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

No one was reluctant to join the Empire soldiers when the first war against the Kingdom of Leonberg broke out.

Whether they died or lived was not their concern from the beginning.

Their only concern was the small and great gains that would be gained through war.

Some painted the future of lightning in recognition of the ball, slaughtering knights from less developed countries.

Some dreamed of a one-time gold storehouse that preempted the treasure of the nobility.

Some remained in the occupied territories and made plans to live in the occupied areas.

As a result, it is too late to evade the war, but even those who put on laughter and enlisted are born.

"Think of it as an investment. There's a lot of fallout when you follow the battlefield, so I assure you, I will soon forget about this war. "

Luang was also one of those who laughed so hard.

It's a soldier's position to pay for years of rest and earn money.

His self-esteem was overwhelming, but until then, Luang had no doubt that his investment would return to a decent outcome.

What a blurry delusion.

On the first day of his arrival on the battlefield, Luang realized.

The Knights of the Empire, who believed, were roped to the Knights of the Kingdom, which they usually considered to be a few thousand, and the warriors who died like wolves had ten thousand tails in front of the soldiers of the same kingdom as beasts.

The Leonberg Empire Army was like a demon crawling up from hell.

The user grabs the sword with the rest of his hand when his arm is cut off, and crawls through both legs to stamp the sword on the opponent's back.

Instead of a handshake, he casts a curse and bites the opponent's throat until the moment he dies.

Knight, I did it all without any ordinary sickness.

The Leonberg Empire Army looked like a demon crawling up from Hell.

It's not just a demon, it's a merciless savage.

The demons had no way of leaving prisoners.

They did not even show tolerance, and the warriors cut their necks.

I just killed him and killed him again.

And the Imperial Army died again.

Similar things happened everywhere, and the Empire was defeated.

Of the Empire soldiers who crossed the border, only half were alive and trampled on their homeland.

Of those who returned, the placenta was crippled.

In comparison, Luang was certainly lucky.

At least he was able to step on his homeland intact.

In addition, I was fortunate enough to take the position of commander of hundreds on behalf of the first commanders and veterans who were killed.

"Luang is very lucky. "

People like that called him 'Lucky Luang'.

Luang also did not deny what people said.

Rather, I was proud of my nickname Lucky Man.

He was also very satisfied with his life as a centurion commander.

At least not until the world changes.

"Open the door, please! "

"Please let us in! "

Luang stood on the wall and saw those who encompassed him.

A hundred people who hiccup down their dusty cloaks and ask them to open their doors.

"The monsters will be ready soon! Please save us! "

"Please! Please! "

They were refugees.

Looang looks at the refugees with a firm face and raises his head.

All the soldiers on the wall were waiting for Luang's mouth to open.

"The glottis is……."

Luang opens his mouth like a squeeze.

"I don't open it. "

"Ah……."

A sigh came out everywhere.

It was as if it was an accusation, so Luang twisted his face.

They all knew that.

The Lord's Golden Gate decree, which was adopted a while ago, is absolute, and one hundred commanders would not have known that they were not authorized to break it.

Nevertheless, the soldiers behaved as if they had not anticipated his words.

The humiliation swept away.

It was disgusting for the hypocrites to turn over all their moral responsibilities to themselves and pretend to be someone else who had nothing to do with them.

But anger and humiliation quickly disappeared, and self-esteem grew.

I didn't come back from hell to see this filth.

I fell in love.

"Knowing that the Leonberg Royal Army crossed the border a week ago, there may be an enemy spy among those disguised as a refugee. "

I put up an excuse like a parrot that I had recited many times to hide inside.

But the soldiers were not listening to him.

They were staring beyond the dark plain.

"What are you doing....."

Luang realized that their expressions were dull and white.

I turned my head.

I saw a plain covered in darkness.

There, the darkness struck the Aung Seong.

Bloop, Bloop.

I heard a strange cry one step late.

