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

"Give rest to the soldiers, except for the existing border troops. You can go down the wall. Only a minimum of armaments are designed to be maintained. "

Despite the words of the outsider, none of the soldiers went straight down the wall. They did not move away with their eyes fixed on the Wolf Riders.

"Tsk."

The outsider kicked his tongue and ordered the commanding officers beside him to bite the soldiers. The commanders rush around the walls, kicking the soldiers' asses and grabbing their necks.

"Why don't you ask. "

As I was looking at them, the outsider asked.

"What do you mean? "

"Why you didn't save them. "

If you were a Knight of the Quadchain, couldn't you save the Rangers? Even if you let out the Knights of the Castle, you couldn't save them. Don't you wonder?

"It looks like a trap, but what else. "

The outsider was undeniable.

Wolf Rider moves as fast as a cavalry. In the first place, it made no sense for the Rangers to come back alive from the mountains to the vicinity of the castle. Maybe if you let him go on purpose.

"That's right. I was going to eat the troops out of the castle, and then I would go straight to the gate. "

Vincent approached me and explained to me when he showed up.

"If the door is open, you run, and if you see a gap, you bite. It doesn't work, it doesn't wipe out a few troops. The consumption war is what they want. "

Vincent's face was dark. I felt a great sense of responsibility towards myself for not saving my unit. But his will was nevertheless firm.

"Winter has only just begun, and we can't move. "

This is why I'm tired of fighting monsters. Their battle was different from that of humans.

Siege warfare is nothing else for monsters.

You can kill more enemies and eat more. It was just him.

Even if the food is hot and my hands are cut off, I cannot turn away from it.

That's what they see in winter.

"Besides, snowfields don't seem to have anything to hide, but in fact, they're more invisible. "

Vincent's expression got worse.

"Perhaps the possibility of Orcs hiding behind that mountainside cannot be ruled out..."

"Wolf Riders are approaching! "

Someone yells before Vincent even finishes speaking.

Staring down at the wall, Wolf Riders, who trampled on the Rangers, rushed towards the castle.

The bodies of the Rangers, pinned to the wolves' gills, roar bitterly.

Wolf riders stopped. It was just outside the range of the arrow.

Jaw.

The wolf chews, but spits out the bodies of the rangers like food.

"Huh? Huh?"

The soldiers on the wall who saw the body shouted.

"Alive!"

Some of the rangers who thought it was a corpse were still alive. Soldiers look at the rangers who climb the ground in blood.

I looked down at the castle as I shed its roar with one ear.

I saw Wolf riders who put the rangers on the ground. They didn't even flutter. It was like waiting for something.

After a while, I found out what they were waiting for.

Another group of Wolf Riders appeared. Their wolves were also biting something in their mouths.

It was the Rangers of the Winter Castle who went out on a spy mission.

Tuck.

The wolves throw the rangers to the ground. The bloody body was a slut, but they were definitely holding their breath.

A few additional Wolf riders appeared. And every time they showed up, the number of rangers in the snowfield increased.

Thirty-six corpses, and twenty-two living rangers.

"This winter is so unusual. "

The outsider's voice was heavy enough.

"I'm going to do something that's not what it looks like. "

Vincent's voice was also as heavy as that of my father. So did the soldiers.

Their hearts seemed to be in their hands.

If the survivors die, will it be a warrior, or abandoned by his allies? And how will the soldiers take this job?

You're out of line.

Soldiers are agitated because the consumption of troops is unavoidable and neglected. I will understand the decision of the Command as the soldiers of Winter Castle have all gone through the prenatal period.

But fraud could not be avoided. And the hands and feet of the fallen soldiers become dull, and the tips of the sword become dull.

That was never good for winter.

"It's too fast. Given the variables, it's unusual that the Orcs are lightning up so fast. "

"So was the last battle, so did the Wolf Riders. Strange thing to do. "

The outsider referred to the fighting in the last mountain range.

At that point, I thought of the damn Elder High Elves.

Sigrun. That damn elf used his hand again this time.

But it wasn't.

The human vocalization is fundamentally different, as if the roar of the beast were ringing its throat.

I looked down at the castle. Among the Wolf Riders, Orcs, mounted on the biggest wolf, stare at the wall and shout. "Sir Commander. Be determined!"

Command officers told the outsider. Even if the Orcs are executed, the only chance to save them is now.

"No."

I denied their opinion head-on.

They're not trying to get executed right now. He spoke in front of them.

"What does that mean..."

"Sir Commander! We don't have time for this! If you try to save it later, you won't save it! "

An impatient knight smokes a statue as if he were going to jump under a wall with a knife.

The outsider raised his hand. The chirping commanders kept their mouths shut and posed. An outsider who was so preoccupied asked me.

"So what do they look like to you? "

I looked down the wall instead of answering.

The bloody flag was held in the hands of a giant Orc. But the pattern of the flag was so familiar to me. The oak shouts.

For humans, it was nothing like the roaring of a ferocious beast, but not for me.

Fight. I will fight honorably to get back the name of the Legion.

Now the language of the ancient oaks, even faded from my memory, flows out of that horrible fuss.

"Huuuuuuurgh!"

I saw a floating oak waving its flag and luminous. I remembered the conversation I had with Sigrun in my head.

