Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1103

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Chapter 1103 Isaac didn't bother to count the enemy's numbers.

"How many of you are there?" he asked.

"It's justand Iris. She's over there." Claire pointed across the road to a patch of dense trees where a figure was slowly making her way toward the convoy.

"We're dead meat," Isaac muttered, his face darkening. "You two and me-three against over a hundred, plus the suicide soldiers." He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. How had everything gone so wrong so quickly after he descended the mountain? His handsface furrowed in concentration as he quickly ran through possible plans in his mind. Okay, the chances of success were zero-but he couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

Violet had already been dragged into the tent. She seemed drugged, her body limp, and the only sign of resistance she had left was the curse she muttered earlier. After that, she had gone completely silent.

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The men moved out of the tent, and Yuvan entered.

Isaac felt his blood rush to his head.

Earlier, he had figured there was no chance of success and had stopped Claire from acting. But now, he rushed out without a word.

He didn't have a plan, but he couldn't just watch Violet be violated. She was a woman of great pride-no man could impress her, not even the finest. If Yuvan, this vile scoundrel, sullied her, she wouldn't just cause chaos-she would probably wish she were dead. Isaac shot forward, with Claire and Iris following behind. The three of them landed outside the tent, only to be met by dozens of drawn swords and knives.

Isaac quickly drew his sacred firearm and used a flute to parry the attacks, spinning around as the clattering sounds rang out, briefly shielding Claire and Iris.

But before the two women could push through the tent's entrance, whips lashed out, wrapping around their bodies and throwing them back.

Inside the tent, Violet was barely conscious. She sensed someone moving toward her, his breath hot and rancid, making her stomach churn. But his closeness also sparked a fire inside er, making her body burn uncomfortably.

It was too hot. She instinctively wanted to clutch something cold, but the place was stuffy and only made it hotter.

"Vivi, it's me." A hand grazed her collarbone. It was hot-too hot-so hot it made her want to scream. She couldn't make out the man's face, but his voice was foul and grated on her nerves.

Her temper flared; without thinking, she slapped him across the face.

But Violet's body was too weak, and the slap she managed to land had no strength behind it. After striking him, she was quickly overpowered, her hands seized in his grasp. She stumbled back, falling to the ground, and the man was on her in an instant.

His foul breath cclose again, and Violet felt like she was drowning in a nightmare, the urge to vomit overwhelming her.

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A sharp hiss rang out as her shoulder was exposed to the air. She felt a brief, cool sensation-a welcrelief. She began to tug at her clothes, twisting her body as if in a daze. "Why is it so loud?" she mumbled weakly.

Her skin was smooth and luminous, with a subtle glow, like freshly fallen snow. Her eyes blended both allure and innocence, radiating an irresistible charm that was hard to look away from.

Yuvan stared, mesmerized. In all his years, he had never encountered such beauty. Her usual defiance had melted into a soft, tender allure. The delicate curve of her shoulder made his throat tighten. He lowered his gaze to her pale skin and swallowed hard. "Vivi, be good. After tonight, you'll be mine. We'll be united in marriage, and I swear I'll never mistreat you." He leaned down to bite her smooth, slender neck. Suddenly, there was a loud bang and something whizzed through the tent, grazing the top of his head. The noise froze everyone in place.

Isaac rushed in to deliver a swift kick to Yuvan, then grabbed Violet and ran for the exit.

His Lightfoot Skill was usually exceptional, but Violet refused to cooperate. She swung her bands wildly, slapping him repeatedly. across the face. He was forced to the ground; within moments, they were surrounded. Just when it seemed like all hope was lost, the sound of hooves grew louder.

Carissa rode in fast with her whip in hand. Upon seeing the scene, she scene, she nimbly dismounted and leaped into action, with aetion. With a swift crack of her red whip, she sent over a dozen men flying back.

She glanced at Violet in Isaac's arms; noticing Violet's disheveled clothing, she instantly assumed Violet hach been harmed, with a furious yell, she swung her whip like a serpent toward the black-clad attackers. "Isaac, take her and go! Get her to safety and return to help me!" Carissa called out while fending off the attackers.

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