She-Ra looked a little dazed. Even ten thousand meters in the air, surrounded by the black smoke left behind by exploding ships, she was lost in her memories.
She recalled her childhood. The more she thought about it, the more she felt Deathstroke was right.
To say nothing else, when she was in her teens, He-Man and several friends had strolled into the Fright Zone as if they were out shopping, passed through layer after layer of defenses made up of millions of machine soldiers and Biomonsters, and rescued her without a scratch—
Could Hordak have deliberately gone easy on them?
She kept denying the possibility, but reason made her unable to stop thinking in that direction. Recalling scene after scene from the past, she began to feel that it had even been a little like a game between a father and daughter.
After all, Hordak's underlings were either robots or biomonsters, all manufactured on factory assembly lines. Every battle, he laid out these troops for She-Ra to tear apart, exchanged a few blows himself, then ran off, leaving behind the overseers or messengers Horde Prime had assigned him to take the fall.
"Ah! No, my head is such a mess!" The princess began shaking her head. She suddenly felt as though she could no longer understand the world.
In other words, Deathstroke's nonsense had thoroughly confused her.
Su Ming's view, in any case, was simple and had nothing to do with emotions. Hordak's purpose could be summed up in four words: fostering bandits to strengthen himself.
Horde Prime sent his trusted men over here to supervise the war, and every time, Hordak tossed them to She-Ra to get killed while he made his escape.
He kept his adoptive daughter alive and was in no hurry to wipe out the