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

Vincent and the commanders, who saw an oak-shaped statue I lifted like a toy, were frightened and opposed.

He said if things go wrong, there could be trouble even for the Rangers. He would rather call a Black Spear Soldier waiting at the Garrison and deal with the Orcs.

"An outsider?"

I ignored them and looked at the outsider.

"The oaks in the Blade Mountains are different from the normal oaks. The most formidable of the dogs are able to deal with the Soldiers of Heat alone. "

I did not answer. I just looked at the outsider with a face that was still there.

"Vincent, report the magnitude and power of the oak identified. "

Vincent stares at me with an uncompromising glance and straightens the power of the Orcs.

"To date, the presence of Orc Warriors or Orc Shamans has not been confirmed for up to 20 years, but we cannot make any assertion that there will be none. "

"I see."

The outsider, who said a word, stared at me.

"Are you still confident? "

"Father!"

"Sir Commander! "

After a while, the commanders of the Winter Castle, including the outsider Vincent, who opened his mouth, shouted like a scream.

"None of the Orc Warriors, Orc Shamans, or both are worthy! Worst case scenario, you might have to deal with both! "

"I will summon the Black Spear Soldier! They will be able to deal with even twenty Orc Warriors! "

The commanders said loudly.

"If the exits are blocked, the Rangers may not be able to get back on time! No, you may not be able to start the operation itself! "

I am listening to those who have already predicted my failure, so I have a laugh.

"About three guides? "

In my words, Vincent stands up and shouts, and the outsider first raises his hand and stops him.

"What else do you need? "

"I need to change my kids' gear. The equipment looks good on the kids, but it's a mess. Just about the same as the soldiers of the castle. Oh, if you have a crossbow, lend it to me."

"It's not a difficult request. "

The brains of the Winter Castle opened their mouths and looked at me and the outsider alternately.

When I saw myself, I looked like I was looking for a place to die, and when I saw an outsider, I became confused by a decision I could not understand.

"Sir Commander, no, Father! "

Vincent stood up and asked for stock.

If the operation fails, the rangers have to pay, and if there is a problem with my security, it is perfectly logical to increase the number of political and all kinds of cases that Ballerhardga will face.

Hey, you grew up smart.

If it wasn't for me, I would have let you clap.

"I trust you. "

There was groaning and sighing all over the place.

I smiled with a satisfactory face.

Yes. This is why it's rewarding to leave the royal palace.

* *

"Coming."

The royal soldiers are blinded by my nonsense.

"That's what you're talking about. "

"Didn't you hear? Let's go."

Hansdeck, an officer of thirty infantrymen sent by the royal family, came before me and asked for an explanation.

"You have been tasked with defeating the Orcs. The number of enemies is twenty. There may or may not be any Orc Warriors or Shamans. "

"Your Majesty, we have the 3rd Battalion. How can we... Our mission is to escort you. "

"Yeah? That's great. You'll have to follow me if you want to protect me anyway. "

Hansdeck dreamed of his eyes.

I couldn't help but notice why he was a prince with a healthy Third Army.

"All right. I'll be in touch with you in the 3rd Regiment today. Then follow me, pick up the gear, come to me and report. Of course, when you come, wear power equipment and be sure to come. "

I know Hansdeck and the soldiers who answer reluctantly.

I wanted to send it all back because I felt like it, but I couldn't.

Because those idiots were the only troops I was given right now.

It was true that my soldiers, Miuna Gouna, who had been appointed to me by the King, raised me usefully as a handyman.

Still, he wasn't in bad shape.

Even though they looked pretty hot in the blizzard, they were elites chosen by the royal family.

As a professional soldier, he was never short of supplies.

For example, Hansdeck was the owner of the class C swordsmanship aptitude and possessed the following characteristics: [Equation], [Aquatic] and [Infantry Dust].

Acquired by grinding and wiping the technique to obtain characteristics specific to the group.

Hansdeck was also familiar with archery and many other skill sets. Most of the others were similar to Hansdeck.

They were the ones who could be called full-time professionals.

Except for one.

I saw the soldier in the back.

He lost my shoulder in the blizzard. Only he didn't have any of the other soldiers' attributes. Instead, it was characterized by [probation] and [disguise].

Precision, or espionage.

He must be the watchman the King gave me.

[Joseph]

I woke up with his name in my eyes.

* *

I discarded the Royal Infantry's unique chain armor and saw Hansdeck and soldiers armed with leather armor. They were surrounded by unidentified furs and capes, armed with swords, small shields and daggers, resembling the infantry of the Third Army.

I turned them over to the instructor of the 3rd Battalion. Arwen was also with me.

In the weeks leading up to his departure, he was asked to familiarize himself with the doctrine of battle with the Orcs, mountain marches, and more.

Of course, I didn't expect them to be the same level as the Rangers in the Third Army in that short time. It was just enough not to fall.

You'll learn the shortage in action anyway.

Turning his head, Adelia looked at me. I saw a face full of anxiety, and the character of [Deep Sleep] activated again.

"Tsk."

I sliced her frightened head.

"It's not you, don't worry. "

Adelia was excluded from the mission. Her landscape was already looking at SodExpert, but its characteristics were a problem.

Mostly, the killing of monsters is much more peaceful than that of humans.

Assuming Adelia has a high chance of responding to Orc's murder.

I didn't know which of the [Butcher] and [War Craze] traits to bloom first, but whatever blooms first wasn't that sweet at the moment. She was not yet psychic enough to distinguish the piano with her character open.

Even if you are lucky enough to endure murder, your eyes will return to the smell of blood as soon as the first casualty occurs.

It was also a problem for the allies to get caught, and it was also a problem for her to jump into the mountains. If I was wrong, if I lost a genius with S-grade talent from the mountain, it would be the limit of a thousand.