[There's something I need from you deep in the mountains.]

[A very old creature is asleep inside that mountain range.]

[If you use him in your old words, I assure you, that would be a wonderful poem.]

As she mentioned, I think I now know what it is that I need.

For the Great King!

That noisy oak told me the answer a few times.

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"So you're saying that the Orcs are now holding hostages and applying for a duel. "

I nodded and the outsider sighed.

Orcs who ask for a duel with honour are also strange, and humans who understand the language of such Orcs are even weirder. I've never heard of such things in the world. The look on the outsider's face was saying so.

Others had some differences, but they all had similar faces.

No one asks you where you learned the word of the Orc. I don't believe what I say.

I couldn't help but convince them. I knew better than that.

"Crack! Crack! Kragsch!"

I stood against the wall and shouted at the Orcs. A turtle language flowed out of my mouth to hear as if I were changing the iron.

The Orcs run in surprise. The gentleman Wolf Rider, who appeared to be the chief among the dogs, shouted at me.

It was roughly like this.

No, how man speaks the language of his clan.

Oakchigo reacted sensibly, I ignored and shouted.

I will accept the duel, so all the rest of you, except the duel party, step back 200 bogies and get off the wolf.

My boss Orcs roars loudly.

Have you won the blood of the clans? If you come in a crowd, I will accept it.

After a long time, there were no nutritious or useless horses.

It's not a mix! I don't want to go that way! So what are you gonna do?

I yelled.

That's when the Chief Orc began to ponder. Orchigo was a worthless man.

I will!

After a while, the chief oak said. If anyone defiles the honorable duel, they say they won't let it go.

It's not silly. If you broke your promise, you'd already be back in the castle with the Rangers by then. What are you going to do?

"What the hell are you doing..."

I turned my head at the outsider's words. I saw people looking at me like crazy.

"Do you believe me now? "

I touched them and pointed them at the Orcs.

With the exception of the Five Orcs, the Wolf Riders were retreating. The outsiders and commanders who saw him opened their eyes to tears.

"Me, me..."

"No, what the hell..."

There have been dozens of winters in Balahad, but the commanders dropped the court seat for the first time.

It was hard to notice that the Orcs were talking to each other, and that there were humans who spoke to the Orcs.

Tsk. You're going to kill me.

I looked up and told them the Orcs' needs.

"There are only five ways to participate in a duel, but they must have participated in a battle in the last mountain range. By the way, if it's too late, it just kills them all. "

The Orcs' patience is not that long, so the outsiders and commanders have begun to rally for the duel.

First Vincent wins, then the Knight of the Triple Chain who fought with him that day.

"I'll go! I will avenge the Rangers! "

One motivated article was added to the crowd.

"I too have a grudge against the Orcs..."

"That's it."

Speaking loudly to my words, the knights who held grudges against the Orcs shut their mouths. I answered them when I asked why. "Two seats are already full."

Me and Arwen, the two seats were reserved right away.

Of course, knights and commanders of the Winter Castle were in trouble, but I silenced their opposition as always.

"Who talks to the Orcs instead of me? "

"Then at least one spot left. "

Now I see Arwen more than the knights who are begging.

"I don't like it."

I'm counting on you like that. How do you get out now?

"But where did you learn what the Orcs said? I've never heard the Orcs speak for themselves before. "

In the words of the outsider, I smiled and confronted him.

"Study."

If you study for hundreds of years, you will understand not only what the Orcs say, but also what the Earthpuppies say.

Not yet!

Outside the castle, the chieftain oak rushes.

I'll be down in a minute. I looked back, and the outsider was locked in my thoughts.

"Just in case, I thought I could figure it out. "

The outsider's eyes trembled to see if he had been caught inside.

"This is a special occasion. "

It wasn't a lie. Orcs aren't all the same, and they don't all make sense. Only nobles who served the king of the clans could speak the ancient language.

That was the case with the Chief Orc.

It was cunning.

When I entered the world, an elf envoy who did not find the kingdom visited the kingdom. It also became an envoy that included the presence of Elder High Elves.

And the King of the Orcs appeared in the North. For the first time in 400 years.

I think it's a coincidence.

"No way. "

There are not many real coincidences in this world. There were just so many things that seemed like coincidences. Especially when the larger creatures were moving.

"Anyway, let's go talk. "

Now was not the time to think and ponder.

It was time to fight.

Chirp, chirp.

The glottis is open.

Beyond that white snowfield were Wolf Riders.

"Let's go."

I led the articles forward. Soldiers were puzzled by the unpredictable march, but they were sending their hopeful gaze.

I took steps to enjoy that aspiration.

Human aspirations and will are the best forms of transcendence.

Even if it were someone else's, their aspirations would be my aspirations today.

"Then I'll take the biggest one. "

"I'll take him. "

Vincent and the knights each identified an opponent while he was coming. I noticed that even the shape-shifter who looked at me wanted an interpreter.

I have informed the Orcs of their demands.

The Orcs descend from the wolf. The Orcs who grabbed the sword stood before each of my opponents.

"Your Majesty? He must be the one I decided to deal with..."

Vincent buzzes loudly. I ignored it again this time.

In front of me stood the Chief Orc.

The strongest one, of course, is mine.