Why was he being so polite?
Who was he showing it to?
Naturally, it was for outsiders to see.
Joshua Mandor's identity could not be revealed to the public yet.
The entire place was silent.
The War Gods of the western army were shocked. They did not expect this white-robed youth to be the king of the northern territory.
Northern army commander, King Braydon Neal!
He had arrived!
Braydon's thin lips moved slightly. "Let's cut the chatter. How many people are being detained by Song?"
"Ten thousand people!"
Joshua replied.
Braydon turned around and left while saying indifferently, "Then we'll kill 10,000 of them as punishment!"
His cold words shocked everyone.
Tyrannical as ever!
There was no lack of loyal soldiers in the western army.
A slightly older War God stepped forward and said worriedly, "Lord Northern King, what about your injuries?"
