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

The prince, who jumped down nicely, rolled the floor and drew a knife. The blood chokes from the waist of the Orc Warrior. Angry Orc Warrior stretches out his arms. But the prince was already not there, and was already running towards me.

It was a good hit, it was a good judgment.

If he had tried to stick the sword deep enough, he would have been caught by the evil hand of the Orc Warrior and become a blood loaf.

In Vincent's eyes, he saw the prince give and receive another Orc and a screening.

"Huh."

Vincent was surprised this time, too.

The oak's forearm turns dull with a peculiar knife that looks like it's open, and he snaps his neck.

I wanted to applaud the sight made of pure swordsmanship without Manado.

It was brilliant to stop the Orc Warrior's axe from flying into the Orc's body shortly after.

At that moment, the soldiers of the royal family flew arrows in unison. Then he twists his sword and shield and rolls down the slope.

Several Orcs stepped up and split between the prince and the infantrymen.

"I like the senses, but I don't have any practical experience. "

It's good to take care of an oak well, but that was a mistake. I caught an oak and stuck my head in the oak's branch.

Vincent with his tongue stared at Pilsen who was by his side.

Whiskey.

As Pilsen whistled, rangers and knights appeared on the slopes across the street and on both sides of the slope. It was the troops of the 3rd Army who had been secretly followed in preparation for the incident.

"When the signal drops, bind the Orcs with the Iron Brain and secure the prince's recruit. "

I didn't mean to intrude right now.

The Royal Infantry was fighting better than I thought, and the soldiers were better than I thought. I thought it was just a decorative knight, but I learned the sword properly.

He nods unwittingly and looks at the division of the prince's group, and suddenly the prince starts to jump.

"Tsk."

Vincent frowned. It was common for superheroes to be eaten by the madness of battle, and most of them died in that madness.

Ugh.

Vincent raises his arm. The rangers who were waiting lifted their brains. The knights pulled out their swords and tensioned themselves to jump into the battlefield at any time.

All you have to do is put your hands down.

Then I could end this nasty battle at any time.

But Vincent couldn't put his hands down.

"What do you fight so well? "

The prince was fighting remarkably well.

The Orc Warrior's forearm flies into the sky. Later, other Orcs intervened, but they all burst into the quadriceps.

I was half full of four oaks in a while.

"Captain."

Watching the prince's tribute with admiration for his elongation, Pilsen touched his shoulder and pointed to the northern foothills.

"Holy shit. "

Vincent raises his body with malice.

A group of oaks was approaching under the foothills. It was a real Orc battalion that put out the flag.

Sack, sack.

Vincent's hands are busy in the air. The rangers twist their iron brains together and shoot their flesh.

"Joe stays and needs more help than he can keep an eye on the situation. Intervene immediately, and the rest of the Orcs follow me! "

In Vincent's words, the knights and the rangers began running toward the slope in unison.

"Damn it. Why are the battalions here..."

There were occasional movements between the battalion and the battalion. It's rare for Orcs to join forces to hunt for bigger prey, but it wasn't.

But now that is not an exception.

An Orc battalion of at least one hundred men could not join forces with the churchmen to hunt only thirty less humans.

But what to do? The Orc battalion has already appeared, and they must be stopped.

Fifty Rangers in five platoons, and seven knights.

A hundred oak battalions.

"Whoops!"

From the beginning, I pulled the power by rotating the three rings. I saw ten Orc Warriors on the right side of the Geese.

"Knights are in charge of the Orc Warrior! Rangers, stop the Orcs! "

The rangers, who descended the slope under his command, quickly loaded their iron brains and grinded them back to the Orcs.

Fifty iron brains are pouring towards the Orcs.

Just before colliding with the Orc Warrior, Vincent finds the Prince with his eyes.

The prince's battle was at the last minute. Although there were a few Orcs left, they didn't seem to last that long.

"Khhhh!"

