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

As knights use Mana, Orc Warriors use Qi.

For them, speculation was the power to make the day of the rusty axe sharper, and to make the flesh stronger.

The more battles you wage and the more enemies you slaughter, the stronger your speculation. Speculation was an absolute criterion for determining how outstanding an Orc is.

But sometimes there are mutations that are born with great speculation from the beginning. They were bigger than ordinary oaks, and even more fierce. And strong.

Due to the nature of the Orcs who hated powerful challengers, most of them were killed before they all grew up. However, there were rare survivors in the brokerage.

Whether it was luck or something else, it didn't matter. It was only important that surviving mutant oaks were special.

They were more sensitive to speculation and life than anyone, and even looked at its intangible energy with their eyes.

The Orcs called it the power of the vision.

And the power of this [Draft] was the reason they got the name Night Slayer.

The only thing the Night Slayers could see was silk speculation and life.

Mutant Orcs were able to see the Mana flowing in the knights' bodies, and the monsters were able to predict the end of the line that the knights had yet to make.

It was called a nightmare, but never an exaggeration.

"I can't believe an orc like that exists in this world. "

"I've fought countless Orcs before, but I've never heard of them. "

"An amendment, isn't it an excessively great ability for an Orc? "

Vincent and the commanders who heard my explanation expressed strong distrust.

I kicked my tongue and warned them.

"If your hands and feet get stuck before you even put out your sword, you'll be forced to believe it if you don't want to. "

After going through it anyway, I didn't intend to keep my mouth sore.

"But the problem now is not the knights. "

Moreover, the real problem was separate.

"The Night Slayer is a native commander. I don't know about tactics and strategies, but he knows how to defeat an enemy better than anyone else. "

It's visible to the Night Slayer.

Among the dense infantrymen, there was a weak military presence, and where the turbulent armies were headed, all in the eyes of the Night's Slayer. Find and dig for the weakest weapons. See where the sharpest weapon is headed and defend it with your eyes.

When you attack, you're as stubborn as a snake, and when you defend, you're rocky, so where's the better commander?

The problem was that it was not an ally, but an enemy.

"In the meantime, you've never said anything wrong, so this time you're telling the truth. "

In a word, the brains of the Winter Castle opened their eyes to the infinite trust of the outsider.

"But I can't help but check. "

I received a spear from a soldier next to me.

"That oak, of course. "

Strange waves spread as he frowned. At the same time, the forearm of the outsider swollen instantly.

"I wonder if the Night Slayer is worthy of its vast name. "

The outsider threw out a spear terribly before the horse was finished.

Fresh.

The black trajectory tore through the sky. The spear set by the knight of the quad chain who robbed Simma was a different power.

But it was futile.

From the moment the outsider grabbed the spear and stood on the wall, the Night Slayer was watching this side. One day, a sword bursts into the air as the red speculation rises.

Bang.

Along with the heat, the spear thrown by the outsider bounced.

The Night Slayer looks over here and tears his mouth open. It was a brutal and shabby laugh.

It's like a well-dressed dinner.

The Night Slayer reaches out. The oak next to you picks up the window that was rolling around the floor.

The Night Slayer closes the help briefly and flicks the window as it is.

The spear flew with tearing open ears.

Jaw.

The outsider received the spear by hand.

"I don't know anything else, but I know you're a saint who can't live without Zigo. "

An outsider smiled at the speculation contained in the spear with his hands open.

The first time I saw a powerful enemy, I was curious.

As I looked at him, a smile came out without my knowledge.

Now it tastes a little sodmaster.

It felt like something new came to mind.

"Ian."

An outsider who was fighting with the Night Slayer for a while looked at me.

"If I'm not mistaken, you seem to know how to deal with that Night Slayer."

In the words of the outsider, Vincent and the brains of the winter castle opened their eyes.

"I don't know why you think that. "

The outsider bursts into laughter as I chirp.

"I want to see your face. "

"My face?"

I touch my face. The silhouette is my mouth and my wrinkles are my facial muscles.

"Don't you have the face of a knight who was sworn to be a swordsman? "

I want to see how sharp the new autopsy is. The sad face, the outsider, seems to have accepted my face.

I did not deny it.

The outsider's words were true.

An enemy named Warlord, and a winter air in front of an unworthy enemy named Night Slayer.

It felt like going back a long time ago.

If there is a difference, I am not a sword in the sword, but a human being.

