179 I, Westley Hader, Only Respect My Brother!
The Killing God, Yuri Qualls, wanted to video call right now… What did it mean?
Xion Ross and the others could not help but turn their heads to secretly take a look. When they saw White-clothed Qualls, their faces could not help but change.
All of Namar’s martial artists were no strangers to this Killing God!
The eight countries outside the borders had specially set up archives for the top ten ruthless men of the north, and they studied and collected information day and night.
Tristan Yandell’s expression was grave. “S-level northern killing order. What’s going on over there?”
“The northern territory is safe. With the ten of us standing here, none of the eight countries outside the border will dare to act rashly!” Yuri spoke, his smile containing an unconcealable domineering aura.
“So why are you calling?” Tristan frowned.
“I received a secret order from Boss Cole. The hidden agent in Namar has sent me top-secret information. Namar’s envoy group has a total of 108 people, far more than the 72 people stated on their official documents!” White-clothed Qualls said coldly.
The news from the Northern Imperial Guards would not be wrong, and so the hidden agent in Namar would not be wrong either.
After saying this.
The Neal family’s bright hall was deathly silent.
Tristan hung up the call and turned around. His finger lightly touched the hilt of the saber at his waist, and killing intent surged out.
The expressions of Xion and the other seventy-two people changed drastically!
They really did not expect that the northern hidden agent had already infiltrated their upper echelons.
The second wave of envoys from Namar had indeed sent 108 people.
But when they reached the border, thirty-six people were hidden, and the remaining seventy-two people openly went to the capital, and so they went to Preston with the official documents.
The key was that the north’s hidden agent knew about this on the same day.
The northern army was so terrifying!
Braydon Neal sat at the head of the hall. As he chuckled, a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.
This killing intent and cold gaze landed on Xion and the others.
Swoosh!
The faces of the seventy-two people turned pale, and they all knelt down in cold sweat!
They represented Namar!
The so-called envoy group of the seventy-two martial artists from Namar all knelt down at this moment, fearing the majesty of the Northern King.
Kneeling just like that?
Namar’s face was really thrown away by this group of idiots.
“Your Highness, there must be a misunderstanding!”
Xion’s entire body trembled. How would he dare to admit it!
However, Braydon ignored Xion and the seventy-two others.
Braydon stood up calmly with his hands behind his back. His thin body was cold, and his thin lips moved slightly. “Find the 36 people who have infiltrated and kill them all!”
“Yes, Sir!”
Tristan Yandell and Frodo Lance lowered their heads at the same time.
This kind of thing should be the responsibility of the capital garrison!
The northern army faced the outside world, while the capital garrison led the dark division and the five main teams to face the inside world. They intimidated the martial artists within the country and at the same time, they killed all the martial artists that infiltrated the country!
The infiltration of foreign martial artists was extremely dangerous.
This was not as simple as being a hidden agent.
If a War-God level figure hid among the people and suddenly attacked at a critical moment, it could bring a destructive blow to the city.
Therefore, the thirty-sex people sent by Namar must be killed without a doubt!
Not a single one could be left alive!
The Northern King’s killing order had already been issued, causing Westley Hader, who was guarding the capital, to fly into a rage in the hall!
In the magnificent hall.
On the golden dragon chair, the black-robed youth Westley was emitting a majestic killing intent. He held a secret letter in his hand and laughed angrily. “How dare you, Namar!”
“Governor, what’s wrong?” The old War God asked.
Westley threw down the secret letter and said coldly, “Look for yourself. I think you’ve been living in peace for too long. Namar’s envoy group has a total of 108 people who have crossed the border. The official document only reports 72 people. You actually have no news of the remaining 36 people!”
Everyone was shocked!
This was a huge matter!
If the thirty-six people from Namar were all War Gods, that would be terrifying.
At this moment, all the War Gods in the hall were sweating. They knew that this was definitely a dereliction of duty on the part of the capital garrison.
As the capital’s garrison, they protected the capital’s safety and led the dark division and the five main teams.
Yet, there was no news of the thirty-six people from outside the borders.
Westley angrily shouted, “Drag all thirty-six of them out and kill them on the spot. If this happens again, you will take off your flying fish robe and leave the capital garrison!”
“Understood!”
Below the hall, many War-God level figures had cold sweat on their faces.
How could they not be afraid when the governor was enraged?
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“Governor, could this news be wrong?” the old War God asked.
“The news from the northern border was personally confirmed by Cole Colbie, and we were personally warned by White-clothed Qualls and personally ordered by my brother to kill. Tell me, of these three, who do you not trust?”
Westley’s young body released a pressure.
Usually, when the wind blew, it would cause Westley’s black flying fish robe to flutter. The king-level pressure would cause everyone in the hall to bend down, and cold sweat would flow down their backs.
Yuri Qualls, the Killing God, was ranked third among the ten great commanders of the north. He was the ruthless man who had defeated their deputy governor, Tristan Yandell!
The ruthless man in white who slaughtered 100,000 enemies from eight countries outside the borders, do you think he can be trusted?
He was the King of Longevity, one of the three sons of the north.
Cole Colbie’s status in the north was on the same level as their capital garrison’s Westley Hader, and they were childhood playmates who grew up together, so they were considered childhood friends.
He was listed as the king whose danger level was second only to King Braydon.
Do you think he can be trusted?
There was also the Northern King. Would you believe it then?
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This old War God of the capital’s garrison dared to doubt him. Westley dared to kill him on the spot!
He was a man of the north, guarding the bitter and cold land of the northern desert. His achievements were unparalleled and could not be doubted by others!
There was also King Braydon, who had carried the northern army at the border at the age of eleven. All these years, he had defended the northern border, step by step, full of blood and tears!
The north could not be humiliated, and outsiders could not question it.
Westley said coldly, “Find all thirty-six martial artists outside the border before nightfall. I’ll personally apologize to my brother!”
“Governor, you are of the same rank as the Northern King. How can you apologize to him?” The old War God was shocked.
All the War Gods present were in disbelief.
The capital garrison and the northern army were equally famous back then.
Westley’s eyes were cold as he said something that made people’s hearts skip a beat. “I, Westley Hader, only respect my brother!”
His words stunned everyone.
However, in the Neal family manor.
In the bright hall.
Xion Ross and the other seventy-two people were covered in cold sweat, as if they were waiting for their final judgment.
If these people had come without any ill-intentions, the northern army, who had unsheathed their cold swords, would put them back into their sheaths.
Braydon did want to kill!
The black sword virus matter was negotiable.
However, Namar was ambitious. What was the purpose of the emissary group concealing thirty-six extremely strong martial artists?
The hidden agent risked his life to pass on the top-secret message and then lost contact.
Was there any hope for the hidden agent?
“Commander, what should we do with these people?” Tristan’s eyes were cold.
“According to the ironclad law of the northern territory,” Braydon said indifferently, “any foreign martial artists who infiltrate under the cover of the emissary group shall be sentenced to death. They shall be killed without mercy!”
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