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

Before accepting Turka's offer, Vincent was summoned to explain the situation. No matter who said it, the winter settlement was the land of the Balahard family, and I couldn't handle it alone.

"What can Dwarves do in a yard where Orcs are neighbors? "

Vincent delegated his authority to me, saying that if he had thought of anything, he would proceed at will.

"I'll take the rent. "

I promised I would repay you for your full trust. I was ready to leave the fort immediately.

"Jorden. It's a mission. "

"Suddenly? "

Ranger Jorden, who was enjoying the usual rest given to a Ranger on a long-range patrol or equivalent mission, hated it.

"All the others are left, why me..."

The troublemaker told the Ranger in a loud voice.

"You ran off in the middle. You have to make up for it, right?"

He took the shape of a cup with his hand, and Jordanian face turned into a chewy face.

"No, who the hell escaped..."

"So what if he didn't run away? "

Jordanian frowns at Warak as he mouthes.

There's a reason why I can't talk.

I looked at him and laughed.

"Then we know that this mission is run by 17 platoons. "

"Shuffle."

I can't tell you what his pride is, even if he dies soon, and Jordan only makes a sound of suffering.

"Tomorrow's departure is Moreda. "

Then Jorden went back and met Turka again and gave her a schedule.

"It's nice to be cool with work. "

Until a few days ago, Turka, who was only a Sultan, was as motivated as when.

Shortly before departure, he gathered with the Rangers to schedule and route the map out of his arms and said:

"I'm going to look over here. "

A chunky finger somewhere on a map full of unknown symbols. That's how the group's destination was set.

The next day, the brightness of the day dreadfully preceded the Jordan and the Rangers to the fort.

"I intend to move along the cliff. "

After leaving the fort, he climbed a cliff against the winter and headed west.

I kept a certain distance from the cliff in case there were snow, ice, or stones piled up there.

Though the blizzard blew once in the middle, Jordan noticed the climate change in advance and guided him to a cave somewhere on the cliff to avoid encountering the blizzard in the middle of the snowfield.

"Jorden, too. "

"When I get back, I have to give you a real ten-day vacation. "

After most of the ancient rangers were killed, the best ranger in winter was Jordan. It was rewarding to use the resting force.

As the day unfolded, he left the cave again and headed west.

After about a week's walk, I was able to reach the northwest end of the road that Turca pointed to on the map.

"We're all here. "

Turka shakes her head as she looks around Jorden.

"I don't feel any energy here. "

Turka asked to go a little further west.

"Just a little further, it's the frontier of the kingdom. "

Jorden looked at me and asked me if I would go any further.

"Let's go until we go. "

Jorden and the Rangers led the way with a trembling face as my permission fell.

The dwarves followed and stood still from time to time, digging through the ground, holding their ears or snorting.

"The West. "

Jorden sees me again in the words of Turka, who seems to have grasped something.

"Just one more day out of here is really out of the kingdom. "

"What's beyond that? "

"I don't know."

Jordan answered with a firm face and added a word.

"None of the rangers crossed the border. "

"Let's get to the bottom of it. "

"If you find it dangerous, I will force you to take it. "

Many playful and cheerful rangers were determined without words before.

I walked the day again.

The rangers who went out earlier stopped walking and looked back at me as if they had made a promise.

They saw a flag torn halfway over their shoulders and a butterfly blooming obliquely in the snowfield. Beyond that, there was a whitewashed boreal forest.

"That's it."

I'm impressed by what the Rangers have to say, and Turka and Surka suddenly move forward in a row.

"Do you feel it?"

"Very well. "

The dwarves who stopped walking right in front of the butterfly flag gave and received unknown words.

Then I took the shovel out of my backpack and started digging my eyes before I even buried it.

It was like I was possessed by something.

After years of snow, the bare ground was finally revealed.

Turka pushed her head upside down in the pit and remained there for a while.

"I don't know what the hell you're doing. "

Jorden, who was guarding beyond the flag, took out his bow and his iron brains one day, complained. I wanted to get out of my seat a little sooner, but I was annoyed by the dwarves' unknown behavior.

Stupid.

At that moment, Turka rolls her foot in the air like a seizure.

"Grunts!"

Surka grabs the short legs of my clan and pulls them out.

Burning face, bloody eyes, beard and face, covered in snow and dirt.

The face of the old dwarf who had just been stuck upside down in the snow was completely full.

Turka smiled brightly in the middle of the mess.

"Found it!"

"The record was right! "

The two dwarves began to dance with their hands facing each other.

"Let's hear how things work. "

Only after listening to me did Turka leave the hand of my people and look back at me. It was still a face full of cheer and excitement.

"The record was right! There's a huge amount of incarnation buried right down here! It's not five hundred years, it's a thousand years!"

Turka said in a dazzling tone.

