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

"Shoot!"

Earl Eli's eldest son used whale evil.

The nobles turned their heads. The staring officers shake their heads.

"Out of range. "

The nobles filled their tongues with words.

Tired horses, a rider who lost his balance, a stalker.

The screaming of Eli's group appeared to be at stake.

"If it is the Eli family, we have a kite with the Branburg family in our own way. Although not a deep kite, it's not enough to pay for a few arrows instead. "

One of the British lords who was watching him, Count Branburg, touched him. The dog climbs and descends and repeats with a black falcon on the hill.

Chuck, Chuck.

Archers march among the heavy infantrymen.

Black hawk print tunic, length 1.8 metres.

"Iron hawks!"

Someone who recognizes the marksmen of the Branburt family shouts.

The archers of the Iron Bow Soldier flew across the river.

"The target is the enemy's lead! How to Overpower Shooting!"

The archers pulled their bows and wedged their backs.

"Shoot!"

I heard a protest bounce, but two hundred arrows flying in the sky.

The arrows that the Iron Falcon archers fired at the moment poured over the oaks across the river.

Turn it off!

The fierce Orcs get hit by arrows and roll the floor. The Orcs that followed stepped on the fallen people.

Sasasac.

The arrow rains again on top of it. The Orcs of the Antenna are stumbling and the Orcs who were following behind are caught by the fallen Orcs.

After a short distance, Eli's group shoots through the bridge.

"Uh-huh? "

The speed of Eliga's eldest son and his group, who crossed the bridge, remained unchanged. Surprisingly, the infantrymen on the front line were chaotic that they were splitting the way to both sides.

"Me, me, me! "

The nobles who saw this were fingering.

However, Eliga's eldest son ran straight to the hillside, where the commander's flag was flying.

"Bernardo of Eli Family! We have news from the North! "

Bernardo snorts from the horse and exclaims.

"If it's the situation in the North..."

"Many of the lords of the North, lead the troops and join the Orcs! All destroyed! The lords have all been killed along with the soldiers! "

The nobles groaned.

They also had ears and could hear the news of the situation in the north through the refugees. Among them were rumors about lords, including Earl Wurn.

Speaking of which, I was left with my troops, and I left my territory and ran away. But it was pathetic that they all died because they didn't even get away with it.

"Four families of Shrthol, Iaton, Cardaine and Barheim are currently under attack and in danger! "

But now was not the time to think of the dishonorable death of the Northern lords. Bernardo of the Eli family continued to pour the northern frontier.

Where he was defeated, and some soldiers died.

One of the lords' brushes died, and another castle collapsed.

There is not a single piece of news other than Vibo.

"Huh. Not much more miserable than I've heard. "

The nobles groan.

While camping here, I thought the lords of the North would hold out for some time. There was not one of their families that didn't blow their name in the war against monsters in the past.

But when I heard that winter had broken out, it was only a month, and twelve of the sixteen large and small territories were trampled by the Orcs. All the high lords are dead and there are only four left. The nobility's complexion hardened.

A sense of crisis that was not seen in front of so many refugees.

It was as if he had realized for the first time that he might die.

I had to.

The former empire waged fewer wars with the empire. Hundreds of years ago, he won and 120 years ago, he was vanquished.

And in no case did the nobles die so much.

Except in very special cases, most of them were taken prisoners and subsequently released for ransom.

It was an implicit convention that left little behind, and it was a commonly occurring transaction.

But the rules they believed in were useless in front of monsters. The rules set by humans were worthless to unspoken monsters.

The murders of the lords of the north were proof of that.

I didn't even find the body. He must have entered the Orc's womb.

The nobles sweat cold.

It was like lying in a luxurious golden needle and sleeping naked and thrown into a rich field.

While they were so ignorant, Bernardo Eli exchanged snowflakes with the two princes.

Nod.

Maximilian nods.

He also knew that his knights were playing from the very beginning to entice the Orcs. And I also knew that many of Bernardo's lies were mixed.

The deaths of the lords are real, but it is you who killed them, not the Orcs.

Many of them were real warriors, but many of them were forged.

The surviving lords were not in battle. They were hiding somewhere in the south, avoiding the Orcs.

And it was he who made it.

"As you have heard, the Orcs are merciless and cruel. Plus, it's the Sapphire Century. "

As Maximilian said, the burden is overwhelming.

"If this place is breached, the Middle East will be in the same fate as the North. "

The drooling came out of here and there.

"The Orcs are retreating! "

At the end of the day, the officer's voice was heard.

The gaze of one of the nobles, who hardened his face like a stone, turned toward him.

Dozens of Orcs died on the bridge.

The corpse looked like a hedgehog to see if the archers had received intensive fire. The problem was the location of the body.

Most of the dozens of Orcs died without crossing half the bridge. However, some of the heavily manned bodies were almost successful in crossing the bridge.

The nobles said they were drunken.

The Iron Bow Troops, named after the Middle Ages, and the other archers also shoot arrows at the Orcs after the Orcs enter the range.

Archers, who make up one half of the army, shoot arrows, but still try to stop the Orcs from crossing the bridge.

The nobles looked across the river.

