The Strongest War God

178 White-Clothed Qualls’ Warning

Frodo Lance actually pleaded for mercy for Namar’s martial artists at the Neal family’s entrance. He had indeed caused Westley Hader to lose face.

Westley was the third son of the north.

In Braydon Neal’s eyes, his brother’s subordinates should inherit the character and pride of the people of the north!

The prestige of Hansworth was not something that only the people of the north had to defend.

Everyone in the capital garrison needed to be defended.

He was just a clown from Namar.

After coming to Hansworth, Namar martial artists had no right to show off. If they dared to be arrogant, they would dare to kill their entire family!

At this moment, Westley was sitting high up in the hall. His cold words were laced with cold anger.

Frodo cupped his fists and said in a low voice, “Frodo is willing to accept his punishment. The character of the north has indeed taught me a lesson today!”

“Just remember it in your heart. How’s Tristan?” Westley asked.

“Deputy Governor Yandell has mastered a king-level technique!” Frodo reported truthfully.

“What? How did he…”

The old War God and the others were all stunned.

Tristan Yandell was regarded as a ninth-level War God, and his strength had not improved in the past three years.

How did he suddenly master a king-level technique?

“According to my observation, Deputy Governor Yandell should be conferred the title of marquis in less than a month!” Frodo added.

“The War God realm masters king-level techniques. Once he enters the marquis realm, he will be invincible among his peers. Within three years, he will definitely become a king. This is the joy of the capital garrison!”

The old War God and the others were all delighted.

Their capital garrison was about to welcome the era of the two kings.

“It seems like my brother helped him!” Westley chuckled.

Indeed, Braydon had helped Tristan. Otherwise, with that simple-minded fellow, he might have been stuck at the ninth-level War God realm for the rest of his life, unable to be conferred the title of marquis.

At this moment, Namar was even more horrified.

In front of the ten gates of the northern territory, all the soldiers of the northern army drew their sword and pointed them at them. The tigers roaring at Namar, making people tremble in fear!

The capital garrison’s governor, Westley Hader, had personally issued a stern reprimand letter.

He actually said that the thirty-six martial artists of Namar were trying to assassinate the Northern King.

The old War God of Namar, who was in charge of this matter, died in the room, either out of fear or anger.

This made Namar even more dumbfounded. No one could explain the exact situation.

However, Namar did not dare to admit that they wanted to assassinate the Northern King!

The north’s flag was waving in the northern territory. It was a sign of killing!

If Namar dared to admit to this, how would the north let it go? Assassinating their army commander would definitely force the northern army to start killing again!

Namar had a look of despair. They had sent the emissary group just to secretly visit the Northern King.

Who would have thought that such a good thing would turn into them wanting to assassinate the Northern King, causing millions of soldiers of the north to unsheathe their swords.

How could Namar not be afraid?

As for letting Namar start a war?

Stop fooling around!

Even if the eight countries outside the borders joined forces, they did not dare to touch the northern territory. With the power of Namar alone, who could not even restore the country’s electrical power, how could they fight against the northern army?

It was more like sending them to their deaths.

Namar was a little terrified and urgently sent an envoy to visit Braydon Neal again.

However, this time, it was very formal. He handed in the official documents and came openly.

After Westley found out, he could not be bothered and left it to his subordinates to deal with. He sent the capital garrison to lead a team to escort them to Preston.

It was still Frodo Lance leading the escort team.

Neal manor.

Braydon sat in the bright hall and looked at the screen on his tablet. The red number had already exceeded 20 million!

This meant that the black sword virus had infected more than 20 million devices.

This included all walks of life in Namar. There were no intact eggs under the nest!

“Young Master Braydon, Namar has sent another diplomatic envoy!” Logan Hall quietly entered and lowered his head.

“Did you bring the official documents?” Braydon stood up with his hands behind his back.

Logan handed over a thick letter with both hands.

There was an official seal on it, which was the official document that Braydon wanted.

It was written very clearly on the official document that Namar had sent a delegation of seventy-two people with six spiritual herbs and five hundred spiritual stones to visit King Braydon to celebrate his twentieth birthday!

This letter made Braydon laugh.

Namar really knew how to find a reason to celebrate his birthday in a public way.

Him turning twenty was indeed a good reason for their visit.

However, the gifts were six stalks of spiritual herbs and five hundred spiritual stones. It was obvious that they had been transferred from Namar’s national treasury.

Spiritual herbs were hard to find in the world now, but Namar had a population of 90 million. If they could not even take out a few stalks of spiritual herbs, would it not be too shabby?

Braydon held the letter in his left hand and placed his right hand behind his waist. He smiled faintly and said, “Namar’s emissary delegation has arrived. They are guests after all. Invite them in!”

“Yes, Sir!”

The corners of Logan’s mouth twitched slightly. He thought to himself, “I didn’t see you treat the thirty-six people from Namar as guests.”

Seventy-two people came in the Neal family’s manor with heavy gifts.

The leader was a man in his forties, and his surname was also Ross!

The Ross surname was a prominent surname in Namar. Behind it was a great family. At its peak, it could influence the will of Namar. It was not strange that there were many people with the Ross surname in the upper echelons of Namar.

Among the seventy-two envoys from Namar, the leading envoy, Xion Ross, bowed and said, “Xion Ross, the envoy of Namar, and the members of the envoy wish His Highness the Northern King a long life of 2,000 years!”

“Is that so?”

Braydon sat at the head of the hall; his body wrapped in a Qilin robe. His quiet temperament exuded the might of a Qilin king!

The people of Namar wished that he, Braydon Neal, would die on the spot. Yet, they were here wishing Braydon a long life of 2,000 years. It was simply nonsense.

Tristan Yandell could not bear to listen to such hypocritical words.

Xion handed over a sandalwood box with both hands and said respectfully, “Our king heard that His Highness the Northern King is about to be crowned, so he specially asked me to bring him a private congratulatory gift!”

After saying that, the seventy-two members of Namar’s envoy group placed the six spiritual herbs sealed in the jade boxes in front of the bright hall. There were ten exquisite boxes with 500 spiritual stones sealed inside.

These congratulatory gifts were all written in the letter.

Only the sandalwood box in Xion’s hand did not have any records.

Tristan frowned and went forward to check, worried that there was a trap inside.

The sandalwood box was gently opened, revealing a fist-sized luminous pearl. It glowed with a soft green light, intoxicating people.

This kind of luminous pearl was hard to find in the world!

It was so big that it could be classified as a national treasure in the cultural relics’ world.

However, Braydon did not really care about antiques.

In his villa, there were more than a hundred pieces of porcelain from the five famous kilns of the Soho Empire. Each piece was priceless.

Each of them had a thousand years of history!

Xion’s attitude was humble. “Your Royal Highness, our emissary group came earlier. There might be some misunderstanding between us. Please believe that we have no ill intentions!”

After saying that.

The capital garrison watch that Tristan was wearing buzzed faintly, and the mirror flickered with red light.

Three flashes of red light per second!

S-level danger signal!

On the other end of the watch, someone was requesting a video call.

This scene attracted everyone’s attention.

“Take it!” Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly.

Tristan turned on the wristwatch’s projection function. A young man dressed in white stood with his hands behind his back in the middle of a desert.

He was the White-Clothed Killing God, Yuri Qualls!