At this moment, Hudson Zamora wiped the cold sweat off his face. He knew what a stupid mistake they had made.
The five of them actually wanted a young War God to obey their orders.
This had to be the biggest joke in the world.
Every War God in the country was a figure that all parties were fighting for!
Beside Hudson, his three colleagues were also wiping the cold sweat off their faces with handkerchiefs. They were all frightened.
Although he was a top-notch field officer, his ancient martial strength was only at the level of a level-nine warrior.
Of course, in front of Braydon Neal, this strength was nothing.
However, in the outside world, a ninth-level warrior was already not weak.
One step further and he would be at the warlord level, a person who could be conferred the title of general.