Outside the range of the arrows, there were countless oaks in your plain. It could not have been so horrible to see the bruised peoples tearing apart and drinking their blood.

I felt the agitation of the soldiers.

Wind blows across the river. The nobles trembled. The cold seeps through the thick fur.

"Tonight seems really long. "

The nobles nod unwittingly at someone's words.

* *

The night was long, as someone said.

It was long for the soldiers who stood along the river, and long for the nobles who were naked in the sumptuous barracks.

It was a nightmare.

But the real nightmare was the beginning.

"More overnight. "

At dawn, when Earth sat down, the oaks were seen across the river. The Orcs were more numerous than the day before.

"Ten thousand," he said, "doesn't it look twice as good to pretend? "

Someone questioned me in a parisian voice.

"It's more than I expected, but it's not that much. Perhaps the Orcs are so big that they look more numerous. "

The nobles shut their mouths in the words of the commander.

It seems that he was terrified and asked if there were more enemies.

It was true.

Dark green geese were a threat to the eucalyptus. When I saw the gaze of the Orcs from afar, I was struck by the frost.

As the nobles of the Command settled on the hills in the rear, the horror felt by the soldiers standing right in front of the bridge was unspeakable.

The soldiers of the Heavy Armoured Infantry, whom one lord boasted, lifted up their heads and touched their shields, and the other spearmen who stood by kept looking back.

"Wake up! Not many enemies can cross the bridge at once anyway! "

"Our Crusaders will stand before you! "

At least it was the knights who had been grinding and wiping their swords for the rest of their lives. But the number was only four hundred.

Until yesterday, the number of knights that seemed so high was as low as today because the nobles' minds were so anxious.

"Tsk."

A knight who had not said a word until now was watching the sheep the nobles and soldiers were doing.

Now a four-year-old silver lion, he was more than a warrior winter lord. He was the best swordsman in the kingdom, Count Richter Richtein.

Ugh.

Nogumho pulled out the sword.

And I put the Aurora Blade on the blade. That glorious light, qualitatively different from Sodior, cleared the dawn of the Earth.

The overwhelming presence and foresight of the Silver Lion extended to all sides.

Soldiers trembled. It was like waking up from a nightmare.

The old man reappears the light, and the sword falls back on his waist. Then he quietly retreated. It was as if what he had to do was this far.

The lion's spiral allowed the soldiers to calm down their agitation. However, it was not only the allies who were aroused by the energy of the lions.

The Orcs breathe roughly.

Gwwwwwww.

Among the Orcs in the line of fire, a huge Orc howls.

Kung, kung.

At the same time, the Orcs' ranks flourished. A new Orcs appeared, chasing through the Orcs of Transition.

Orcs grabbed a long shield that didn't match the big one.

"Ah..."

The nobles who saw them opened their eyes.

The crests are engraved with the familiar shields of the Orcs.

"This is the Snow Deer Crest of the House of Huron. "

"That's the Wolf Crest of the Vinterwolf family. "

Those were the crests that symbolized the families of the north.

There was a dizzying mix of more than ten types of sentences in Chuck's eyes. The destruction of the north was a sight to be seen.

Gwwwww!

A large oak roars once again.

The shields set by the Orcs fluctuate.

Kung.

At the same time, I heard footsteps.

"Coming!"

One of the officers shouted like a scream.

Wudoodoodoo-doo.

The orcs rush out, shaking their axes.

"Shoot!"

At the words of an officer who cried aloud, the archers shot a bow in unison.

A thousand-foot arrow spills across the river into the plains.

Ouch!

The Orcs scream and fall out. But that number wasn't long ago.

The Orcs who covered my head with a shield were running like angry bulls.

The arrow flew back into the sky. Lucky Orcs scream and scream, and a much larger number of Orcs rush towards the bridge.

The Orcs' vanguard has finally entered the bridge.

"Iron Brothers, shoot Orcs autonomously! "

An iron hawk shooter with a longbow blows an arrow at the Orc's spike under the shield at the officer's command. The Orcs that entered the bridge fell out in an instant.

Iron hawks blow arrows so they can't see their hands.

The excellent Orcs are dead.

However, there were too many Orcs, and the shooters were only iron machetes to shoot at the slightest distance between the tough muscles. Moreover, the spike in the arrows did not mean that the Orcs would die instantly.

The majority of them endured with a few arrows.

Strong compared to the Orcs I saw the other day.

"Those are the Orc Warriors! "

The two princes told me the identity of such Orcs.

And at that moment, the Orc Warriors, who survived in the iron hawks' snipers, fled the bridge.

"Rose Thorn Infantry!! "

"Ha!"

Heavy Armoured Infantry rolls their feet with their shields out. Shoulders on the shield, feet wide open.

"Hold on!"

"Ha!"

Right behind him, the soldiers who twisted the spear stood by so that they could open the spear at any time.

But they didn't have a chance.

Bang!

Heavy armored infantry colliding with the Orc Warrior are crushed with a shield. Heavy-armored infantrymen scream.

Krrrrrr.

The Orc Warriors echo.

Trampling the crumbled heavy infantry with their shields.

"Uh, uh..."

With a frowning sound, the spearheader sits still.