Pfft.
Blood splattered.
More than a dozen surrendered private guards were instantly slaughtered, completely powerless to resist.
A woman's scream rang out.
The Vandal leader dismounted directly, entered the carriage with a fierce look, and tore apart the noblewoman's luxurious gown with a lift of his hand. She was then pinned down like a snow-white lamb by the Barbarian Race leader, who reeked of a bloody stench.
More than a dozen barbarian personal guards laughed and stood guard by the carriage. After a while, the Barbarian Race leader came out, roughly grabbed the abused noblewoman by her hair, pulled her onto the horse, and then rode away with hundreds of cavalry.
Only more than a dozen corpses were left at the scene, and almost all the women and valuables were taken away.
