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.

that were about to merge. He still couldn’t make out their faces, though he could

something nearby. He looked up and saw a

look so much like Claire,

through Isaac’s chest. Winona had left Claire with Carissa. Could the woman the

group, his

he counted the people in the gaze fixed on the black–clad figures drawing nearer. From their footsteps, he could tell how skilled

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

Chapter 1102

stood creaked. He glanced up and saw Claire preparing to

quickly made some soft sounds to catch her

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

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

called softly, identifying himself. Their voices were low enough that