I Became the First Prince

Are you my opponent?

The chief oak asked.

Why? Don't you like it?

The Boss Orc rips his mouth open.

Your Qi is the foremost among them, so there is no shortage of opponents.

The weather the Orcs are talking about and the horrors the old knights were talking about were nothing else. The Chief Orc is pleased to say that there are not many like me in his clan.

It was foolish. The first opponent to admit me without any prejudice is Okra.

I will be the one who eats the most delicious food here today, starting with the rare tastes of your flesh and blood.

Even if that recognition is due to the uncivilized belief that tearing the flesh of a more extraordinary person and drinking blood will increase my anger.

Kung.

The chief oak pours down his armor to the ground. And I lifted up the axe spear that was beside him.

The long window, less than two meters long, seemed like a whirlpool. That's how overwhelming the giant Orc was.

“Your Majesty! He's a coward to you...”

Vincent pulls back with a loud voice and a whiff of wind.

Quajic.

A huge battle axe blossomed in his place a little while ago.

“Orcs hate being ignored. ”

I told him with a hard look at Vincent.

“Oh, and. ”

This time, he looked at Arwen and other articles and said:

“Orcs don't fight in order like knights. I mean.”

I fixed Earth. I look forward. More massive oaks than any of the oaks here are breathing roughly with their noses bent.

“Survive on your own."

The roar of the Orcs bursts out all over the place, terribly before my words are finished.

Gwwwwwww.

The Chief Orc shook his head.

A roaring oak stares at me for a long time. Yellow eyes were filled with red blood.

The chief oak licks his lips with his tongue.

I can see the face of the great Orc, who looks like he has some delicious food in front of him. I smiled as I looked at the red eyeballs that were bundled with primitive appetite.

If the Orcs want to achieve higher meteorology with the blood and flesh of an extraordinary man,

I am also the one who raises anger with their blood and flesh.

“Then let's see who tastes better. ”

I felt sorry for my taste buds, too.

I squeezed my lips small. My sorrowful fingers spilled out.

Songs for Orcs.

The power of [Poetry of Soul] is in me.

* *

The roar of monsters had the power to stiffen the body and break the foreground.

A dizzy soldier would drop a knife and spear in his hand just by listening to the roar, and it was not unusual for an ordinary man to mingle in that position.

The roar of monsters was so terrible.

However, none of Baleard's soldiers and rangers were able to harden their bodies or drop their barracks due to the roar of monsters.

They were already accustomed to the killing and malice contained in the roar of the monsters, who turned the roar into a scream.

The roar of monsters was nothing to them. They certainly thought so. It wasn't until the great Orcs roared.

Gwwwwwwww!

It felt like a sudden gust of wind was spreading and pushing his face. The rangers, who were holding their heads under the walls, shook their heads behind them.

"Huh? Huh? ”

They looked at each other with a puzzled face.

The face of the brave men who had fought so many Orcs with such a stiff face, pale complexion, and so much more.

“What the hell...”

The rangers swallow the dried saliva and look back down the wall.

The moment I saw a gigantic orc howling over my chin, my neck stiffened.

It's not a troll, it's just an oak, not an ogre. They've been fighting countless times, and they're just one of those dark green monsters they've killed.

But something was different.

The Orc had something to shrink his mind into.

I was as nauseous as I was when I went back to my freshman days to face monsters.

They squeeze their eyes and stare at the orc. But the more it did, the bigger the turtle went.

It was incomprehensible and inconclusive for the Rangers.

How could they have known?

This is the universal response that humans see when they face higher levels of existence.

“Here we go!”

One of the knights shouted.

Ooooooooooooooooooo.

At that moment, a clear sword burst out in succession.

As soon as I heard that powerful sound, the turtle that had settled in the minds of the Rangers disappeared. But only the unknown frizz still left them unsettled.

At that time, I heard the sound of one foot late.

Grrrrrrrgh.

Unlike the usual censorship, the lowly and heterogeneous censorship, the beauty that remained in the minds of the Rangers as soon as they heard the sound, vanished like a lie.

And there was a new feeling in it.

The hatred of the Orcs that has accumulated through the winter, few times and many dozens of times, has risen like a fire.

"Kill him!"

One of the rangers yells.

“Just kill them all! ”

That was the beginning.

“Goddamn Orc! Leave me alone!”

“Take the collar! Pull out your eyes!”

“Kill them all! ”

Soldiers on the wall begin to use musical instruments.

The air of the sunken castle ran up. At the end of the day, a winter castle flag was blown. The soldiers' armies soared to the ends of the sky in the wind.

Goooooooo.

And their grudges and hatred soared, and their aspirations, came down to the ground again.

It was then that the prince standing in the middle raised his sword.

* *

The chief oak lamented as he watched the day the power of the poem was lifted.

This is a humiliating force compared to the weather.

The Orcs truly regret the fact that I am a boy who has not yet grown up.

At least I'll tell you how to do it with the eyes that are blooming with appetite.

You sound funny and you fall asleep.

I died.

Seeing me like that, Orc said.

If you do, blame yourself for the misfortune you've encountered today.

Do your best. I will treat you with honor if the end is a humble defeat.

Orcs that ring their throats.

What can I do about this? I have no intention of treating you with honor.

He said he would hang the corpse in a flower window at the gate, and the crow and the worm would scorn the corpse, and the whole world would know the word of the loser.