The roar of the Orcs tearing their ears, Vincent looks forward with a glance at the prince.

Now was not the time to care about the First Prince.

Seeing an orc warrior running around with a bang, Vincent puts a manatee on his sword.

* *

Infantries, including Hansdeck, were out of their minds.

Suddenly, the prince wants to jump halfway through the orcs, but the rangers who came down the slope suddenly pass by Urr.

"Shoot!"

The rangers pause, shoot the iron brain, and then start running again. Beyond that, a disgusting dark green army appeared.

A hundred seemingly endless orcs were running with flags and horn trumpets.

"Stand by while the power dusts!"

Arwen screams.

"Our mission is to protect the Prince! Leave the Orcs to the soldiers of the 3rd Army! "

With a sharp voice, the infantrymen became a dumb face.

I don't even know why they look like that, Arwen.

I watched the prince twist his sword and shed a cypher's gaze. The area is full of Orcs' corpses. The only Orcs left are amputated Orc Warriors and a few normal Orcs with tons of gibberish.

In the middle of it, the prince who flies here and there never seemed to need anyone's help.

Even then, my neck was cut off and my body became a corpse.

"Ha, ha. "

The prince breathed.

Cipherian glances continued to flow.

And the prince's bare face was revealed for the first time after the battle began.

"Your Majesty?"

The prince had an empty face as if his soul had escaped.

Surprised Arwen hurriedly approaches the prince. But before she even got to the front, she had to stop.

I saw the prince's eyes.

The empty eyes, beyond that, were groaning.

The moment he encounters that deep, deep emotion, Arwen gets distracted.

I had never imagined, nor did I want to imagine, such a terrible loss in the Prince's eyes.

"Ah..."

The prince opened his mouth. A split and sunken voice echoes in Arwen's head.

Buoooooooo.

Then I heard the horns of the Orcs.

The prince squeaks and turns his head. The blank eyes are filled with a new glare again.

Bang!

The prince grabs the sword and flicks the floor.

"Your Majesty!"

I grabbed him urgently, but the prince was already running ahead of me.

"Move to Dust Holder! Breaking news!"

After she cried out like that, Hansdeck took command and ran after the prince.

* *

I walked through the plain again.

He only stopped walking when he met the cursed green skins.

It didn't matter how many. When I saw it, I killed it, and when I heard it, I went and killed it.

I tore up the dark green mane and drank its blood. I asked you to make a mistake by chewing the flesh. And when the ship kicked in, I went back.

Not enough. Not enough to kill, not enough to kill.

His longing was not fulfilled in the middle of the barren land dominated by the Orcs.

I was always hungry when I chewed my flesh and drank my blood, and no matter how many victories I won, I didn't feel fulfilled.

Falsehood and loss were like a poisonous hole.

I knew it wouldn't be filled, but I bled into it. But the poison in the hole was quickly emptied.

He went around the barren land looking for blood again.

Over time, the wounds on the body increased.

Skin was torn, bones were broken. It was no longer easy to move forward.

But he didn't stop.

The wedding ceremony for murdered wives and daughters without a single slaughter was a start.

I fought and fought again.

The Mana of the Heart has long been depleted. But his sword was still full of light.

The force that confronted him with life was holding him back.

Every time he fights, he gets old. The sheer hair was white, and the tightened skin, which would have been bloody, had already changed like that of the old man.

Flattering forearm, crunchy body.

He squeaks forward.

Then I met another group of green skins.

"Ahhh..."

His mouth was open for the first time since he entered barren land.

It was just groaning rather than language, and it was like a blur rather than words.

The crest inscribed on the flag seems to be the enemy he was looking for.

He cried like a beast so wounded, like an angry beast.

He looked at my arm. The flattering forearm was already wrinkled and stretched like that of a 100-year-old. I grabbed the sword with that hand. And I ran.

I cut off the head of the first running green skin. After that, the man slashes his throat. I heard the sword again.

