The battle lasted from midnight until dawn.

The morning light was faint, and the battlefield seemed solemn and terrifying.

The battle at the West Gate was nearing its end, and it was only time to recover the remnants of the South Gate and the North Gate and the influx of enemies in the city.

Horn was covered in blood, and his sword had cut through the gaps.

She half-leaned against the city walls, scanning the brutal and bloody battlefield beneath the city.

As she said before, she would advance and retreat with the soldiers.

Therefore, the officers and soldiers who were not convinced themselves were a little impressed by her at the moment.

Their Highness didn't retreat to the rear for people to protect, she really killed the enemy, and killed a lot.

Ruthless, straight to the point, without any fancy tricks, the sword has only one purpose - that is, to kill the other party.

An officer beside her handed her a clean handkerchief and said, "Your Highness, wipe it." ”

Horn took it, wiped her bloody face, straightened her hair, and a hideous wound behind her right ear was exposed to the air, her skin peeling open, and her ear almost fell off.

"Your Highness, you are wounded?!" the officer shouted when he saw this, "Doctor!

Horn stopped him and said, "I'll talk about it later, report the battle damage to me first!"

A soldier stepped forward and panted and said: "Your Highness, up to now, our army has killed a total of 107 heavy cavalry, wounded 186 and ...... archers."

"Stop!" Horn stopped him, "first report to me about the people and houses in the city!"

The soldier immediately replied: "Back to Your Highness! At present, there seems to be no death toll among the people, and a small number of people close to the battlefield have been injured, and the houses and shops are not seriously damaged!"

Horn clapped his hands and smiled with relief, "Great! We are fighting to defend our homes and families! God bless my people of Sikaya!"

The soldiers couldn't help but be a little moved when they saw that she cared so much about the people.

When a soldier saw that she was covered in blood, he persuaded: "Your Highness, you should heal and rest first!

Horn rejected him, and she leaned against the walls to regain some strength, and then got up directly to find Silvein.

What is going on under the mask of compassion?

Horn was thinking about how to kill more people and smash more houses and shops.

That's not all she wants......

Sivane was also covered in blood, he seemed to be in good spirits, he had just experienced a bloody battle, and he looked domineering. Originally, there was a scar on his face, but at this moment, it added blood, and it looked even more fierce and unkind.

Horn waved off all the people around Sivane and asked him, "Are there any prisoners?"

Silvein said, "Yes." About 500 people. ”

"Take me to them, and bring your most loyal henchmen. ”

The captives were all tied up in a large warehouse near the West City Gate, and many of them were wounded and disabled.

When they saw Horn and the others come in, they all stared at them angrily and hatefully.

"Bastards!

"You're going to hell!"

......

Many people scolded directly, but Horn ignored it. She asked Silvein's henchmen to replace all the guards and let them clean up the battlefield.

Then the door of the warehouse was shut, and the warehouse, which had been empty, was now crowded with prisoners, and the smell of blood and sweat was pervasive, suffocating. In the undulating flames of the torches used for lighting on the wall, Horn's face was expressionless.

She asked, "Do you want to live?"

"Phew!Dog Sikaya!What kind of conspiracy do you have?!"

"Don't want us to surrender!"

"We're not going to give any information, let's die!"

Horn said: "Those who want to live, all move to the right, do something for me, and I will let you go back to Andus." Those who want to die, stay put. ”

"Get out, why should we believe you?!" one of the captives chirped, hatred written all over his face.

Horn walked up to him and said, "That's a good question. ”

She drew her sword and slammed it straight through the captive's throat.

"Woo...... blood gushed from his neck, and the captives let out a painful struggle.

Horn said disdainfully: "Of course you can not believe me, but at this moment, do you have any other choice?"

She put the bloody sword directly into the sheath, put her hands around her chest, and spat out the words cold: "Let me tell you first, Sikaya's original order not to kill prisoners does not exist with me. When you die, I will strip you naked, hang your corpses on the city walls, wait until he dries, and then chop them into pieces and feed them to the horses!"

- This is an extremely vicious curse on the Valoran continent.

