut and slashed it as it stood. By touching it, many undead became ashes in the flames of purification that burned all over their bodies. But there were still so many bodies to burn.

Until yesterday, the night that felt so long only felt shorter today.

I measured the time.

I couldn't afford to. I had to end them tonight.

At dawn, the dead will leave the frozen corpse and return to the unreal evil spirit. And the nightmare will repeat itself.

"Vincent!"

"Yes, Your Majesty! "

"On the wall, please! "

Vincent looked back at what I said.

"There's nothing under the walls..."

After confirming that there were no undead through the gates, he opened his eyes to me more.

"No way..."

Vincent came running towards me.

"Oh, no! "

Either that or I threw myself under the wall.

The undead down there are waggling.

Those who find me reach out and stiff their teeth.

Abnormal long, sharp-grown nails pierce the sky like spears.

I drew the sword as I was going down.

Eeeeeeeeeeeee!

The undead, whose arms were cut off from their wrists, screamed and became ashes.

Jaw.

After landing in the snowfield, I looked over the wall.

"Your Majesty!"

A green shadow pops out behind Vincent looking for me like a scream.

The shadows, the swords, surrounded me as I stepped on the undead that was climbing over the wall.

I'll take the back.

Some trusted friends, nothing more to be reluctant about.

I jumped into the middle of the undead.

Cut, cut, cut again.

Burned, burned, burned again.

The undead, caught in a scattered blue flame, swirls with ash.

I fell into a mojo and swung between the undead.

Then I met them.

A group of rational undead, clearly distinguished from the undead running blindly towards the wall.

The moment I saw them, I solidified.

They were the knights of the Corps who lost their lives like a rooster the day before with Warlord.

But it was just a shell, so their true identity was the most powerful undead, the Death Knight, who came back from the dead.

It's not just Death Night.

I've never heard of an outstanding knight like you in the faction of Guanglong-gun.

I climbed the mountain 400 years ago to slaughter a mineral dragon, murdered.

Good timing. A knight like you might know where the king is.

Royal Knights of the Kingdom.