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Besides, everyone present was a man of honor.
Blake’s disdain for his ex-wife and abandonment of her was something no one could tolerate. As he and Freya had requested a marriage edict through their military achievements, however, nobody dared speak out about it.
It was only when Sophie felt the beating had gone on long enough that she spoke up. “Bun, Rod, stop it.”
Bun and Travis finally ceased their assault, though they spat in disdain before walking away.
The soldiers then helped Blake up. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and staggered toward Sophie. Blood trailed down his chin as he asked, “Can we go look for Freya on the plains now?” Sophie looked at his battered appearance. Did he think enduring a beating would allow him to lead the Mystic Army?
Her eyes grew serious as she replied softly, “Blake, just wait. It’s not the plains, but the mountains. Over a hundred thousand Westhaven soldiers are up there now, seeking justice. We can only wait.”
Blake’s expression shifted dramatically. “How do you know they’re in the mountains? What justice. are they seeking?”
Sophie took a few steps away, and Blake limped after her. When she stopped, he stared at her.
expectantly.
The wind howled around them, and Sophie’s voice was barely audible. “If you calm yourself and listen, you might hear something beyond the wind.”
Blake tried to focus, but apart from the wind, he heard nothing.
His skills were not on par with Sophie’s, and his inner force was minimal. How could he hear any movement in the mountains, especially with such a strong wind? It was impossible to discern the presence of nearly a hundred thousand people.
He suspected Sophie was being evasive, and his frustration grew. “What justice are they seeking?”
“Use your brain. Why would a hundred thousand soldiers stay in the mountains without retreating? Why capture Freya? And why come to the Southern Frontier after signing the treaty?”
After saying this, Sophie walked back, leaving Blake standing there, his face pale.
The setting sun cast a dark shadow over his handsome features, making him appear like an unmoving statue.
This was the second time Sophie had given him such a hint. He knew something terrible had occurred, but was unwilling to believe it.
He walked back to Sophie, and hissed through gritted teeth, “You’re only accusing her because you resent her for taking your husband! Sophie, you’re a sinister and malicious woman!” When Violet heard this, she was about to lash out at Blake with her whip. However, Sophie stopped her.
Sophie said, “Ignore him and keep your distance.”
Violet had initially wanted to lash out at Blake to relieve her frustration, but she thought better of it.
“Sophie’s right. Just ignore him. We don’t need to pay any attention to his nonsense. Keeping a distance is best, to avoid being tainted by his words.”
Blake’s attempt to provoke her was as effective as hitting a pillow-completely pointless and only served to humiliate him further.
These martial artists had the most vile language.
There was nothing to do but wait.
Meanwhile, in the wooden cabin on the mountain, Freya wasn’t subjected to severe physical torture, but she endured humiliation.
The humiliation came through words, being urinated on, and physical abuse. She lay disheveled in the cabin, surrounded by the pained cries of her comrades. 1
Liam, the devil himself, crouched beside her, his gaze fixed on her scarred face. “Did you think I would kill all of you?”
Freya trembled all over. The murderous intent in his eyes was unmistakable.
“That’s right. I’m going to kill you.”
His large hand tightened around her throat, and the suffocating sensation of death enveloped her.
Unable to breathe, her chest felt as if it were about to explode with pain. Waves of dizziness blurred her vision, and her mind was flooded with memories. She had only recently married into the Jaffe family, and had an unlimited future and happiness ahead of her.
She was truly so unwilling to accept this fate!
Freya didn’t want to die. But if they were determined to kill her, it would be better if they did it now to spare her further torment.
Just as she thought her end was near, Liam released his grip.
She gasped for air like one rescued from drowning, taking deep, shuddering breaths. The dizziness intensified, making her feel as if she might faint at any moment.
Liam’s cold voice cut through her haze. “I told you, this is just the beginning. Killing you would be pointless. It would only grant you a quick end.”
Freya clutched her throat as she tried to catch her breath. Then, she asked in terror, “W-What do you want from me?”
Liam replied coldly, “Just this.”
He stood up, left the cabin, and ordered the door to be shut behind him. “The army is to withdraw down the mountain.”
Liam had sent word to Rafael, so he believed there would be troops waiting for him on the plains below.
The commander of those troops was the person Liam needed to see.
Night fell, and the Westhaven army descended from the mountain. When the troops began to move, Sophie and Violet knew about it and exchanged glances.
Sophie stood up, and issued a command, “Everyone, stay alert! Weapons at the ready.”
The entire Mystic Army rose to their feet. Holding their shields and weapons in hand, they swiftly moved into their battle formation.
The Westhaven soldiers moved quickly, descending the mountain in three parallel columns. The soldiers at the front held torches, with one torchbearer every ten men to provide illumination.
The mountain was icy, making their rapid descent risky. A single slip could cause a disastrous chain reaction. Yet, they moved with remarkable steadiness, clearly wearing specially designed footwear.
Westhaven was a wealthy and powerful kingdom, and its troops were showcasing its financial might at this moment. Their actions served as a stark reminder to the Starhaven soldiers that engaging in large- scale warfare with Westhaven would not be advantageous.
Soon, ten thousand Westhaven soldiers stood on the field, facing off against the Mystic Army.
Neither side made a move.
Blake charged forward, shouting angrily, “Where have you taken Freya?”
Liam slowly emerged from the front ranks of the Westhaven troops. A distance of about ten paces separated the two armies.
Blake had only rushed to stand in front of the Mystic Army, but he didn’t dare rush over to question Liam directly.