This was Braydon Neal's order.
Wendell Johnston spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed. He was another guy who died with grievances.
Braydon had given the order to kill.
Westley Hader turned around and shouted coldly at the entrance of the hall, "Frodo Lance, pass down my order to the garrison of Dragon City. Arm yourselves and seal off Heroes Square!
"Martial artists of powerful families who cause trouble in Dragon City are regarded as rebels and will be killed without mercy!"
Westley smiled faintly.
His tone was very light, and his words were filled with tenderness.
But it was a terrible order to kill.
This generation of ruthless soldiers of the northern army was each eviler than the last.
He smiled while giving the order to kill.
Perhaps, this was what a truly ruthless person was like.
Outside the door, War God Frodo cupped his fists and shouted, "Yes, sir!"