"You idiots! What are you staring at? "

Luang, who was frightened, shouted.

"Wake up the castle's troops! Strike! Strike! "

Only after hearing his disappointing screams did the soldiers begin to move.

Dang! Dang!

The rushing sound of strikes lit up all over the castle.

"Profit! Open the door! Why don't you open it! You're the same empire!"

"Please, even a child! "

The refugees, who had been stunned by the sound of the beatings, noticed the situation late and shouted, banging on the gates like crazy.

"Argh! Please open the door! "

"Open it for me! You bastards! "

There was no distinction between father and mother.

Soldiers on the wall murmured and shouted, and the refugees under the wall shouted with a loud, elongated scream.

In the meantime, the monsters are now close enough to be visually identifiable.

The snout on the forehead that popped out of the tuck,

Cuddrunny on the edge of his torn mouth.

Muscle body.

"Orcs! Orcs have appeared! "

Soldiers who identified the monster screamed.

"At a minimum, it's over 700! "

In the midst of a disturbance, Luang felt a dizziness in the shouts of someone who counted the number of Yonke monsters.

Monsters have appeared everywhere since the world changed.

Among the monsters that appeared, there were Orcs, and some of them attacked the castle in crowds.

However, this large number has never been revealed at once.

There are 700 strong Orcs who eat children to deal with knights.

You may not know it, but it would not be easy to stop them by dragging the castle's troops as they are.

Luang realized.

Even a lucky goddess can't save him today.

The blessing of the goddess was worthless in front of the vicious Orcs.

Death was imminent.

Luang felt more desperate than ever, so he was able to regain calm.

"Draw the rope as you can! "

He failed to defend my position and communicated to the soldiers on the right and left.

Soldiers have gathered ropes without even knowing English.

"This is short and short. Here's a short one, too. Roughly ten things left. "

"Captain Baek, what are you going to do now....."

Instead of answering, Luang made him tie a rope to a tug protruding from the wall.

"From now on, I'm going to drop the rope! There are only ten of them, so if you are a Guild King, send a child and a woman first! "

In front of the gate, the people who were staring at Aung San Suu Kyi stopped screaming in unison.

"Stay calm and follow my instructions and we can all live! "

Of course, he couldn't do anything until the castle collapsed after the Orcs' attack, but for now.

"Throw it!"

According to his instructions, soldiers threw ropes under the wall.

Those who stood under the gate grabbed each other and held the rope farther than Vawa.

"No! No! Let the kids and the girls up first! "

When Luang shouted, those who went out first gave up the rope to the others.

"Let's tie it to your waist! Hard! Don't fall! "

In the meantime, the Orcs were getting closer and closer to the wall.

Khhhhhhhh!

A fierce roar came from all sides, but Luang saw only ten ropes coming down the wall.

"Raise it!"

In the meantime, some sober soldiers groan and pull up the rope.

In an instant, ten refugees were raised above the wall.

"Those who come up, step aside! Now, next! "

Luang throws the rope straight back under the wall.

"Same thing again! "

When the orcs shouted, their throats burst, so that they would not be eaten by the roar of the orcs, the refugees stood in line under ten ropes.

"That's right! If you keep it that way, you can all live! "

It was an effort that would be worthless in a little while, but he did his best anyway.

The refugees grabbed the rope.

"No! Don't catch it! Tie it! Tie it around your waist!"

Instead of tying a rope to his waist, Luang shouts at the refugees who have grabbed the rope with both hands.

It was not easy to climb the wall with ropes, even for strong men.

Especially for refugees who were chased by Orcs and lost their health as they fled all the way here.

That was common sense.

By the way, that common sense collapsed.

Scaffolding.

Refugees grabbed the rope with both their hands and began to climb up quickly as they hit the wall with their feet.

It was an agile move that even trained soldiers would not do.

That's what happened instantly.

"Huh?"

When Luang regained consciousness, the third refugees were already on the ropes.

