In the anti, Vincent didn't forget what he had to do.
"Pour oil! "
There were monsters rushing against the wall as the gates opened terribly. Oil spills over the monsters.
"Fire!"
After defeating the recruits, the ancient rangers shoot the flaming arrows.
Aggravation!
The oil caught fire. In an instant, flas gushed to the left and right of the glottis.
But it was not enough.
I couldn't stop the monsters who were completely insane with just a few jars of oil.
"Shoot!"
Rangers dangerously stretch out of the walls and shoot arrows at both sides of the gate. The monsters beca hives in the baptism of arrows that hundreds of rangers poured at a ti.
Nevertheless, the monsters rushed towards the gate, and the rangers desperately stopped them.
"Troops on the move! We're all out of the gates! "
"Lower the glottis! "
At the end of the speech, the glottis growls and drops.
The monsters rushing toward the gate with the body on fire beca blood loaves.
"Slay all the remaining knights in the castle through the gates! "
Vincent continued to give instructions with his gaze still in the front.
In his eyes, the horsen that had escaped from the gate swiftly swept away from the farthest snowfield and ran to the west wall.
"Hmm?"
Vincent looked at the leader and his eyes widened.
Until a little while ago, I could not see the prince who was running to the front with a sword with a blue flashlight.
The only thing he saw was a white horse running alone without a rider, followed by black spearheaders.
Vincent found a prince with a sausage. But no prince could be found anywhere in that rank.
"The one prince who preaches! "
Aggravation!
He cries out like a scream, looking for a prince, and suddenly a flash of light rises in his eyes beneath the wall.
He chases after the flashes like a hollow, looking down at the wall.
"Ah..."
There was a prince. Gripping the blue shining sword firmly with both hands, he leans on the fla and carries only his followers and elf swords in green capes.
"Your Majesty! Why! "
The prince did not answer. I just stepped up and lifted my sword.
One step at a ti.
That one was never small.
Tofu weir.
Dozens of monster heads fell on the wall while using a musical instrunt.
The bodies of monsters who did not realize what had happened to them until the mont their necks fell, scratching the walls. The golden flashes stole the monsters that fell so late.
That was the beginning.
A prince began to run along the wall. A golden flash and a green shadow followed.
Bloody winds blew under the walls.
One man and twenty won passed, and all I had left was the dead bodies of monsters.
"Wow!"
Soldiers clinging to the wall shout.
The shoulder that shrunk at the mouth of the mountain ranges was straightened one day, and the face that was bleached with fear of monsters wearing musical instrunts under the walls remained red.
I saw no more fear. The soldiers were only drunken by the power of the first-ever Swordmaster.
But Vincent couldn't just cheer like a soldier.
At first, he too, along with the soldiers, just cheered on the role of the prince.
Later, however, when he rembered that he had forgotten, he had to hold his jaw tightly biting and groaning.
He was rembering.
When he landed, he took the ball to extinguish the newly gained power for a while. I didn't even let myself know if the energy I couldn't digest would be drained out of my body.
It was a year after my father was on the battlefield.
However, the prince had no choice but to use the Aurora Blade as a stabler.
I didn't even know that the energy that should have been extinguished in ti and made entirely of myself was scattering in the air.
I had to stop now. I ran to the other side where the prince was. Then I stopped walking.
Maybe the prince doesn't know that.
The conversation I had with the prince just before I entered the arena touched my head.
When asked if it was necessary to leave the gate, the prince replied that the atmosphere must sohow be reversed before nightfall. He didn't seem to be able to afford to tell how to fight the dead.
Vincent chews his lips as he looks at the prince far away.
The youngest Swordmaster in the kingdom gave up the infinite possibilities given to him, and was burning himself.
Only to be the light upon which soldiers will rely in the coming darkness.
It was frustrating.
The prince is struggling with my possibilities and my future, and the lord himself is only teasing on the safe wall.
I wanted to open the gates and run away and join them right away. But I couldn't leave the wall.
He was a lord, not a knight.
I thought I could understand why my father chose to remain in the enemy camp as an article at the last minute.
I bit my chin tight.
He speaks for himself. As the lord of the Winter Castle, not the Knight Vincent Ballerhard, he has made up his mind.