So I had more fun.

This flesh and foreboding that touches my skin was making me run away. I felt anxious to use my knowledge, my experience, my power, all of them as this body.

"Mmm."

The faces of those who were looking at me were shattered. I guess I was being too blatant.

I hid my face late. Humming, coughing, and muttering his voice, he opened his mouth.

"All his judgments follow only [Draft] 's merits. "

The Knight Slayer's command was efficient, but there were inherent weaknesses. It was the fact that I was forced to rely too much on what was immediately visible.

Even though what is visible is close to its essence.

"But isn't it just the way the world works? "

In the end, all the Night Slayer could see was an extremely small part of its essence.

"Besides, no matter how patient he is, he's an oak after all. And there is no virtue in giving the Orcs the most delicious delicacies." And there will be no more delicacy than victory for the Knight Slayer, who was given the glory of the vanguard by Warlord.

"Let's have a proper meal."

All we had to do was set the plates so that he could return from the crafty commander to the beastly oak, stimulating his innate appetite.

"Don't let the broken one out without sitting at the table. "

* *

"No! It's too dangerous! "

My ambitious plan has hit the ground from the start.

"I told you, I can see it all. Not through clumsy eye tricks. "

"No matter how much, there are other suitors, and you don't have to be a bait. "

Despite Vincent's repeated objections, I have stressed how many times and how great a decoy I am.

"No Rangers and Knights of Winter Castle. You guys don't look so good in the eyes of the Night's Slayer, you don't look so good. "

With countless hands-on experiences, the Knights of Winter Castle and the Rangers were different from each other. I could not deceive the eyes of the Night Slayer, no matter how many times I spent it, because the energy of grass is the same.

"If you leave it to the recruits and the superknights, they'll just break through without a bird. Look, me and my kids are perfect. "

Royal infantry were only a few rangers, but had little practical experience. The training was good, but the military was just a recruit, so it was perfect for catching the Night Slayer.

"Then we can find the right knight and deploy him with the Royal Infantry. "

"What are you talking about? Why do you leave my soldiers to someone else? "

As the attack approaches, Vincent and the Winter Castle Cerebrae are constantly searching.

"Think cold. Who are you going to put in place for me? Two hoops? One or two Orc Warriors are just going to lose their minds because of the sickness. Do you want to increase the number? So this operation becomes meaningless in the first place? "

Vincent shuts his mouth as if I were shooting at him.

"In fact, I still don't understand why I have to do this. Without just using these dangerous methods, winter can stop them. "

Vincent wasn't wrong.

This fortress, which has endured so many winters, will not fall, no matter how much the Night Slayer is the enemy.

But it will do quite a lot of damage. And you will meet your enemy's stronghold in such a way.

That should never have been avoided.

The real enemy was not the Night Slayer, but a powerful creature called Warlord.

"If we don't finish the battle as soon as possible, the Winter Castle will collapse in the next battle. "

Vincent and the commanders' faces became harsh. My words touched their pride.

But I couldn't wait any longer.

Last night, after revealing my existence for the first time, Warlord never hid my existence. It was as if he were proclaiming himself the king of this generation.

And that enormous presence was getting closer to winter even at this moment.

It was a laid-back move, but there wasn't much time left for them to settle down in winter.

"An outsider."

I couldn't help but ask for help from the outsider.

"I don't have time, so this time I will do as Ian says. "

The outsider did not even turn his head, holding his gaze beyond the mountain range.

It was only now that I began to feel the presence of the Warlord.

Thank goodness. Now that I feel it, it wasn't in vain to give you a hint.

"I don't know when that Night Slayer is going up against the wall. If it is too late, you may have to fight for days and nights. "

The outsider looked at me late and said,

Can you stand it? I asked the outsider's gaze.

I looked around for a moment. Arwen was looking at me with a nervous face. And next to him, there was a maid whose face was, "Where am I?"

I had never been able to control it before, but now it is my secret weapon that I have been able to control in the midst of an extraordinary uprising, I said, looking at the postmortem progeny.

"I will kill all the uprising. "

In my words, the outsider pondered for a while. He looked at his weaknesses and wondered if he needed to use dangerous numbers.

But I didn't have time to think long before Warlord's presence felt beyond that.

"If you want to be dangerous, I will immediately cancel the operation and reinstate the troops. "

The outsider finally decided to follow my words.