An extraordinarily large green skin shoots down a rusty axe. Instead of avoiding, he puts out his sword face to face. I was about to cut it with an axe as always.

But since he had lost his black light one day, he was now only a 100-year-old.

And the attack on the green skin was too intense for the old man to be hit.

The arm is broken and the sword bounces off. A huge battle axe slices through your chest.

The chapped skin did not even blossom.

He got up again.

I could not feel the broken chest, the rattling arms, and the pain. His soul was already dead when his wife died. I've already lost my life, but I couldn't have suffered from a slight arm injury and a slight chest injury.

"Krr"

Green skin stretches out his fingers and pushes his chest.

Bulgdung.

He stumbles backwards.

"Ugh..."

I tried my best to get back on my feet. Green skin, who was watching him, stepped on his chest.

Wojk.

Chest collapsed with a broken sternum.

He reached out. I stammered at Green Skin's feet.

At that moment, his fingertips disappeared as if erased. Skin scattered like dust, bones scattered. The extinction that began at the fingertips quickly spread throughout the body.

His lips fluttered.

But even before the bargain ended, the doom of extinction swallowed him up.

That way, the man who burned my life for revenge disappeared unnamed in the plains.

A story that was not told to anyone, and no one knew.

I'm the only one who remembers all that.

* *

Ah...

I felt something clumsy under my feet. With a squeaking head, the body of a bloody oak lies beneath me.

An orc twists its face like a demon and mutters. I swallowed my blood and scratched my chin.

The Orc's hand grabbed my foot.

"......!"

The oak growls as it gives out the cucumber.

(chuckles)

At that moment, wherever it flew, the sword cut Orc's throat.

Degur.

The headache rolls. Blood spills. A hot liquid sprayed up there. I turned the red blood upside down completely.

Drawstring.

I was astonished by that hot touch.

"Die!"

"Argh!"

Suddenly, the world became chaotic, where nothing could be heard.

The sound of rolling, the sound of hitting the iron, and the screams of the terminal.

The blurred consciousness awakened in a single breath.

Then I realized I was in the middle of the battlefield.

As soon as I realized that, I was able to see incredibly objectively the feelings of a poor man who had completely captured my consciousness until a little while ago.

"Ah..."

And I found out naturally. What I need to do now.

[Revenge Poetry] was an unfinished song, and I had to finish it.

There was an elite Green Skin battalion that the man was trying to destroy. Even though the times and the emblems on the flag were all different, it didn't matter.

I fixed the sword.

Then he sang the poem again.

At that moment my soul synchronized with the karma of poetry again.

The blood splattered and the flesh flew.

I stir all over the place like crazy.

"Sire! Sire! "

A clear, high-pitched voice that was heavy, sharp, or unlike any sound coming from around me dug into my ear.

It was Arwen.

I looked around at her voice.

The Orcs were all dead. There was only one Orc Warrior left under my feet.

"Argh!"

The Orc Warrior tries to raise his body against the Valbuck. But I was faster than that.

Puwook.

Earth pierces his heart. The body of the wanderer stretches as it is.

That's how the last Orc became an orphan in my hands.

A new passage has been added to [Multiple Poems].

I heard a message as if I had waited. Then I heard a faint song.

"A green corpse was piled up and a red nail appeared beneath it.

"And honour thy soul before me.

The yellow-bellied horse became a silent and outrageous whisper.

"The poem of vengeance has become a poem of soul."

"Ah..."

At that moment, I remembered the name of the man I had forgotten on the other side of my memory.

I turn my head. I see a man with a bloody armor all over his body raising the flag of the broken and torn Orcs.

"We won!"

The eldest son of the Balahad family, a man of the same name as the poor revenge, proclaimed victory as roaring.

How cunning.

I smashed my lips.

The last thing a man couldn't finish.

Among the humans who shout victory, I repeat the words several times.

Be sure to come back in the next life.