Now, what the Lord of Winter Castle has to do is look around the battlefield and lead the soldiers.
"I'm a Ranger! From this mont on, we will destroy the monsters under the walls with all our might! "
Only the youngest promising Swordmaster did his best to wield the sword less than once. I was only encouraging the Rangers to shoot more arrows once.
"Don't spare , pour! "
At the end of the pivot, knights, including the Black Spear Soldiers, reached the end of the wall and began sweeping the monsters from the other side.
The rangers on the wall shot arrows in unison.
Vincent stares at the battlefield with his eyes open.
Instead of the Lord, I watched over all the swords of the one prince who was carrying a heavy burden. I put the weight in my eyes again.
* *
"Hua!"
I threw up a long breath.
I felt like I was barely down.
But the sluggishness wasn't completely gone.
There was quite a bit of Elixir's energy in my body that I still couldn't digest. If left intact, it was a poison that could stiffen in the body, disrupt the flow of the Mana, and collide with the Mana of the Heart to beco a waste.
The sa decay as this sieve will disappear after burning all the poison. I gather the energy of Elixir and continue to burn it on the Black Day.
Then, they catch monsters, release toxins, and promote the morale of soldiers.
That's the first stone trillion.
How much energy they were draining.
By the ti Elixir's remaining energy was no longer threatening, , Adelia, and the Sword Hee reached the middle of the eastern wall.
"Your Majesty!"
I want to hear horseshoes behind my back, but I can hear the cavalry commander calling .
"Stand down!"
Closer to the notice than the warning, I hurriedly grabbed Adelia's waist and fell from the wall.
The Black Horsen and Knights passed right in front of .
Trampling monsters scratching the walls.
"Your Majesty! Are you all right! "
Carls and the court knights, who were mixed up between the cavalry, rushed to .
"Are you hurt? "
I look over the wall, wiggling my hand roughly at Kars's chattering words.
I saw rangers staring down the wall, pulling the protest and repeating the loosening. Soldiers who were passively following orders with a face that seed to choke on fear no longer existed.
Akdamun, these eyes full of speculation, the soldiers were completely imrsed in the battle.
"Whoo."
I felt like I was leaving now because of the warmth that remained so fine.
I sighed with relief.
Adelia's movents were frequent as she wandered in her arms. The murders of the battlefield that drove her crazy slowly disappeared.
And at so point, her footsteps stopped.
"Your Majesty."
A lone-eyed cavalry captain approaches and calls .
He nods and raises his sword high.
"We won! "
Then he shouted.
"I won!"
"Monsters destroyed! "
Knights roar.
The rangers who stretched over the walls followed the victory cry.
But there was no room for victory.
It was sunset one day.
"Everyone returns to the castle! "
The glottis is open.
Knights led the wounded through the gates. I too, who remained until the end and watched the return of the knights, soon followed them through the gates.
"Ignition!"
"Stick to it!"
Hundreds of fireworks started to burn.
But even with hundreds of fires, the darkness could not be completely extinguished, so the night was crawling.
And at that mont, the dead, who were curled up in the shadows of the mountains, were released.
Sasasasak.
The snowfield, which shined pale with moonlight, quickly swallowed black.
The faces of the soldiers, who were reminded of the joy of victory, were darkening again.
I stand in the middle of the wall and raise my sword high.
Pot!
The Earth began to glow white.
The Orrablade, made up of my pure Mana, not the energy of Elixir, shines over its fierce walls.
It is not enough to drive out the darkness that has already fallen into the world completely, but to be a fire on which the Night Soldiers can rely.
I continued to shed light on Earth.
Soldiers turn their heads along the light. Thousands of pairs of eyes were looking at .
"Tonight! "
Then I looked at them and shouted in horror.
"None of them will cross the wall, not the living! "
It was an encouragent to give to the soldiers, and at the sa ti a warning to the dead who shrug their chins in the darkness where there is no light.
"Drop the oil pot under the wall! "
In my words, the Rangers pushed down the heavy oil jar.
Wang!
Under the wall, the fire that remained undisturbed was transferred to oil. The fire ignited by the oil began to burn more slowly by nourishing the corpses of the monsters.
