I Became the First Prince

Contrary to his concerns, the King of the Orcs, who stood on the front lines, was silent. He did not appear on the battlefield, nor did he lead the Orcs in particular.

The King of Orcs literally did nothing.

It was just there.

And that alone has changed so much.

The Orcs were brave and fearless. But since the Orcs' King was on the front lines, they have become fearless and painless monsters.

They were like photowarriors.

I flew about one leg of my arm, but I didn't have a clutch. I was struck by dozens of arrows and crawled down with knives and axes.

Even before that, the soldiers of the kingdom were barely stopping the Orcs.

In front of the crazy Orcs, the soldiers die unstoppably.

The first heavy-duty infantrymen of the British lords were wiped out. Next, the spearmen were exterminated.

The knights jumped in and tried to push the wire up somehow, but it was a lack of station.

It was impossible to completely stop all the 2,000 Orcs who had already crossed the bridge by exhausted knights, just four hundred.

The soldiers who had to support them were frightened and unable to move, and the nobles who had to lead them did nothing because of the presence of the Warlord felt across the river.

The role of the two princes, who have encouraged soldiers so far on the front lines, has not worked this time.

The soldiers were completely frightened, and the enclosure collapsed. In the meantime, the damage has increased exponentially due to the incoming Orcs.

Several courageous commanders tried to capture the soldiers in an easterly manner, but this was only the goal of the Dorian Orcs.

The commanders were silent, realizing that the moment they shouted aloud became the target of the Orcs.

Soldiers who were not instructed took the throne, and the link between the unit and the unit was severed completely.

Strangely, in the middle of the alliance, there was a village where soldiers were isolated.

However, this silly situation was not at all amusing for the parties. Soldiers continued to die in pregnancy.

Now it was only a matter of time before the wire completely collapsed.

At that time, the kingdom's benefactor went out.

The clear energy of the Silver Lion sinks the confusion of the soldiers. But it was impossible to overthrow the preeminence just by awakening my mind.

After all, it was only after the N'Djamena himself joined the battle that the situation could be resolved.

The Allied forces in Central Asia suffered far more damage that day than the damage they had suffered in the past ten days.

The infantrymen were destroyed and the spearheaders were annihilated. Archery troops have also suffered significant losses as a result of being caught in battle.

But most of all, it was the warriors of the Boned Knights.

The number of knights killed during that day was one hundred and forty-two. One of the Knights completely collapsed, and the other one also lost half of the Knights.

The damage inflicted on the Orcs was overwhelming without the support of the soldiers.

“I wasn't dealing with them in a plain like this, not a fortress from the start! ”

“We must inherit our troops now! ”

Until a while ago, the nobles shouting, "This is the Fortress of Wisdom, which can only stop a few times as many enemies."

“If you back out of here, the central region will be like the north. Where are you going?! ”

“Not far from here is Fort Tyrion. There, we'll be able to stop him. ”

“Stupid sound! How do you know if the Orcs will come to the fort or go somewhere else! ”

“Then let's all die together here! I hate it! Even if I take the dishonor for a while, I will step back and promote the future! ”

Looking at the nobles who raise their voices, Maximilian looks on his forehead.

I was dizzy because I was looking at them as if I had already been defeated.

I thought I could hold on. I thought I could hold out for a few days, even if Warlord showed up.

It was an illusion.

The soldiers of the Middle East are frightened by the presence of the Warlord on the battlefield. I tried to encourage them to take risks and burst their throats, but it was useless.

Maximilian realized how brave the soldiers of Winter Castle were. I was also able to save more without knowing how insufficient I was compared to my brother.

If you were here, it wouldn't have happened until this instant.

The self-esteem crushes Maximilian's entire body.

But now was not the time to blame.

Tomorrow will be completely ruined.

If it hadn't been for the Silver Lion, Count Richter Richtein, it wouldn't have survived today.

“Tomorrow I will fight with the knights from the beginning. ”

As if he had looked into his heart, the old man said.

It was firm but insecure on the one hand.

The Warlord, who saw me in the Winter Castle, roared a few times and boasted about me. But today the Warlord was too quiet. He literally did nothing.

That doesn't make any sense, Maximilian is in trouble.

If Count Richter felt the presence of Warlord, he would also feel his presence.

Maybe he's looking at his liver like he's not.

Is it a soup that the opponent can eat in one mouth, or is it a hot soup that the palate can peel off?

If so, I had to stop the lions from stepping forward. If we don't get him out of here, his search will be longer.

However, there is no way to keep the line, as we must stop the war of the lions.

I tried it again and again in the palace, but it didn't come out differently.

One day passed without finding any answer.

The Orcs have been attacking violently again before sunrise the next day. The Silver Lion stands in line with the Knights and can defeat the Orcs thanks to Bertin.

Even on the next day, even on the next day, I barely stood in the way of the wire.

And the first morning was bright.

The appearance of the bargled oaks across the river was not the same as that of the weary allies.

If there was anything else, it was just a strange silence sitting across the river.

