Her Majestic Battle Cry

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 black.

The curses quickly stopped, as if someone had silenced them.

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.

the two groups that were about to merge. He still

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

so much like Claire, one of Winona’s

Winona had left Claire with Carissa.

group, his

the black–clad figures

had truly been taken, sacrificing his life here wouldn’t be enough. Even after death, Adrian would make sure his

Chapter 1102

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

quickly made some soft

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she couldn’t tell if someone was hidden in the bushes, nor could she tell if

landed lightly on a branch next to her, grasping the tree trunk with his left hand. Claire stiffened,

called softly, identifying himself. Their voices were low enough that no one would