Ratifa was truly stunned. She had never seen someone kill living creatures as easily as mowing down weeds!
What Henry was doing on the battlefield could no longer be called "killing the enemy." It was a one-sided slaughter.
The enemy's weapons struck his triple-layered heavy armor and his warhorse's barding as if they were just tickling him.
Iron hooves trampled the enemies' bodies, smashing through their formation at will. Henry and his warhorse were already stained blood-red.
Ratifa lowered her spyglass, her heart filled with complex emotions.
She was proud of Henry's strength, for she considered him a friend.
But at the same time, she was terrified by his cruelty. This kind of power Henry possessed could also bring annihilation.
The battle raged on, and Henry's charge showed no sign of stopping.
Ratifa's voice trembled slightly as she looked toward Bain and the others. "When are we entering the battlefield?"
Bain and the others exchanged glances but didn't answer.