"It's only a week. "

If the Night Slayer didn't step out on his own, he gave me a clue that he'd turn everything around in a week, but that didn't matter.

The Night Slayer must appear before then. I'll make it that way.

* *

Boooooo!

A horn sounded in the fortress. The Orcs are running black. The white snowfields were covered with dark green waves.

"Shoot!"

Rangers fired in unison. Orcs with hooks and ladders were the priority targets.

Ehhhh!

The Orcs fell with a scream. But not so many fallen Orcs. The Orcs hold their shields and prevent arrowhead baptism.

But they were so familiar with the crest engraved on the shield of the inhabitants.

The three overlapping shield patterns, they were symbols of the Ballerhard family. Perhaps those shields are one of the loot the Orcs have accumulated during dozens of winters.

Rangers who saw shields all over the place spit out insults.

I stood still against the wall and watched him.

The whole wall was full of protests. The rangers of the winter castle were baptizing arrows with the word "arrowhead".

The unshielded Orcs collapse.

However, the orcs surrounding the Winter Castle reached a water level of 4,000. Shooting some arrows didn't kill them all.

The Orcs, who had been approaching steadfastly in the rain of arrows, finally reached just below the wall.

(chuckles)

The first hook is attached to the wall.

That was the beginning. Hooks all over the walls, ladders erected. The crude galkory is cut by knights, and the ladder pushes the soldiers together.

Kung Kung!

Then Wolfriders appeared on the battlefield. Unlike the regular wolves, these giant wolves jumped up the crude ladder several times.

"Knights, stop the wolf riders from entering! "

A ring of knight-specific swords exploded throughout the wall as the outsider shouted.

The ship's torn wolf rider rolls under the wall and falls as it is. The rider is strangled and dies, and the oaks on the hull also scream and shout at the audience.

"Pour!"

At that time, the soldiers waiting poured boiling oil.

"Eeeeeeee!"

The Orcs scream in a yellow fire. The arrow that lit the touch flew.

Arrow.

The flames soar. A pile of rubble pours over it.

The Orcs died screaming.

Nevertheless, they were persistently climbing the wall.

I looked beside him.

"Push!"

"Hap!"

The royal infantrymen who were in charge of the western wall had a remarkable distribution. Unlike the Rangers, they were fighting over the notion of pushing and dropping the orcs rather than killing them, but given the height of the walls, the orcs so pushed were virtually dead.

Not as many of the rangers were elite royal infantrymen as in the collective war.

Arwen runs by him and scatters the sword like crazy.

It was the fish that met the water, and her face, which was flawlessly reminded, seemed excited.

But that too was only a moment.

No matter how my people die, the Orcs run endlessly. After a few hours of waiting, the Royal Infantry became exhausted, and the sound of Arwen's sword became incomparably weak.

I looked at the other walls more than they had been breathing to the end of the jaw.

In contrast, the Rangers and Knights of Winter Castle were facing the enemy as calmly as they were at first.

Differences in experience began to be evident.

I stood still and felt the armor of the broken landscape. The fear of growing slowly touched my skin.

And this fear must have come not only to me, but to the Night Slayer.

Ouch!

Then a giant wolf crawls up the wall.

I scream as I look at a deformed wolf running down the ladder like a ladder.

"From now on, it's real! "

I felt the speculation of the Orcs rising from afar.

"Arwen! Take care of the Wolf Riders! Never let them step against the wall! "

Arwen wraps her sword around her hardened face and runs out like a freak over a wall. Three wolves leap up against the wall as if they had been summoned beforehand. Her sword cuts her belly and her legs fall out of there.

It was only the beginning.

The Wolf Riders, who were pushing against the walls, rushed towards this place.

Nevertheless, the Night Slayer has yet to be revealed.

I'm sure this side is waiting for a little more tear.

I didn't want to see him wait for the food to ripen.

"Hap!"

I fixed Earth and took a breath. The sword has a blue flame.

The flame of the soul that burns the oaks and comforts the soul, I set my sword against the wall as I could see.

Goooo.

As if responding to that flame, a great energy arose from afar.

Night Slayer.

He finally jumped into the battlefield because he couldn't stand the breach.

Kudang Bath.

Orcs fly through the air beneath the walls. A huge oak rushes in there with its eyes fluttering.

As if he was afraid of snatching a delicious prey from someone else, he was running straight for me.

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