I Became the First Prince - Chapter 331
331. 86. Spring Summer Autumn Winter (1)
The moment the king of the fairies opened his mouth to me in a sudden change, I was about to jump forward with combat skills.
Bang bang!
It burst out from the back.
Fresh!
At the same time, dozens of flaming stalks were plunged into the midst of the fairies.
Bang!
Turning his head, the dwarves’ iron canisters, which had just finished heating, were throwing up a raging smoke.
“I didn’t mix long words with a fairy in my sleep!”
The commander of the Iron Corps, a boiling iron corps with snowy eyes, grabbed the axe and shouted.
Kaaaaaaaah!
Behind it, the non-dragons fly up.
At the forefront was King Dothrin.
“I’ve missed the battle with the Emperor, but I can’t give up the elves!”
As if to hear it, the King of Dothrin passed over my head.
“Where the storm is going, my steps are coming soon! All the places where the blue of the sky reaches will be where my spear reaches!”
Late in the day, the chant of the climate rang out to the world.
Courrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
The whole sky started to cry.
“To Her Majesty the Queen!”
Beyond that I heard hundreds shouting like one.
Duncan Seymour Tudor and Rose Thorn Division were behind the fairies.
It was also an instant that the ranks of fairies became dizzy.
I frowned.
I stretched back the black slug that was aimed at the front.
I was embarrassed.
Of course I was going to jump first, but I missed the timing.
“Your Majesty.”
Arwen came to me and asked me what to do.
Next to him was a dwarf army commander who ran all the way to the front line and emitted a nosebleed.
I turned my head again rather than look at them.
Bang!
The lightning fell from the sky.
Qaaaaaaaah!
With a gust of wind, the non-dragons plunged down.
Grrrrrrrrrgh!
The flaming fairies scream at the monsters.
Aaaah!
Nymphs stitched to the spear of the non-dragon knight scream.
The Fumi Nymphs, caught in a series of raids by the Rose Spider Division, have been geographically obsessed for a long time.
There were no separate amendments.
The words of the dominant species, once mocked at humans from a high place, were truly miserable.
Of course, I didn’t feel as much compassion as I did.
The wretchedness of the present is only a reward for their own sins wherever they are.
The last of the evil people who filled their boats with tragedy had nothing to add.
But not everyone was just wandering around miserably like that.
Despite the saturation of the Iron Cannon and the assault of the non-dragons, while my people were dying miserably, there was a crowd of noble spiders who stood still and looked this way in the midst of the clan warriors being trampled.
The bloodiest, noblest fairy.
Among the longest-established monsters.
Even though they were punished by corruption, there were still bloody fairies who looked at the world arrogantly.
High Elves and Elder High Elves.
They stood in the middle of the same battlefield as Abi Gyu-ryuk and looked at this side quietly.
It’s like he’s calling me.
“But I still have my share.”
I was more than happy.
“Your Majesty.”
Then Arwen asked me to give the order again.
“Strive for those who fight.”
So I answered briefly and went forward.
“Forward Knights!”
“Large Ranger Fire Standby! The infantrymen are holding their positions!”
Behind a busy ally, I move forward.
So I came to the footsteps of the confused fairies.
Some of the elves in the line ran at me.
I did not stop walking.
I just walked with my sword extended.
Spatula.
Before the sword of the fairies touched me, the light flashed.
At the same time, the heads of the fairies who rushed to me rolled over the floor.
“Your Majesty!”
Kars, who was following me, surrounded me with his court knights.
More elves rushed.
But neither of them came to me, nor did they stop my steps.
Adelia and Eli stand at the forefront and pave the way.
“Wireman to the left! The rest to the right!”
“Ha!”
The knight who made Arwen a must went after him and cut off the fairies and handed them over.
“Don’t lose to humans!”
The Dwarves will run through the knights and smash the heads of the Elf Elves.
The stain of corruption, the monster’s bluishly discolored blood, soaked my feet.
Scratching.
I walked on blood and reached before the bloody fairies.
I stopped walking and saw a fairy with a king’s coffin that didn’t even fit over her ugly head.
The Nymph Monarch did not show much urgency, even as he greeted the enemy back and forth and countless of my people died.
“Nothing changes. You and your knights will all bury bones here.”
He’s still arrogant, and he doesn’t care about killing me and the rest of my knights.
It wasn’t just wrong.
The healing magic that the wizards poured on me might have healed the wounds of bloodshed, but it didn’t even heal them.
The empty heart remained the same.
Even the knights who followed me here were not recovered from large and small injuries, so they were unable to fully exercise their original power.
If the people who were hiding in the first place were to show up, that’s why.
But they had to know.
This was not their place today, nor my knights’ place to die.
This was just the execution I prepared for them.
I saw the bloody fairies standing behind the fairy monarch with my eyes.
Thinking about the future Ophelia showed me, the face of the haters who put their swords in the hearts of the dearest in the world where I died and disappeared.
I threw out one ugly face at a time.
“An outsider. Do you know who he is?”
“What do you mean?”
