The Queens: Scarred Queen Novel

Chapter 378 Chapter 878 Chapter 378 Her face had gone deathly pale with terror as she thought, 'If Athena's horse spooked and bucked her off, the horses thundering behind would have nowhere to go. If that happens, only one grim outcome awaits her: to be trampled to death. Just as Willow's hairpin was about to plunge into Athena's horse's hindquarters... The spectators below couldn't make out the details of what was happening above. All they saw was Willow riding dangerously close to Athena.

As the crowd was puzzling over what was happening, Athena's horse suddenly lashed out with a powerful backward kick. Willow's horse took a brutal kick to its flank, and it let out a pained scream as it reared up and began bucking wildly across the field. Willow, who was panic-stricken, instinctively yanked the reins, her hairpin slipping from her trembling fingers as it clattered to the ground. Unable to shake her off, the horse suddenly reared up and bolted wildly across the field. Flung halfway off the saddle, Willow was dragged in wild circles until she was violently thrown to the ground.

A hoof came crashing down on her leg, drawing an agonized scream from her lips. Everyone stared wide-eyed in horror at the scene. The more timid young noblewomen shrieked uncontrollably. Some even covered their eyes, too terrified to watch. Only Athena remained perfectly calm; she expertly guided the ball and scored a goal. With the final strike, Athena sealed a flawless 3-0 victory. Matthew stared at the scoreboard with his eyes bulging like saucers. He hadn't scored a single point in the entire match.

Willow's agonized screams still echoed across the field when, just then, a figure streaked in like lightning. The newcomer was none other than Michael. Michael spurred his horse onto the field, racing toward Willow. Seeing Michael leave the field, Natasha-like a leopard who'd been waiting for this moment-suddenly spurred her horse straight at him, aiming to ram into him. But Michael was far too battle-hardened to fall for Natasha's maneuver. Not only did Michael not slow his horse, he charged straight at Natasha with reckless abandon.

If their horses collided, Natasha would surely be the one to suffer. When Athena saw this happening, she had no time to think. 1/2 Thɪs chapter is updated by Find_Novel(.)net Chapter 878 A concealed dart shot from Athena's sleeve, streaking straight toward Michael's horse. Michael was a seasoned general whose warhorses, raised and trained by his side since foalhood. His horses had fought alongside him through numerous battles, proving to be his lifelines in critical moments. Athena's hidden dart shot toward Michael's horse, aiming to strike it down.

When Michael realized this, he yanked the reins hard, bringing his steed to an abrupt halt. The hidden dart plunged into the dirt, mere inches in front of the horse's hooves. Natasha and Michael swept past each other, their horses narrowly avoiding a collision. All of this happened within a split second. Michael spotted the hidden dart on the ground, and his gaze instinctively snapped toward Athena, only to find her staring back at him with an icy expression. The murderous intent radiating from her eyes felt utterly foreign to him.

Michael couldn't believe his eyes as he thought, 'Athena had actually turned on me, all for Natasha's sake.' But before Michael could even gather his thoughts, Willow's agonized scream rang out in his ears. "Willow!" Michael cried out as he bolted to her side, his face darkening as he saw her lower leg twisted at a grotesque angle, his brows knitting into a tight knot. Willow was in such excruciating pain that she was on the verge of passing out. Her body trembling uncontrollably, she clutched desperately at Michael's sleeve, sobbing, "Michael, please help me...

it hurts so much..." "Alright, I'll get you to a doctor," he reassured. Without hesitation, Michael scooped Willow up in his arms and rushed her off the field. But as Michael was leaving, he shot Athena one last, loaded glance, a silent warning burning in his eyes. Athena understood the warning in Michael's eyes as he was certain she was behind all of this. To him, it was her fault that Willow had been thrown from her horse, leaving her with a shattered leg. He did not even stop and wondered if that was the case. The moment Natasha saw Michael, her hackles rose.

She spat contemptuously at Michael's retreating figure, cursing, "I must have been blind and foolish!" Athena shot Natasha a puzzled look, wondering about her reaction. Just as she was trying to make sense of it, Matthew suddenly blocked her path and snarled, "You two think you can just walk away after what you did to Willow?"