"All of you! "

He shouted after noticing the suspicion, but the refugees did not look back. I just stood at the end of the wall and looked under it.

Uh, uh, the refugees are all up against the wall in the meantime.

Spatula.

Then I cut off the rope with a dagger, wherever it was taken.

Khhhhhh!

I heard a terrible scream.

Surprised Luang clings to the end of the wall and looks down.

Ten oaks grabbed the rope and knurled to the ground.

Then Luang sweeps his chest when he realizes that the Orcs tried to climb the wall on the rope.

But he was just a moment, too.

"What are you guys? Are you a refugee?"

Luang recalled the agility that the refugees had seen a little while ago and asked with a sharp face.

Chuck.

One of the refugees stood before him.

Then Luang was able to see the face of the refugees properly.

It looks good on a hot red hair, but somehow it looks frustrating.

"Are you the commander? "

A man opened his mouth.

It was a strange gesture and an awkward accent.

"I'm an on-call officer..... but who are you?! "

Luang shouts with a vigilant face and sends a distress call to prevent the opponent from noticing.

Agility, relaxation, and awkward imperial language that cannot be seen as refugees.

But I'm not sure yet.

If they were the figures he assumed, they wouldn't be able to afford it.

"First of all, I want to send you a signal. "

The man pulls the horn trumpet out of his arms.

Then he bites and blows without a bird to stop him.

Booooooooooooooo!

As soon as I heard it, Luang began to tremble less.

"Ho. You seem to have experience in veterans by reacting so violently to this sound? "

The man who took the horn trumpet out of his mouth died.

Luang couldn't answer.

He was completely frightened and returned to his new recruit days.

The nightmare that I thought I'd forgotten all about came to mind.

"Winter Devil's Roar! "

Luang shouts like a seizure.

The corpse's face was distorted.

"What? That childish, shabby name. "

The man who used to slay his mouth grabbed his face.

But he said with a face that seemed just bad to others.

"I will introduce you formally. This is Valrhad Ranger 2nd Battalion, Squadron Commander Jordan. "

The inside of the wall became noisy terribly before the words were finished.

"Oh! My commander has succeeded in grabbing your lord's collar. "

In the words of a man named Jordan, Luang reflectively turns his head.

The first thing I saw was a knight with a pale moonlit flashlight.

The next thing I saw was the head of the noble baron who once ruled this battalion.

Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Luang, who was suddenly dumbfounded by the Lord's death, hardened.

A damp breath that touches the back.

He turns his squeaking head forcefully and looks back.

Krrrrrr.

One of the oaks who climbed the wall smiled, revealing it.

A demon of winter in front and a monstrous monster behind.

"Luck is not a bitch. "

Luang utters a small swearing.

Splash.

The Orc lifts the bloody axe.

Sasasac.

At the same time, the sound of the serpent flinging his tongue dug out his ear.

Luang opens his eyes.

There were five short arrows on the face of the oak.

Incomprehensible situation.

Shush.

The oak moans back and forth.

"Stop the Orcs! "

At that moment the battle began.

The Orcs climb the walls in unison.

The frightened soldiers put out spears and swords.

Khhhhhhhh!

"Argh!"

The nervousness and screaming were all right.

Luang watches the sights as he is ignorant.

"Stupid! What a fool is a commander! "

If it weren't for Jorden's insistence, he would have been so excited long after.

"Five soldiers in one! I don't want to kill you, I push you, I think I drop you! "

Luang, who was furious, asked me unknowingly.

"Hey, a lot of guys are already up there! "

"Leave them to us! "

At the same time, the men disguised as refugees, the Rangers of Balahard, spread out all over the place.

Khhhhhh!

Kiehe!

A terrible scream erupts from the orcs everywhere.

"If it had been the Blade Mountains, they would have been slaughtered before they even grabbed the sword! "

In the meantime, the sound of Ranger Jorden's voice echoes as if he was somehow divine.

Luang watches the demons of winter as if they were the natural enemies of the Orcs.