“The one who dug in the eyes of an outsider.”
I added a line fairy where the foreigner’s fingertips point.
All the fairies we’ve drawn together are nine.
I fixed Earth.
The Elf Monarch stares at me.
It was like laughing at me.
But his face didn’t last long.
“What…?”
He looked at me with his eyes open late, but then it was too late.
Nine strands of scintillation blooming from the tip of the sword stretched forward.
Spatula. Degur.
Nine headaches rolled to the ground.
Fujic!
It was a blood fountain.
The nine bodies that lost their heads collapsed.
“Hoo. I’m feeling better now.”
Instead of the nine headless bodies falling down and buzzing with their limbs, I stole the bloodless Earth.
“So.”
Then he raised his chin and looked at the fairy monarch.
“Who buries bones here?”
The one who looks at the body with his eyes open, turns his head to me again.
The face of the man who was torn apart by terror and chaos was truly worth looking at.
“This much power would not have been left for you…!”
The trembling voice of the one who was snarling with false majesty was also pathetic.
“I guess it’s not just the sword and strength that you lost because of the corruption.”
So I kicked my tongue and said,
“He or she was stuck in the woods, and all he forgot was to play with the king.”
With all due contempt.
“Well, it doesn’t matter.”
As you can see, I put a light on the tip of the sword.
“If you don’t know, just let me know.”
An earthy light gathers at the end of the sword.
Aggravation.
A flashlight that is essentially different from the one you smoked on the Mana.
“Feel it in your body, carve it in your soul.”
It was a gift only allowed to the knight who reached the myth. It was the life that I walked through.
“I don’t know what you forgot.”
Salt and karma were the essence of the myth that was finally completed.
Jiaying.
The light that stretched out widely narrowed and narrowed again to become a line.
“Spread out!”
The fairy monarch shouted in haste and set up a sword to cover my chest.
At the same time, a dark blue energy blooms from the tip of his sword.
Spatula.
I heard something cut off.
“Hey, this is…”
He looks at the sword with his eyes full of disbelief.
The bogeyman was cut clean when he pushed the ball.
His gaze sweeps around.
Nymphs who have not escaped their seats mutter as they look at their king.
But the blood that flows out of their mouths is not a question.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
The red line around the chest, the contrary torso, flows down the line.
Fivora rises.
The one with blue blood all over his body looks at me again.
His face is wrinkled like a devil.
“Destroy the humans!”
The bloody fairies, scattered all around, rushed together at the behest of the wicked.
“To His Royal Highness!”
I ran out face to face like the knights were waiting.
“Kaaaaaah!”
“Death to evil elves!”
The leaders shouted aloud and shouted aloud, scattering their swords toward each other.
Flashes bloom all over the place, and sounds burst.
I turned my head again and chased after the fairy monarch.
“Not as much as you!”
The one who twisted his face like a demon is coming at me.
I swiped my sword instead of looking at him quietly.
Jiaying.
The flashes stretched out again.
He dares to twist his body without reaching for the light.
The trajectory of light cuts through the void.
In the meantime, the one closest to me stabbed half the sword.
A dark blue energy flies like a cannon.
I retreated and scratched my wrist instead.
The tip of the sword shook and the light scattered in the air.
The dark blue lump that I was building was caught in the scattered light and shattered.
He reveals himself behind scattered dark blue pieces.
I shake my sword again, looking at the evil eye, which is fueled by malice and murder.
I strangled him at the end of the trajectory of light stretching in a straight line on the blade.
He bows down, shouting.
By that time, the trajectory of light was redirected and passed over his shoulder.
He twists his body there a few times.
But I couldn’t shake the trajectory of light alone, so I put him back in my power of reasoning just by sliding the tip of the sword.
Turn, bend, jump, back.
His posture and position have changed dozens of times in the meantime.
I’ve been chasing him through the trajectory dozens of times.
The king of the arrogant fairies, who only knows me well, ran here and there, and turned to dust, and rolled the floor.
But even if he forgot his face and smoked the court, he couldn’t avoid my attack.
Sprinkle.
At first, my hair was cut off.
Spatula.
Next time, my ears were cut off.
(chuckles)
And then I slanted back to my chest. I slit my thighs.
The decent crown was in the middle of nowhere, and the well-organized hair was scattered.
The king’s majesty is nothing.
“How dare you!”
He yells at me with a demonic face.
Either that or I’m constantly pushing him.
“What a petty human!”
Subject: The communication of the ignorant flows into one ear.
I drove all the way to the end.
He was persistent and did not succumb easily.
But now that his face is finished, there’s a feeling of helplessness and despair.
“Now, wait!”
The one with the severed finger rushes out and steps back.
“I think I remember now.”
I stretched the sword I aimed at.
“How humans fought in the past.”
And he came in front of him and said,
“How you were dragged down from the throne.”
You look like a frightened sheep.
“What it means to fight a mythical knight.”
It’s the same as the four forefathers who bowed down and pleaded indiscriminately before the Five Precedents.
“But you will have no mercy on your forefathers.”