"Nicholo?"

"Markiadec went out with the commander of the 3rd Army in the morning. "

Tsk. He wrote a book and went to collect data. He followed me unavoidably, saying it would be helpful, and he really hated the old man who couldn't even see his nose.

"Your Majesty."

Arwen and the soldiers are following the instructors of the 3rd Army, and Vincent is here.

"Uh, why? "

From the moment I first saw him, I saw him not indulging in me, so my voice became blurry.

"Aren't you with me? "

Soldiers are hitting, and why are you playing here? Vincent seemed to ask.

"I don't have to. "

I got bored on the mountain when I went to catch a mineral dragon. Of course I shouldn't have walked on my feet.

Vincent looked pathetic in my words.

Of course I ignored it neatly.

After that, Vincent often came to me. I didn't think I had anything to say, and I just came to spy on me.

And every time he came, he turned to his face, saying that he was suffering from ringing pains.

He seems to be wandering around without me.

Of course it was not true.

As the graceful swan above the surface was rolling its feet fiercely below the surface, so did I.

I was in the middle of an extremely high-spirited battle right now.

So that the sword I erect in my heart is not short enough to cut off the Orcs.

* *

A short week of training also ended, and it was the day before the departure.

"What, you're the guide? "

Vincent and four of his men came together to inspect the operation and said they would join them.

"You have no idea, but if this operation fails, there will be more disruption than you think. "

"Don't fail. "

"You think too easily. "

I saw Vincent whining. The status window was not visible. A sea that I checked several times just after arriving at the castle.

That meant that Vincent was the Knight of the Minimum Triple Chain.

I saw those who stood behind Vincent.

There are three guides I asked for, and there are five in total, including Vincent.

I looked at them. They looked just as shabby as the Rangers in the 3rd Army, but I knew they weren't regular Rangers.

One didn't look like Vincent, and the other was stuck to the status window, so there was a double chain feature. Only one was a real ranger.

Two double-chains, two presumed triple-chains, and one ranger.

This means they will defeat me and take care of the Orcs.

I pretended not to know. I didn't have to dry up because I had insurance for the risks.

The meeting, which had nothing to do with skepticism, ended up confirming the route of travel and its simple role. Vincent and the party went back, and all that was left was Arwen and my soldiers.

"Well..."

Hansdeck's expression was not good. Other soldiers' expressions were similar.

I noticed that I was quite nervous before the battle with the fierce monsters.

I didn't comfort them. The first action, no matter what anyone said, could not remove their fundamental horrors with a few frightening words.

I asked them to go back and rest.

* *

Hansdeck and the soldiers met again the next day. I must have fallen asleep even when I saw Chuck.

"Tsk."

This was why I wanted to climb the mountain properly.

"I wish you luck. "

I went out to the castle with the outsider's words that I don't know what he was saying to me or what he was saying to Vincent.

"Be sure to come back safely. The tap."

Adelia, who followed me all the way to the gate and prayed for the return of the Blader, is now invisible. We were once standing on a white snowfield.

"You need to walk with the best of your fitness. "

The ranger who wears snowflakes looks back at us.

Arwen, Hansdeck, and the soldiers nodded with a choppy face.

A ranger named Pilsen was indeed capable enough to be chosen as a guide.

He really quickly led us to the mouth of the mountain range. I walked the day and walked half the day again. Going that way, we arrived at the mouth of the mountain range one day.

Gulp.

I heard someone swallowing my spit.

I turned my head and saw the face of the hardened. I didn't know who swallowed the needle. They were all frozen with too much tension.

I snuck out longer than I expected them to.

"If you get nervous, your hands and feet will harden and your days will be dull. "

Vincent sneaks in and gives me advice.

"So please calm down. "

It was an unthinkable advice from the Alto Party.

I wasn't a little nervous.

Rather, I felt better now than ever. I thought I'd have a nostril if I didn't stand it.

The energy of the monsters in the mountains is driving me crazy.

I pressed and held my heart and jagged Ranger Pilsen. After a brief look at the sequence, Pilsen began to move forward.

Knng, knng.

I snore. A faint stench digs my nose.

Dirty, disgusting, yet simultaneously gripping and delightful.

It was a distinctive Orc fragrance.

I picked Earth. Arwen draws a sword after me. Hansdeck and the soldiers took out the iron and the bow without even knowing the English language.

The Ranger, who was looking down at the equator in front of him, did us a favor.

He kills the footsteps and looks down by the ranger.

The ones with their heads stuck in the carcasses of a giant reindeer.

The mercenaries who pushed it away,

The ones who hold the ends of the red intestines,

Those who pick up the flesh of the reindeer that fell to the ground.

The Orcs, who had just finished the hunt below, were having an argument.

Tuck.

Vincent hit my shoulder. He asked what to do with snowflakes and mouthpieces.

I raised my hand quietly instead of answering him.

He who receives the iron strikes the iron, and he who holds the bow strikes his bow.

Side-by-side.

Different noises leaked out. At that moment, the Orcs' quarrel stopped like a lie.

Krr.

The orcs roar around with a turtle. One of the dogs shook his head toward the equinox.

Buried with red blood on his chin, he shoots this side with his eyes as red as that blood.

Qualitatively different from a normal oak.

It was an Orc Warrior.

The Orc Warrior stares at me. If you're a dizzy human being, you'll lose your mind just like you did.

I laughed.

Hey, long time no see.

A spectacle explodes from the eyes of the Orc Warrior.

"Khhhhhhhh!"

The Orc Warrior roars.

"Shoot."

Thirty protests, which were pulled to the limit, were pinged and released.

I woke up listening to that sweet song.

I fixed Earth.

Ever since I entered the mountain range, my longing for oppression was released.

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