Chapter 453 - 452: Nathan Foster Is Too Wild

Chapter 453: Chapter 452: Nathan Foster Is Too Wild

South Grant heard Nathan Foster mention the word "husband," and inwardly let out a sigh.

Thinking, this is not a husband, more like an enemy.

"And then?" South Grant asked.

"That general was already a skilled warrior, and now familiar with the terrain, taking down this country was naturally no challenge. The princess was not her match, retreating at every step, and soon they fought their way to their capital, where the princess’s father, brother, and ministers were captured.

Facing the overwhelming army, they had no strength left to resist; the entire country was doomed.

The king and the prince were imprisoned and taken to Aethelgard, the warriors who did not surrender were slain, those who surrendered were divided and enlisted, and the common people, the men were taken away, the women forced to marry into the victor’s army. This was to completely disperse the populace of this nation."

This was the method of war in ancient times, and it remains the same even now.

Kill the leaders, enlist the men to use as cannon fodder in future battles, and the women are forced to marry the victors, their children no longer considered foreigners.

"And what about the princess?" South Grant was more interested in knowing the princess’s fate.

"She died," Nathan Foster said.

"How did she die? Was it in battle?" That seemed more reasonable.

"No, she committed suicide on the day she was captured, wearing her battle armor in front of both armies, and there was still a child in her womb."

"Ah—" South Grant was too shocked.

"Over time, that royal city slowly became a deserted city, and it’s said that the abandoned city is often haunted, with rumors that the princess’s soul refuses to leave. Later, the deserted city was gradually buried by yellow sand, and after many years, a lot of cacti grew here.

The local people say the cacti are tall, with many spikes, just like the armor the princess wore.

Afterward, the cacti grew more and more, and over time, became this vast Cactus Forest.

It’s said that this patch of cacti is a place that devours people; many merchants have passed through, but no one who entered the Cactus Forest ever came out. This place became a ghost forest in the desert, rarely approached by anyone."

South Grant was originally still lamenting the princess’s fate, but after hearing what Nathan Foster said, she was dumbfounded.

At this point, she felt a chill down her back, always feeling like someone was blowing wind on her from behind.

"In the middle of the night, you’re telling me ghost stories?"

Initially, she thought he had come to be romantic with her.

Unexpectedly, he was too far out!

"I don’t believe in ghosts and deities in this world. If ghosts could control humans, then why does this world remain dominated by humans after so many have died? Even if there are ghosts, they can’t do anything."

"Heh!" South Grant rolled her eyes at him. As someone reborn, she naturally had no way to explain the concept of ghosts and gods to him.

"Want to go in and take a look with me?" Nathan Foster asked her with a smile.

South Grant immediately shook her head, "If you want to fool around, do it yourself; I’m not going."

"Then wait for me in the car," Nathan Foster said, smiling at her.

South Grant glanced at the distant car, parked alone in the desert.

If Nathan Foster couldn’t come out, she’d be doomed too.

She could drive, but didn’t know the way back.

If a wild beast appeared, what would she do then?

Plus, it’s so dark, it would really give anyone the creeps.

"I’ll go in with you."

"Not afraid of ghosts inside anymore?" Nathan Foster sidled up to her.

"If you’re not afraid, neither am I. Why should I be afraid of ghosts?" South Grant scoffed.