A killing machine was quietly born!
More and more people attacked each other crazily.
"Skylar!" Braydon Neal's desire to kill was also stirring. He said in a low voice, "Take Luke and leave!"
"Brother, what about you?" Skylar Neal's eyes were filled with worry.
"Didn't you hear what Lauritz and the others said?" Braydon replied. "There must be a treasure here. If we can take this place, the resources we can obtain will be enough to let the soldiers of the Northern Army live a hundred years without worry!"
"You can't gamble with your life!" Skylar's eyes were filled with stubbornness. "If you die, the Northern Army will fall apart!" he said in a low voice.
Only Braydon could command the brave generals of the Northern Army.
There was also the rogue legion under Luke's command, a total of 100,000 people.
They were almost chased out of the small world of the Hall of Souls by Luther Carden.