“What? Why is it so quiet? ”

“Are you just going to move on today? ”

The knights who were standing before me exchanged their voices.

At that instant, someone shouted.

“Cover your ears! ”

At the same time, a terrible roar burst across the river.

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“Krrrr."

The Orc Warrior knelts on his knees with a boiling sputum. The blood pours out between his fingers, grasping his throat.

Laryngeal banks.

The Orc Warrior raises his head as he looks at the blood poured out of my body. A cold-faced man grabs the Orc Warrior with his sword instead of lowering it.

“Krr”

The Orc Warrior reaches out.

Tuck.

Usually, a stubborn hand, crushed by the breath of a human neck, does not grasp a piece of clothing and slips down.

The man who looked at the dark green hand that touched my body shot down the sword. The sword snaps behind the neck of the Orc Warrior with a sound.

The Orc Warrior shook his body and threw his face into the snowfield.

The man spits out the blood on the sword and opens his back.

I saw surviving Orcs. But the number was not large, and it was decreasing rapidly.

And finally, the screams of the Orcs were no longer heard.

“I've taken care of all the Orcs in the castle. ”

“Inside?"

“The knights are searching. ”

At the end of the day, Vincent Ballerhard looked around.

Soldiers and knights looking at him. Vincent's aspirations in their gaze drifted back.

Vincent climbs the steps of the wall.

Upon arriving on the wall, the knight gives you a pile of dried stones. Vincent accepts the rod without saying a word and leaves it in the groove of the wall.

With a small noise, the cloth that had dried up on the ledge was released. When the wind finally blew, the stretched cloth swelled.

Pearl.

A pattern of three layers of shield overlaid in the middle of a blue cloth is revealed.

It was the symbol of the Balahard family, the Triple Shield.

Vincent stands at the end of the wall looking down at the pattern for a moment. The bloody knights and soldiers were looking up at him with one face.

“Valrhad's men! ”

Vincent, who was facing each other, shouted out.

“I'm finally back! ”

It's like a roaring declaration.

“And I've got it back! ”

The soldiers and knights shouted in a single mouthful.

“The shield that stops the Sack Wind is eternal! ”

Vincent was upset.

“Winter will never come again! ”

“Ooooooooo!”

Soldiers and knights shouted.

Some wept with tears, others smiled brightly and kissed the wall. Some closed their eyes and saved their horses.

Different ways, but the emotions they expressed were one and the same.

It was joy and emotion that he repaired the fort that had been taken.

"Mmm."

The lords of the north saw Baleard's men cheering like that.

Their cry and one that had to leave the castle that they had guarded for hundreds of years, and how great was their rejoicing that they had regained the castle only now.

I couldn't even dare shout victory together.

All I could say was congratulations in my mouth, but it wasn't even easy.

There was no face.

The fort, which stands on a frozen ground, remained frozen even after the last battle. There were fragments of frozen bodies everywhere.

Someone's arm was still grabbed by the sword, and someone's eyes were still staring at something that the Orcs had left to eat.

The whole wall was red.

I couldn't even gauge how long I fought and how much blood I would have shed.

“Let's go.”

Earl Schrthol, hesitant with a stiff face, leads the lords up the stairs to the top of the wall.

Upon climbing on the wall, a blade of wind flickered his face.

I couldn't even open my eyes properly. And the sound of the wind was how big the ears would eat.

How cold it is again.

But no one complained that it was cold.

The walls are full of corpse fragments left by the Orcs.

The wreckage of the stolen armor and the broken spear were everywhere. There could not have been a frozen ladder and a hook on the wall.

They were drawn before their eyes as if they had seen a musical struggle against the orcs that flourished under the walls. The roar of monsters and the screams of soldiers seemed to come into my ears.

You fought in a place like this?

The warriors of Winter Castle have been fighting the Orcs for months in the wind and cold.

Waiting for reinforcements, no matter how long they wait.

“I didn't have to. ”

I'm looking at the view over the wall, and the Winter Holy Spirit is talking.

“Celebrate the restoration of Winter Castle. ”

“Congratulations.”

The angry lords reflectively congratulated him.

“Thank you.”

In return, the dry lords shut their mouths and shook their heads.

I was so aware that they were not in a position to say thank you.

The Winter Holy Spirit turned their gaze more beyond the wall with a careless face. The lords followed the Lord and looked beyond.

It was a picturesque landscape with white snowfields, mountains at their ends. But inside the picturesque landscape, all kinds of evil monsters roam.

That's why winter lords and lords came up north, not south. I couldn't open the Winter Castle Gate because it was already pierced by Orcs once.

[Give me a chance to make amends.]

1 The prince said that this was the last chance given to them.

[Help repair the Winter Castle and defend the Castle with Count Balahard.]

Now that I've successfully completed the Winter Castle Repair, all I have left to do is stop the monsters. And all they had to do was stop the monsters from coming down the mountain range.

[Do not let any of the Orcs who passed through here step on the mountain range alive.]

In short, the fortress, once all it was to guard, became a guillotine for the Stragglers.

That's what executioners are waiting for because they can't change the executioners either.