On a cold morning, looking at the city in the spring at the beginning of March.

Since its founding, the capital has never suffered from war or killing.

The people of the imperial capital were pampered, and they lived an idle and wealthy life of drinking tea and participating in various balls every day.

Today, too, was supposed to be a day to enjoy breakfast as usual and enjoy life after eating - but it was broken by a sudden enemy attack.

The people of the imperial capital kneaded their sleepy eyes and yawned, and before the yawn was finished, they saw soldiers with hideous faces and bloody bodies like evil spirits breaking into the houses, kicking open the shops, and began to smash and burn, even women and babies were spared.

"See, hell......!!! who are these?!" a servant shuddered when he saw this, and hurriedly closed the door of his master.

However, the moment the door was about to close, a hand came out directly from the two cracks!

The hand was strong and powerful, stained with the smell of blood, and the servant could not push it out no matter how hard he tried.

"Someone, someone, help!" cried the servant in panic, unable to compete with the hand with all his might, and could only watch in despair as the door was propped open by the hand until it was fully opened.

"Bang ——!"

The servant was knocked to the ground by the open door, and he sat down on the ground, looking at the soldier with a weapon and a human head in his hand, and was directly frightened!

He retreated frantically and cried out for help in despair: "Help! Kill! Help!! ——!!!"

With the screams of the servants, a head rolled to the ground with a grunt, and the soldier picked up the head and pinned it to his waist without stopping, and then entered the main hall!

......

It was the most miserable day ever experienced by the people of Wangcheng, and the fierce Andus soldiers trampled on their bones and dignity, and with every knife dropped, a life was lost.

Even if there are guards and the like who are resisting, these imperial capital people who have been pampered since childhood are the opponents of veterans who have seen blood on the battlefield.

Therefore, many captives had 8 heads pinned to their waists, and some had 4 or 5 heads. At the same time as these heads were acquired, many houses and shops were destroyed.

Horn stood in front of the warehouse, behind him a raging fire.

The burning smell of burning fat and protein was disgusting, and there was the sound of human bones exploding.

Horn was waiting.

She's waiting for a clever time.

In the case of not too much loss, it happens to make the people feel fear and despair.

That kind of moment, that's when she comes in.

She will invade the enemies of the imperial capital with her sword and save the people from dire straits.

Since the Andusians didn't burn and loot, she forced them to do it.

A great cause must be sacrificed.

She thought a little cruelly, would the people of the imperial capital who were kept in the dark still be grateful for her merits?

Horn smiled a little wistfully.

"Hahahaha! hahahaha......"

Soon, a number of soldier captives came to the warehouse with dozens of heads.

Hopefully, they placed the head in front of Horn and said, "Your Highness, Your Highness!

Horn glanced at the number of heads, none of them were bad, and she smiled approvingly, "Well done." ”

The captive cautiously probed, "Your Highness, what about the clothes we want to change?"

Hearing this, Horn asked with some confusion, "Clothes?"

"That's right, that's what you said before, let's change into your own soldiers' clothes!"

Horn instantly understood, "Oh, that dress, wait a minute, Victor!"

The head of Silvein's henchmen, Victor, stepped forward and said, "Yes!"

The captives breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Xie Dian...... Uh——?!!"

In the terrifying eyes of the captives, Victor directly led his henchmen through their throats without hesitation!

A captive who was not yet dead clutched the blood that kept gushing from his throat, and uttered a terrifying and angry voice before he died: "Horn Moore! You vile poisonous woman!

Horn said lightly: "You killed my people, destroyed the property of my imperial capital, and still want me to let you go?"

"Then you made it—"

Before he could finish speaking, Horn killed him with a sword.

Scold.

It's so innocent and cute.

How could she possibly keep this group of people?

Spare them their lives and let them reveal the good things she has done in the future?!

I'm sorry, but she believes in the dead more than the mouths of the living.

The henchmen threw the captive's corpse directly into the warehouse, where it was burned by fire.

Horn was numb with pain behind her right ear, and blood was oozing from the horrific knife marks, and when Halfe asked her if she wanted to find a military doctor, Horn refused.

Of course, it can't be bandaged now, but if she bandages, won't her dear people of Wangcheng see it?

Seeing that the time was almost up, Horn turned over his horse, held his long sword, and ordered, "Do it!"

The henchmen immediately followed her into the streets of Wangcheng, ready to harvest the remaining prisoners of the soldiers.

In the alley, a woman escaped from the collapsed house, holding a baby and behind her was a soldier striding after her, with dead heads on her waist.

The woman fled frantically, but it was a dead end.

There was no way for her to escape.

"Who's going to save us! Help! The devil is coming! Don't come......!" the woman held the baby in her arms, huddled in the corner, and wept helplessly.

“9、10...... Exactly!" The bloodied captive counted the eight heads around his waist, licked the blood from his mouth, and approached the mother and son excitedly.

It's just two.

"Please, please, let my child go!" the woman pleaded bitterly, holding the child and not letting go.

The baby was frightened and cried: "Wow wow, wow, wow......"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, die!" the soldier captive raised his sword aloft, his eyes full of madness.

"Ah—!!!h

However, the imaginary pain did not come, and the woman waited with a stiff neck, when suddenly a warm drip into her collar.

She cautiously opened her eyes, only to see the tall man in front of her fall to the ground, and behind him was a girl covered in blood on a handsome horse.

The girl neatly retracted her sword and said to the woman, "I am the eldest daughter of the Sikaya royal family, and my name is Horn Moore. Please don't be afraid! You're safe now, please hide in the house for a while, and I'll call someone to clean up the aftermath immediately!"

After saying that, the girl went away.

The woman knelt on the ground with the child in her arms gratefully, and the escape from death brought tears to her eyes: "Thank you, Your Highness! Thank you, Your Highness!

Horn, who was far away, waved his hand, and the corners of his mouth pulled into a triumphant smile.

Next, as concocted, Horn "saved" many desperate people.

She was covered in blood, but the look of her eyes was firmly engraved in the hearts of many people.

"Thanks to Your Highness, without you, we would all be dead!" said the people who had survived the catastrophe.

The corpses of those people, as well as the corpses of the enemy, Horn deliberately let the people who cleaned up the battlefield slowly clean up, so that this group of well-pampered people of the imperial capital could see how she struggled to quell this war and save them from the dire situation.

The hellish scene of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood outside the city The people also witnessed it, and many people vomited directly on the spot, and some were even more timid, and directly fell to the ground with soft feet.

They threw Horn up one after another:

"Your Highness is mighty!"

"Your Highness is brave!"

"We will always love you!"

......

Horn was surrounded by the people, and she smiled politely and weakly, "This is what I should do, it's great to see that you are all right......"

After saying that, he fell to the ground.

The crowd immediately exploded and shouted in panic: "Doctor, where is the doctor? Your Highness has fainted!"

The sharp-eyed man shouted, "Look behind Your Highness's right ear! She's wounded! Oh my God, such a deep wound, Your Highness continues to hold on, God, please bless her......"

Soon someone pushed through the crowd and said anxiously: "I'm a doctor...... Get out of the way!"

"Ah, it's Doctor Wuheng! Let him come in and treat His Highness!"

"Great! Wu Heng is the best doctor in Wangcheng! Your Highness will definitely be fine!"