A curtain of fire appeared along the wall.
I stare beyond the burning flas.
The darkness that was approaching smouldering retreated from the flas.
But this was not enough to have a long night.
"Inherit the soldiers. "
Vincent bites the soldiers without saying a word. Regular soldiers, apart from the knights, were placed under the wall, and their swords and weapons were recovered and placed in the warehouse and sealed.
"Loosen the chain of sheaves with the bars of the gate. "
Without ceasing there, I released the chains of the sheaves connected to the gates and kept them elsewhere. Then, instead of the defenders who managed the gate because it was not enough, I chose the chosen knights to guard the gate.
"Whatever you see, whatever you hear, you must never be deceived. "
"I'm not going to turn my head, I'm not going to turn my ear. "
Unhesitant answers from the knights, I would not have doubted that they would keep my word, as usual.
But not today.
"Look at each other, but if anyone shows strange behavior, report it imdiately. "
"Again, ten tis. "
I couldn't even smile at Vincent's Nurse.
It wasn't enough.
"Everyone eat hard. "
Today will be a really long night.
* *
The flas that burned by nourishing the fat that was on the monsters' bodies slowly shrivelled, so that they could barely light up under the walls.
The darkness approaches as much as the light weakens. I can hear the sound of that sigh in my ear.
And the real night began.
"Umm..."
I began to hear the sound of sickness all over the walls.
Beyond the walls, the eyes of so rangers looking at the snowfield were dull. In the brotherhood there were so who shed tears.
"Your Majesty. What the hell..."
As I was looking at them, Vincent approached and spoke.
His face was filled with tears. While I was looking at , I was surprised as if I had heard anything. Many tis, I had never seen a rock that was as firm as usual.
"Never shake. "
"Thy Majesty. That's not it..."
Vincent grabs my shoulder and points down the wall with his opposite hand.
"My father! My father is there! "
It was only darkness where his fingers pointed.
"My father is alive! "
I raised my hand and slapped Vincent's cheek.
"The outsider is dead. Keep your head together. "
I spoke to him maliciously.
"The Holy Master, when you are shaken, this castle will not pass over today and will collapse. "
The eye, which was constantly shaking, found its original position again.
"Sin, sorry. Your Majesty."
"Energize and protect your mind. Don't let the dead get to you. "
I didn't bla Vincent.
It wasn't just Vincent.
"Lidoval, I can't believe you're alive... wait. I'll save you."
"Wake up! Get this son of a bitch! "
My fellow rangers have been making a fuss about grasping a ranger running like jumping under a wall.
Such scenes were happening all over the walls, no, all over the castle.
The recruits under the walls were causing a match and showing signs of confusion as a group. Healthy soldiers and knights road around and defeated them. Occasionally, so of them rushed toward the gate with their eyes turned back. The knights who were guarding the gates beat them to pieces.
I stare at the gloomy darkness beneath the wall.
The dead cannot invade the realm without the permission of the living, and they are waiting for the living to open their own doors.
Idrian. My nephew. Open the door.
The wound is deep. If you don't heal quickly...
Why don't you open the door when I'm back?
Whispering constantly in the voice of soone who wants the living to et him or her again.
I stopped breathing.
Not one of the high places, the majestic thrones.
There is nothing that I cannot sit on.
I cried out the [Poem of the Lost King].
Goooooooooo.
My wrath has spread to the whole city at the dawn of ti.
Frequent rumbling, groaning, and urgent shouting. And finally complete silence ca.
Shh. Shh.
Darkness flies her tongue and stares at .
"If the king of the lions were to co today, he would have taken it, and it would not have been taken. "
The Orrablad is my tooth, and the poem is my roar. I stare into the darkness and groan.
So that the long night was gone, I stood in one place, constantly reminding the darkness that I was here.
How long has it been?
I heard the dawn chicken crying from afar.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
The darkness flies its tongue once, and it slowly begins to retreat.
That far east is coming. The morning finally brightened as the Earth drove out the night.
"Ah..."
Mack's unraveled knights and the groaning of the soldiers sit down and dig into his ears.
"What, are you back? "
I shook my head unconsciously after soone said a word of relief.
Because I knew.
The real nightmare was the beginning.
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