Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1065

The grave pit was a large grave mound. It was as high as a small mountain, and there was a big tombstone standing on it, engraved with many names. Aurora's terror reached its peak, her throat releasing sharp, desperate screams for help.

One of the guards opened the cage door and grabbed her by the hair. Then, he yanked her out and tossed her onto the ground. Aurora felt a wave of pain flood through her body; she curled up, trying to crawl away.

The guard immediately seized her hair again and dragged her toward the grave mound, shoving her against the tombstone. He pointed to the names carved on it and roared, "Do you even recognize these names? You don't understand, do you? They're all the people you killed!"

Aurora shook her head frantically, gasping, "N-No, it wasn't me—"

Before she could finish, the enraged villagers surged forward.

Her screams cut through the crowd, echoing in the valley, sending birds scattering in fear.

Black clouds gathered from all sides, quickly blotting out the sky. Thunder rumbled, drowning out Aurora's screams.

Blood began to seep from under the crowd, flowing like a winding stream.

cries and the blood that stained the villagers' knives, axes, and hoes,

of the wronged could never find peace as long as she remained alive. Gradually, Aurora's screams faded. Her body was hacked beyond recognition, with only

still alive, but the pain made her teeth chatter, and the fear of death made her feel as

body. The stench of blood filled the air, and the sight of it reminded her of the day her soldiers slaughtered the villagers. Back then, her soldiers had done the same-raising their swords and knives to hack at the unarmed villagers. Blood soaked the ground, and its scent filled the air. It was a smell that, for a brief moment,

the young general, even under threat of death, was enough to show that his identity was no ordinary

first female general, a position that demanded military accomplishments to back it up. She even entertained the thought

could achieve great

was cold as she ordered, "Continue killing them. Don't

As her consciousness gradually

blurred, she suddenly remembered

her, as if she no longer recognized the person she once was. That monster couldn't have been her! She must have been possessed by evil spirits to commit such atrocious

gradually turned into the screams from that time. They cursed her in words she couldn't understand. The more vicious their words, the angrier she became. She remembered how, with a single swing of her sword, she had decapitated a child no

than seven or eight.

paces, blood spilling from it, the child's eyes still wide with the terror and

of cold steel crossed