Legend has it that when a soldier died, stripped naked, hung on the city wall to dry, and put into the belly of a horse, his family would be implicated, and the family would decline, and the man would become a prostitute. And he himself, after death, will also go to hell.

Of course, if anyone does do this, it is a hatred that is not shared.

In this backward era, the thinking of soldiers was far less developed, and they were loyal to their families, many of whom were clans rather than individuals.

Horn beckoned, and immediately henchmen stepped forward, stripped the dead captive naked, and threw him aside.

The henchman then asked, "Your Highness, do you want to hang it directly on the city wall?"

Horn smiled, like a ghost: "Don't worry. These valiant Andus soldiers must not want to live. Wait, there's a lot of horse feed later......"

"Ahh

One of the captives yelled at Horn, who kicked him over, and his henchman stepped forward to wipe his neck, then stripped the man naked, throwing him with the prisoner who had just died.

Horn didn't get angry, but said, "Very good, go on, I'll see how many stupid and selfish people are like this who don't care about the clan!"

At the mention of the family, the captives present were much quieter.

They stared at Horn, not moving, not committing any more murder.

The scene was deadlocked.

Horn estimated the time, glanced at a certain location very secretly, and said word by word: "I only have dozens of sounds, I want to live, move to the right, I want to die, wait for death." ”

"Ten. ”

Not a single person moved.

"Nine. ”

Still no one moved.

......

"Three. ”

The scene was a little restless, and many soldiers exchanged glances, but still no one moved.

"II. ”

The agitation intensified, and they hesitated between their clan, their lives, and their dignity, and they never took that step.

"One ......"

Before he could finish speaking, suddenly a soldier moved to the right!

He shouted as he moved, "I want to live! I want to live......!" I don't want my clan to be cursed! I still have my newborn child at home! He can't walk yet! My poor boy! Give me a chance! I want to live!"

Horn smiled with satisfaction: "Okay, I'll give you a chance." ”

It's hard to get started.

A lot of people, a lot of things, don't dare, that's just no leader.

As long as one person takes the lead in doing it, then the guilt in the hearts of the people behind will be reduced, and they will be anxious and urgent.

Horn had already arranged for one of Syvarin's henchmen to wear the Andusian uniform, taking advantage of the chaos, to let him blend in with the captives.

So, as the first person moved, soon the second and third ...... appeared

In the end, there were half of them!

But there are still people who cling to their dignity, who are hostile to Horn, hostile to their companions who have betrayed them.

That's enough.

Horn coldly ordered: "All those on the left, all of them will be executed according to what I say!"

"Yes!"

The henchmen received the order and walked towards the group of unarmed captives with their swords in hand.

Screams, wails, one after another.

The ground was covered with blood, and it spread out of the warehouse, and when I looked inside, I didn't know where the evil spirits were eating the living in the warehouse.

Horn pulled out a grim smile, and she said to the captives on the right: "What I want you to do, listen, that is—after letting you go out through the back door, do what you can to destroy the houses of the imperial capital and kill the people of the imperial capital." You don't have much time, before you are discovered by the soldiers of Sikaya, whoever has killed enough ten people can come here with the heads of the people to find me, I have prepared the clothes of my own soldiers, after you change them, I will save your lives, and then let you go home. - Do you understand everything?!"

"You don't have to think about how to claim that I asked you to kill, their princess Horn Moore of Sikaya marched and retreated with the soldiers, fought bloodily all night, and killed countless enemies regardless of their own safety! No one will believe your nonsense, not to mention that there are all my people around here, and you don't have to think about how to escape, how to resist after getting weapons! There are all Sikaya soldiers outside, and you can't fly with wings! Only according to what I say, can you live! Hahahaha!!"

Many of the captives were shocked into a cold sweat when they saw her crazy and terrifying appearance, and hurriedly said, "Listen, understand......"

Horn said, "Why don't you go soon?!"

After the captives were untied, they got their weapons and went out through the back door, extending their claws to the innocent people......

Horn stared coldly at the corpses in the warehouse, and Syvane stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, the oil is ready. ”

Inexplicably, more than half of the captives are missing, which will make people suspicious.

Horn directly and ruthlessly spat out a word: "Burn." ”