The Strongest War God Chapter 83

83 A Scary Name

Lord Brinhalm’s body trembled. He could not control his instinctive fear.

In the eyes of the people from the small foreign countries, the Wolf of the East, Danny Que, was the spokesperson of the devil, fierce and terrifying.

In the northern territory, the ten most ruthless men of the northern army were second only to King Braydon. They jointly controlled one million elite iron cavalries.

Lord Brinhalm would never have thought that he would meet Danny, one of the ten most ruthless men, here.

His heart was instantly like dead ashes. He knew that he could not escape death.

“Hehe!” Danny chuckled, “Little brat of the Black Sword a.s.sociation, send him on his way!”

“Yes, Sir!” Steve Xavier was about to make a move.

At the entrance of the bar, a short-haired young man came in and said loudly, “Hold on!”

Danny glanced over, his eyes cold.

“Zander Zeller!” Steve said with fear.

The short-haired young man walked with a calm pace and a relaxed smile on his face. He was Zander Zeller, the leader of the dark division in the state of Quill.

Zander had appeared again, and he cupped his hands in obeisance. “I have to take this person with me!”

“Are all the members of the dark division as unruly as you now?” Danny’s eyes were as sharp as a sword, filled with killing intent.

Braydon Neal did not even look up. He held the teacup and tasted the bitter tea.

“Greetings, Northern King!” Zander stepped forward and cupped his hands. “I’m Zander Zeller, the top dog of the state of Quill. Greetings, WarG.o.d Danny Que!”

“What?”

Lord Brinhalm lay on the ground and looked at the teenager who was calmly sipping his tea in horror and disbelief.

He knew all too well what this “Northern King” meant!

It meant that the most terrifying and mysterious cotton-clothed person in the north had appeared in Preston.

Everyone in the Black Sword a.s.sociation was afraid of this King Braydon.

The Northern King broke through to the WarG.o.d level when he was nine years old. On that day, he killed three WarG.o.d level fighters of the Black Sword a.s.sociation who had ascended to that level.

It was that battle that made Braydon’s name known to hundreds of countries.

A nine-year-old WarG.o.d. In the entire world, apart from Hansworth, who else could have nurtured such a genius?

Hundreds of countries around the world immediately set up a secret file to investigate Braydon. They intended to erase this terrifying monster and gave a killing order, not allowing him to grow.

It was also the night that Braydon became the War G.o.d that the king level figures from outside the borders arrived and started the king level battle, all for Braydon!

The eight foreign kings had crossed the border and arrived at the northern military school. They pointed their swords at the old princ.i.p.al and forced him to hand over Braydon.

This was because a nine-year-old WarG.o.d was truly too terrifying.

If he was allowed to grow, his future achievements would definitely not be a simple king level.

Once a martial artist had surpa.s.sed the king level, his body would undergo a shocking change. One person could slaughter an entire country, and one person could protect the country’s stability for seven hundred years.

He had killed his way across the world!

If such a character were to rise, how could the other countries be at ease?

So that night, eight king-level figures from abroad pointed their swords at the northern military school, intending to kill young Braydon, who was only nine years old at that time!

However, one had to know that Hansworth was founded on martial arts, and the five thousand years of history had allowed them to stand at the top of the world for more than four thousand years!

In Hansworth, the one billion people of the great Hansworth were not weaker than anyone!

The rules pa.s.sed down by our ancestors, those who offended the might of the great country will be killed without mercy!

This was the iron law!

At that time, the eight kings of foreign lands were extremely powerful, but northern military school was not afraid at all and protected Braydon with all their might.

At that time, the old princ.i.p.al of the northern military school had fought the eight kings with his old body and fought the battle of the fallen path to protect Braydon. In the bleak autumn night, blood was spilled all over the northern military school.

In that battle, the old princ.i.p.al fell!

However, it infuriated the Mount Sino sword sect. The sword cultivators of Mount Sino appeared and descended upon the north with their three-foot long swords.