"This is the place I was looking for! "

"Not in the dungeon. "

He told Turka that he could hardly see the miracle of sinking.

"What does that mean all of a sudden? "

"What do you mean? We have to renegotiate the terms. "

Turka opened her mouth with a purple hue.

"Now come and see what it means..."

"I said I was renting a mocking land. "

I looked over there.

There were bright eyes in the deep darkness of the Sashimi White Forest.

Transparent eyes with no intention of killing, and therefore even more terrifying eyes.

I knew those who had such eyes.

"I didn't say it would stop the conflict with the elves. "

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Scaredly speaking, the elves appear as if they were ghosts.

And there was an elf, a madman, a thousand years old.

"I'm not here to greet the bride. "

With a white smile, Elder High Elf Sigrun's gaze touches me and faces the dwarves.

After the dwarves, who were too excited, realized their carelessness, their faces hardened.

"I don't know what that gift is. "

Sigrun smiles brightly as if he had received a big gift.

But the smile was not only disgraceful to the beast who invaded the realm, but there was no truly pleasant mood anywhere.

She looked at me again. Her eyes were asking me for an explanation.

False compassion and favouritism were no longer seen.

I sighed in my cold eyes.

In the first place, I knew there was a forest of elves living in the northwestern part of the kingdom. I just didn't know that the forest had expanded here in the last 400 years and was adjacent to the boundaries of the kingdom.

Sigrun disappeared while I was locked in my mind.

Bang!

At that moment, a loud sound burst out.

I turned my head along the sound.

There was a sigrun who pulled out the sword in front of him who put out the axe like a shield.

"Too bad. I was going to cut off one arm. "

"Ye are a wicked people now and then. "

Turka spits and fixes the axe.

Everywhere in the world, there was no color atrophied by an elf like a thousand years old monster.

It was natural.

Prima Meister wasn't a kneeling elf either.

But the situation was not good.

A dwarf who was prepared for the Great Depression could not be touched by the elves, but in such a sudden situation, he was forced to be relatively inferior.

There are only two dwarves there, even the Elder High Elves, who have been watchmen for thousands of years.

Maybe if you leave it as it is, the dwarves of the Dozens will be killed by the Elves.

That wasn't what I wanted.

The vigor of the rising elves and dwarves stirs the rangers.

Their souls, trained during the Warlord and Djabbing, were surprisingly resisting the forces of two transcendental beings, perhaps just the tip of the iceberg.

I laughed, and the look was so great.

At the same time, I was freed from the wrath of my body.

"Shoot."

At the same time as my orders, the protests and the stalemate that the Rangers were grabbing were released.

(chuckles)

Sigrun and Turka swing their swords and axes. Their eyes burst with a cypher's glance.

They're trying to blow their anger at the Rangers.

Fresh!

A flash flows between the dwarf and the elf.

Jubbuck, Jubbuck.

I walked across one of them. I plucked the earth that was blooming in the snow, flipped it, and plucked out my eyes.

"You're both forgetting. "

And he looked at them and reminded them of what they had forgotten.

"This is neither the land of the Elves nor the land of the Dwarves. "

They saw me flawlessly.

"This is my kingdom. "

Seeing them like that, I declared.

The [Poem of the Lost King] echoes in your head.

Not one of the high places, the majestic thrones.

There is nothing that I cannot sit on.

My land after defeating the Dark Green War Monarch.

The uprising of the chancellor who overturned the king and occupied it was a testament and a right to prove to me that the ownership of this land rests with me.

"Back off."

I commanded them with turbulence and salt.

Chuck.

It was Sigrun who collected the sword first.

She looked at me with a very satisfied face. It seemed like it saw the luscious fruit ripening on the asphalt tree, but there was no rebounding color.

Then Turka withdrew.

I didn't collect the axe completely, but I didn't see anything more like running right now.

That's how I took the Elder High Elves and Prima Mystery off, and I said I still didn't win.

"Do not wander in my kingdom. "

The elf laughs and the dwarf coughs.

* *

I barely avoided the situation of fighting knives and axes, but that did not mean that the atmosphere was quickly changed with enthusiasm.

Sigrun was a madman who didn't know when to draw the sword, and Turka was also a stubborn man who would never get hurt if there was a fight.

Intervening with them like that was never easy.

But that did not make it impossible.

They were forced to listen to me as long as Sigrun had no intention of hostile action against me right now, and as long as Turka did not intend to take the kingdom's land by force.

"That's the land of the elves. "

I pointed my finger at a forest full of trees.

"From here, the land of the kingdom. "

I pointed my finger down at the boundary of the kingdom and pointed it under my feet.

"Below this land is the land of dwarves. "

I declare, looking at Elder High Elves and Prima Maister looking at me.

"From today on, this is the border of three countries. "