They were no longer demons.

Now, this moment was a trustworthy friendship.

"I am the best Ranger in the kingdom! It's Jordan!"

It was rather sloppy and chatty.

* * *

"You're doing better than I thought. "

The young officer's face was subtly stiffened as the old crewmember passed by.

I noticed something on my mind.

"I still care. "

The marshal, who saw the chief of staff, kicked his tongue and said,

"I'm still not sure if this is what it takes as a human being. "

The chief answered and hesitated.

"If you care so much, I'd rather not have an operation. Don't you think it's funny that a party who has all the details planned to come and say that now? "

"I know, but no matter how hostile he is, he's still human. It's a bit of an inhumane thing to do with monsters....."

"Hey, Malcolm. "

"Yes, sir. "

"If you want to be inhumane and inhumane on the battlefield, pack your bags and go to the rear now. I will give you the opportunity to feed your humanitarian allies by entrusting them with my special task. "

The chief shook his body in a cold voice.

"It's not like that....."

"No. Even now, the warriors of the battlefield are moving with their lives at stake in the operations you've put in place. But that's what the Chief of Staff is saying! It's enough to insult the soldiers! "

"I'm sorry, I had a short thought. "

The Chief Apostle apologized for his tenacity.

The marshal received an apology, but did not reproach him any more.

I only continued to speak in a tone that was completely depressed.

"The monsters that appeared on my land were blood that should be buried in their hands at any moment. Those who were rushed to take care of my comfort and pretended not to know the people who had fallen into the crossfire and postponed their duties are now doing my job. "

The marshal's tone was soft, but at the same time had a majesty that could not be gaussed.

"My allies only deliver my duty to the nostrils of hypocrites who do not find my duty first. "

If any of them did not take care of the people because of the circumstances, they would give help, and if the Huanmuli only took care of my comfort to the end, they would let the monsters perish. The crew member asked if they had done their best as human beings.

"I'm sorry, my heart is not strong, I'm sorry. "

"That's it. That's it. From now on, you'll have to consolidate your heart. "

"I will."

The conversation came in for a while, and the staff took their seats.

And as I waited, only one Duke appeared in the kingdom.

"I didn't think there was any babysitting in the crew's work. "

The marshal replied without hesitation after the Duke threw his head.

"If the child were to grow up and become a pillar of the kingdom, there would be no babysitting. "

"By the way, the horses are liquidated. "

The Duke shakes his head and turns the topic.

"By the way, the empire's powers are more confused than expected. It's amazing that I don't intend to join forces even when this has come to an end. Maybe Montpellier, the writer is too good at his job. "

"How many hours did it take to roast the lords of displacement to a writer who scorched a country? "

"So is that. His Majesty said that Montpellier was the best at bipolar and congestive epilepsy, and that was true. "

The marshal laughs, saying that it is the right flat.

"It's good for us anyway. Thanks to you, there is no resistance yet. "

"That doesn't mean there was no battle. In the past month, our allies have had to fight quite a lot. The battle was with monsters, not the Imperial Army. "

"If not, the Rangers' mission was too heavy, and they were trying to shift troops……."

"No problem. Those who have been called out for joy are going to eat me. I'm going to do something. "

Though he was proud to appear in the face of the party, as if he had seen the breasts, the marshal gave him a proper tune.

"Balearic Rangers are worth it. Aren't they the best warriors in the kingdom? "

"Not that much, but they're the right ones. "

The duc's nose and mouth were full.

It was a face that seemed to hold a smile forcefully.

How could he not manage his expression, and the crew laughed without a sound.

The crewmember smiling deeply asked.

"A letter from His Majesty from the royal family arrived. I wonder what the hell you said. "

The Duke twisted his face.

"See for yourself. "

He then took the plea out of his arms.

The marshal opened his eyes and read the contents of the pledge.

In fact, I didn't have anything to read and sleep with.

There was only one line in the bid.

Coming soon.