The oak frowns on my words.

This is an outrageous gesture that doesn't suit the weather. I have to talk to you for a long time to get excited.

The muscular forearm swelled up. A low cry flows from the lowered Orc's mouth.

I will take your blood and flesh before all its excitement is gone.

The twirl, as if it were a quick run, looked at the orc and said that I was sorry for the burden.

That's a bit harsh. But I can't help it either.

The armies of winter castle were fluctuating on their backs.

I owe you a little.

I raised my sword high.

I borrowed power, so I need to listen to what they want.

The sword stabbed and cried. Hundreds of emotions tangled in the sword began to flow into my body on the day, on the handle, and again on my hands. grudge, hatred.

Hundreds of rangers smoked it.

No matter how you think.

The vengeful man who wandered the plains was just as astonishing as it was.

I think I did a really good job coming here.

The soldiers of Winter Castle put up with hatred and hunger.

My body has been less trembling. I've been sick as if my heart would be torn by the weight of an insurmountable carry-on.

But I had to carry the weight of the gear, so the scale of the tilting up and the salt had regained its horizontal position. Thank you for waiting.

A new red glare explodes from the oak's eyes.

Noble Green Skin.

I targeted Earth to such Orcs.

Sacrifice of Virtue.

At that moment, on the day of Earth, a blue flame rose.

* *

Vincent frowned.

Snowfields are vast, but the battlefield is narrow. It was useless to try to broaden the battlefield somehow. The Orcs have not left the vicinity of the Chief Orc strangely.

With such a narrow battlefield, a large body jumping in and out of the way, the knights were twisted and unable to use my skills.

By contrast, the Orcs had no recourse. The opponent is set, but he does not hesitate to swing axes and swords at others if he sees a gap.

There was no such difficulty.

I wasn't in my right mind.

I've tried to get bored with difficulties, but I've never been so dizzy.

The problem was the Orcs' East Line.

Fighting along their organically moving lines exposes them to natural hazards. The opponent rushes out of the snow as he dodges the axe on his back.

Blocks, avoids and counters. A familiar backplate appeared before my eyes.

It was an allied knight's back.

I don't know how many times I've missed such a decisive opportunity.

It was insane and delirious.

I've never heard of Orcs fighting like this. I've fought them countless times, but I've always been an ally to the enemy, not the Orcs.

“Motherfuckers! ”

I spit out my swearing sword, and suddenly I felt a strange sensation.

“Hap!"

I loaded the mana and kicked the oak's boat. Along with a tumultuous sound, the struck oak strikes back and forth.

It's a filthy solid body. I can't believe you stepped back even though you kicked Mana.

I filled my tongue.

But what was important now was not the Orc's solid body.

I turned my head.

I rolled my eyeballs along the strange sensation I felt behind my back.

There was a prince who grabbed a sword with a blue flame.

Khhhhhhhh.

A huge oak howls over the Eudi. A bloody red light spills from the oak's axe.

Bang!

The spear and sword collided.

A blazing blue flame and an abundant red rush hit the air.

Bang!

Whenever the heat explodes, the blue light scatters everywhere.

Bang!

Every time a sharp wave sweeps everywhere, a red energy rises.

The blue fire was cut off. The red energy evaporates in the heat.

Vincent and the other knights, who had never heard of him before or seen him before, were distracted.

The Orcs were that strong.

An orcrani that spills tangible red speculation. Even the Orc Warriors, who were ravaged by the Spell of the Shaman, were not that strong.

But more surprisingly,

He was the first prince to drive such an orc.

The Orc's axe spear is worn from the tip. The shaved and defeated axe blade ended, shattered with a sound.

At that moment, the prince's sword crawled on a broken spear. And finally, when the blade reaches the strong arm of the oak, it explodes.

Sprouts.

The Orcs' arms are cut off.

(chuckles)

The prince's sword cuts off the Orc's thighs.

“Turn it off!”

A double-footed oak roars.

Quajic.

The prince tramples on the chest of an oak whose limbs have been cut off.

“Goodbye. ”

The prince, who grabbed the sword by inversion, lowered the sword.

At that moment, the Orc's body was struck by a blue flame. Then the blue flame that swallowed the oak swallowed up the prince.

“Your Majesty! ”

The officer, who was looking at the battle, ran with a scream.

Even the D'Sen Orcs did not interfere with us at this time. Looking at the head of the flame, it was either that way or this way.

“Don't come!"

Then the prince's voice was heard in the flames.

It wasn't a groan of pain, as you and Vincent thought. It wasn't a scream to save lives.

It was just an urgent warning.

At that moment, a loud roar was heard over the snowfield, on the other side of the winter castle, somewhere in the mountains.

I was distracted by the horrendous roar that scattered my soul.

If it weren't for the tearing of the ears, it would have been a long time since the knights had regained consciousness.

Qaaaaaaaaaah!

Something rising from the side of the mountain ranges was flying towards this side.

Later, the awakened knights called out for tears. There was a blue flame in their eyes.

In a blue flame, the prince draws down his sword.

Bang!

There was a heavy thunderstorm, and the prince remained on the ground. Something that flew towards the prince also twisted and bounced out.

(chuckles)

Whether it was digging through the hard walls of the winter castle, it was a sack of giant spears.

I didn't know if I could call it a window that was 5 meters long and thicker than my forearm.