Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1102

Isaac had barely settled down when he heard movement in the distance-soft footsteps accompanied by some muttered curses.

He sat up abruptly, squinting in the direction of the noise. From the opposite hill, a group of people was descending. He could hardly make them out as they were all dressed in black, with one exception-he couldn't exactly see what color that was, but it was definitely not The curses quickly stopped, as if someone had silenced them.

black.

The distance was still too far, much farther than the group camped nearby. Despite Isaac's sharp eyes, he couldn't make out any details. All he could sense was their quick movements. It seemed they were heading to meet up with the camped group. Isaac stood up, his expression turning serious. It looked like he wouldn't be running into any strange creatures, but perhaps a conspiracy was brewing. There was something dark going on, and it looked like they were holding a woman who had cursed earlier. He reached behind the donkey and pulled out the sacred firearm Adrian had given him, wiping it off carefully. He wasn't yet fully proficient with it, but he knew the story-Adrian had laughed for two hours on the mountaintop when he created it. All the snakes, insects, and rodents in the area had scattered in fear.

Moving silently, Isaac made his way down. However, that weapon alone wouldn't be enough. He had other weapons on him too.

There were thick bushes along the road, so he crouched down and hid in them, keeping his eyes on the two groups that were about to merge. He still couldn't make out their faces, though he could roughly tell the difference between men and women.

As he crawled forward a bit, he suddenly saw a glimmer of light reflecting off something nearby. He looked up and saw a woman standing on a tree branch, staring anxiously ahead. Probably because she couldn't see clearly either, she hadn't made any move yet. That figure... Why did she look so much like Claire, one of Winona's subordinates?

spread through Isaac's chest. Winona had left Claire with Carissa. Could the woman the black-clad group held be his guild

immediately tensed,

on the black-clad figures drawing nearer From their footsteps, he could tell how skilled they were in

Lightfoot Skill.

be over a hundred of them! If Carissa had truly been taken, sacrificing

see whether it was indeed Carissa, the branch where Claire stood creaked. He glanced up and saw Claire preparing to leap down

made some soft sounds to

around, her eyes scanning the darkness. In the pitch black, she couldn't tell if someone was

up and landed lightly on a branch next to her, grasping the tree trunk with his left hand. Claire stiffened, her body coiled, ready to strike if she suspected it was an enemy. "Meadow Ridge, Pathfinders Guild's fifth apprentice!" Isaac called softly, identifying himself. Their voices were low enough that no one would overhear

cried in

it was someone from Meadow Ridge. However, there was no time to explain further. A group of black-clad figures dragged a woman toward the carriage. The light from the lamps revealed her face,

It was Violet-Violet Spencer!

to dishonor her,

friend