177 Braydon Neal Wielding a Sword, The North’s Elegance
The entire place was deathly silent.
Xavi Ross and his group’s faces changed drastically.
“Your Royal Highness, are you trying to start a war?” The thiirty-year-old youth’s legs were trembling.
Xavi roared in anger, “Shut up! Your Highness, please think twice. Although we didn’t submit the official documents, we are still warriors of Namar.”
Braydon Neal glanced at them, a smile slowly appearing on his lips.
So what if it was a martial artist from Namar!
Under the ironclad law, martial artists crossing the border without permission, whoever it was, would be killed.
Want to start a war?
These Namar martial artists were thinking too highly of him!
Braydon was from the northern border. When he was young, he was fearless when roaring at the eight countries outside the border.
Now, Namar wanted to use their power to suppress him?
What a joke!
“Pass down the Northern King’s order. The North will unsheathe their blades and roar at Namar. I want to see if Namar’s ruler has the courage to start this war!”
The golden Qilin cape on Braydon’s back fluttered, exuding the majesty of the Northern King.
Once the Northern King’s order was issued, it would be transmitted to the northern territory!
At this moment, the ten ruthless men of the north received the Northern King’s order from Braydon.
In the eight thousand miles of the north, smoke billowed, black clothes swept across the land, and black banners danced. The three thousand Imperial Guards of the north led the charge, following the Imperial Guards’ commander, Cole Colbie, as they stood in front of the gates!
The place where the north’s first legion was stationed!
The commander of the first legion, Cole Colbie, was ranked among the three sons of the north. He was the leader of the ten ruthless men.
He stood in front of tiger gate with his hands behind his back. This was the border!
Tiger gate was one of the top ten gates in the north.
A hundred miles away from the tiger gate was Namar.
At this moment, the 100,000 soldiers of the first legion of the north had unsheathed their cold swords. Each of them had a determined look on their faces, and their eyes were filled with cold killing intent. They were waiting for the order to kill at any time!
When the black Qilin flag of tiger gate was raised, the eight countries outside the border were all shocked!
In front of the ten gates, all the black flags were raised.
The ten legions of the north were all on standby.
Although Braydon was a plain-clothed man, he was the king of the northern territory!
The Northern King had millions of loyal followers behind his thin body!
As long as he gave the order, millions of black-robed guards would be willing to die for King Braydon alone.
The terrifying unity of the north was something that those who were not from the northern territory would never understand!
Tristan Yandell turned around and cupped his hands. “Commander, all the troops of the north are on standby!”
The faces of the thirty-six people in Xavi’s group turned pale.
Braydon’s cloak fluttered, revealing the pitch-black hilt of his sword.
This was the Northern King sword.
Swoosh!
The Northern King sword was unsheathed, and a black saber light streaked across the sky like a waterfall.
Frodo Lance and the other one hundred capital garrison guards turned pale and lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at him.
When the Northern King’s sword was unsheathed, it would definitely be stained with the enemy’s blood.
With one slash, Xavi and the other thirty-six people were all killed on the spot.
War God level?
In front of Braydon, he was no different from an ordinary martial artist. He had killed thirty-six people with a single slash.
The Northern King sword returned to its scabbard in an instant. Braydon’s golden Qilin robe fell down, hiding the Northern King sword.
At this moment, the entire place was silent.
Braydon glanced at Frodo, and his thin lips moved slightly. “You’ve embarrassed Westley!”
His words made Frodo’s face turn dreadfully pale.
He could not defend himself!
In front of the Northern King, Frodo could only listen.
The capital garrison was an existence that was as famous as the northern army.
Looking at the current situation, the capital garrison actually wanted to be as famous as the north?
Dream on!
The terror of the north could crush the capital garrison.
The two were no longer on the same level.
What was even more terrifying was that the three governors of the capital garrison were all from the north.
In other words, if not for the help of the north, the capital garrison would have been even weaker than it was now.
“Take the corpses away!” Braydon turned around and left.
Frodo’s face was filled with despair. The thirty-six people whom he had personally escorted here had not even been in Preston for an hour, and now their corpses were almost cold.
Frodo was not to be blamed.
These fools from Namar were confronting the north in the northern territory. Both sides were mortal enemies!
They actually dared to visit the Northern King. They really did not know what death was.
Many soldiers of the north had died in the hands of Namar’s martial artists.
As long as Braydon had something on them, he would kill all the martial artists that were from Namar.
Frodo brought the thirty-six corpses back to the capital.
The capital garrison.
In a grand hall, a golden dragon chair was placed up high. It was completely made of gold, and only the current governor could sit on it.
This chair was just that noble.
It was an antique that had been passed down from nearly seven hundred years ago.
On the golden dragon chair sat a black-robed youth. His clothes were embroidered with a golden flying fish. He was sitting high up in the hall, and people stood below him.
Without exception, they were all people from the capital garrison.
“Frodo greets the governor!” Frodo entered and bowed with cupped fists.
“Have they been escorted?” Westley Hader looked at him indifferently.
“Lord Northern King killed them all!” Frodo smiled bitterly.
The hall was deathly silent.
Instantly, everyone in the capital garrison was shocked and could not help but discuss in hushed voices.
They felt that Braydon was too lawless.
All thirty-six envoys of Namar were killed just like that?
He was simply arrogant and did not care about the consequences at all.
“This is in line with my brother’s personality!” Westley smiled faintly.
His words silenced the hall.
More than eighty percent of the important figures in the capital garrison were shocked, thinking that they had heard him wrongly.
Their governor addressed the Northern King as his brother?
This…
But those who should understand naturally understood; the three sons of the north, Braydon Neal, Cole Colbie, and Westley Hader.
The three of them were childhood friends!
Westley chuckled. “Martial artists from Namar crossed the border without any official documents. They said that they came to visit my brother, but I felt that they were up to no good. They wanted to kill the Northern King!
“According to the capital’s ironclad law, foreign martial artists who cross the border will be killed without mercy. All thirty-six martial artists of Namar have been killed and filed!”
Westley sat at the head of the hall. No one in the capital garrison dared to question his words.
None of them were fools. When they heard their governor address Braydon Neal as a brother, they understood that the thirty-six martial artists of Namar had died in vain.
Below him was an old man, an old War God of the capital garrison. He frowned and cupped his hands. “Governor, how can Namar swallow this matter after the Northern King has done this!”
“They can’t take this lying down? The ten legions of the north have already raised their Qilin banners. The ten million elite soldiers in black have already unsheathed their blades. The ten ruthless men are on standby. Namar is just a clown!”
Westley sat at the head of the hall; his tone filled with disdain.
The old War God and everyone in the capital garrison were shocked.
The Northern King’s actions were not something that these capital garrison guards could comment on.
At this moment, Westley glanced at Frodo with a cold look in his eyes and said indifferently, “Men, take him away. Two hundred sticks!”
“What?” Everyone below was shocked.
“Governor, what’s going on?” The old War God was in disbelief.
“What’s going on? Frodo, do I need to say more? I hope that all of you have the character and pride of those in the north!”
Westley was the governor, so he was well aware of everything that happened in the Neal family manor.