In that battle, the Mount Sino sword cultivators slaughtered three kings and crossed the border to pursue the remaining kings. They killed their way through 1,600 miles of the foreign country, leaving corpses strewn all over the land, forming mountains of bones.

In that battle, a three-foot iron sword of Mount Sino’s sword cultivator was pointed at the king of a small country, forcing him to hand over the king-level martial artist who had escaped.

After that, the person was handed over, and the Mount Sino sword cultivator killed him in front of everyone. He then brought his head back to pay tribute to the old princ.i.p.al!

Since then, no one dared to attack the northern territory and kill Braydon.

In the tyc.o.o.n bar.

At this moment, Brinhalm’s body was trembling. His face was a little pale, and he was covered in cold sweat. Suddenly, his limbs began to twitch as if he was shaking.

“What are you thinking of doing?” Danny asked, suspicious.

Brinhalm did not last long. He lay on the ground and stopped breathing.

Steve turned him over, thinking that he had taken poison to commit suicide, but it did not look like it. He spat out green liquid from his mouth, which looked like bile.

“He didn’t consume poison. He was scared to death!” Danny’s mouth twitched.

Steve could not help but look at Danny with a strange look, wondering what this man had done in the northern region to scare people to death.

Danny pouted slightly, while Braydon poured some tea for him.

The only thing that really scared Lord Brinhalm out of his wits was the two words ‘Northern King’.

This was not a child’s play. It was a terrifying name forged from millions of bones in the north.

“Since he’s dead, I won’t disturb the Northern King anymore!” Zander, who was standing at the side, said.

“Since you’re here, there’s no need to leave in a hurry!” Braydon lifted his eyelids slightly and looked at Zander, the top dog of the state of Quill.

Just one look from him made Zander’s face turn pale. It was as if an invisible pressure was pressing down on him like a mountain. His bones made cracking sounds.

Zander’s legs were bent as if he was bearing a huge force.

Bam!

Finally, he could not hold on any longer. He knelt on the ground, and the floor instantly burst open. Sticky blood soaked his trousers.

Zander lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

Braydon handed him a cup of hot tea and asked indifferently, “Want some tea?”

“I dare not!” Zander answered in a trembling voice. He was no longer as high-spirited as he was before he entered the door.

Danny said indifferently, “You should know the rules in the future. The dark division doesn’t have a say in how the people of the north do things. My brother said to kill him, and you said you were going to take him away. Who gave you the confidence?”

“I didn’t know the rules. Please punish me, WarG.o.d Que! Zander cupped his fists and lowered his head, his face covered in cold sweat.

He finally realized that if the two people in front of him wanted to touch him, they could take his life with a snap of their fingers.

In fact, there was a deep grudge between the dark division and the northern territory!

In the past, Braydon had set a rule that when the northern army did things, the dark division should stay far away. If they dared to interfere, they would be killed on the spot.

It had only been a few years, but the dark division seemed to have forgotten the pain after the wound had healed.

The purpose of the dark division was strange. They were formed to monitor the special operations team and did all the dirty work in the dark. a.s.sa.s.sinations, secret arrests, investigations, and intelligence gathering were all their jobs.

Before Zander entered the door, he seemed to be very confident. He ignored Braydon and claimed that he wanted to take Brinhalm with him.

Now that he was done with everything, Braydon glanced at Zander and said indifferently, “Were you the one who accepted the order when I threw it at Three Circles Limited?”

“Yes, I just want to help the Northern King solve these small problems!” Zander explained.

However, his explanation was too weak in the eyes of Braydon and Danny!

The leader of the state of Quill’s dark division had an extraordinary status.

The state of Quill was a provincial city, and it had jurisdiction over all the cities. It could mobilize all the members of the dark division, and its status was equivalent to the leader of the state of Quill’s special operations team, as well as the deputy leader of the Northern Hansworth main team!

Such a person could also be said to be influential.

However, Zander had appeared in Preston for no reason, and it was only after Braydon had returned.

This could not be a coincidence!