Braydon Neal's words were a little harsh.
Old Man Zito carefully put the jade scepter on him and said in a low voice, "The former vice commander Frazer Zito has already died along with the fall of the Ludwig army. He no longer exists in this world!"
"The only one alive now is Old Man Zito."
Old Man Zito was lethargic, like a rotten piece of wood.
However, Braydon could bear to see this.
"What if I say that I can help you rebuild the Ludwig army and reunite the old troops of the Ludwig army? Can the vice commander of the past regain his former glory?" His thin lips moved slightly.
"What?"
Old Man Zito stood up; his eyes filled with disbelief.
He could not believe that someone of Braydon's status would be willing to get involved in this troublesome matter.
One had to know that the 700,000 elites of Ludwig had all died tragically in the Ludwig mountain range.
