The Strongest War God

198 The Captain Arrives, Seventh-Level War God!

The Preston mountains were filled with lush vegetation. Sometimes, one could see wolf kings howling at the moon. They were all wild animals.

The appearance of wild wolves on the outskirts of Preston mountains proved that the forest was recovering.

In the direction of the villas on Preston mountains, Braydon Neal held the dragon gall spear and stepped on the flying leaves. Under the moonlight, his white clothes were as white as snow, and he looked like an immortal.

Moving at a speed of 70 meters per second, this was Braydon’s king-level ability.

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Tristan Yandell followed closely behind, and Logan Hall bitterly laughed as he stuck out his butt to follow. However, his movement speed was far inferior to the two great figures in front of him.

Logan had also broadened his horizons by following them daily.

Sammy Dudley was injured, so he and Old Man Zito stayed behind to guard the Neal family.

There were more than a hundred black helicopters in Preston mountains, all of which were the latest model of transport aircraft. Young men in black with the Northern King sword embroidered on their chests landed in the Preston mountains.

Eight thousand elites led by the central plains imperial guards’ captain, Hatcher Murphy, arrived at the Preston mountains!

The tiger-eyed man, who was eight feet tall, wore a black robe, a black scarf, and a northern cold sword at his waist. His position was no lower than Zayn Ziegler.

There were five commanders in the five main teams.

Other than the five commanders, there were also five captains. They were not under the jurisdiction of the five commanders but were directly under the jurisdiction of the capital garrison.

In other words, the five captains took orders from Westley Hader, the capital governor in the capital hall.

The reason for this establishment was to prevent the five commanders from gaining too much power and not listening to orders.

The existence of the five captains controlled the five main teams and the core elite forces. They followed the capital garrison and increased the influence of the governor, Westley Hader.

They ensured that Westley’s orders would be passed directly to the various main teams.

Hatcher Murphy led 8,000 black-clothed guards and silently gathered at the Preston mountains.

A total of 8,000 men in black stood on the spot. Their bodies were like tigers, unmoving like mountains. They were in an orderly formation, and each of them gave off an iron-blooded aura.

This kind of aura was extremely similar to the northern army!

Just based on this aura, one could conclude that the central Hansworth main team’s black-robed guards were definitely military personnel.

The military aura they exuded could not be concealed.

A total of eight thousand men looked at the young man in white who was approaching from afar. He stood with his hands behind his back and stood on a towering tree.

Everyone’s tiger eyes revealed fervent faith!

This kind of gaze, did it not look like the way the northern men look at the commander?

They really looked the same way!

Hatcher Murphy looked at Braydon Neal, who had just arrived. He pulled out the sword at his waist and placed it across his chest. “The Central Plains main team’s Captain Hatcher Murphy greets the Northern King!”

“The Central Plains main team’s 8,000 imperial guards pay their respects to the Northern King!”

A total of 8,000 bold men in black all pulled out their black blades from their waists.

The cold swords were stabbed into the ground, and they all knelt on one knee.

The iron-blooded voice of the eight thousand people was like a tiger’s roar, breaking the silence of the dark night.

“There is no kneeling ceremony in the north,” Braydon said softly. “Don’t forget this!”

“If the commander still recognizes me, then we won’t kneel!”

Hatcher Murphy sheathed his saber and laughed foolishly.

The captain, who was known for his ruthlessness, was a man who intimidated the three provinces of the Central Plains. He was feared by all martial artists.

Compared to Zayn Ziegler, solo martial artists were more afraid of Captain Hatcher Murphy.

The reason was simple.

Zayn was commander, and he would do things according to the ironclad law of the central Hansworth main team.

However, once Hatcher led the imperial guards out, more than one or two people would die.

The captains were dispatched to carry out the order to kill!

Any martial artist who saw them, regardless of good or evil, would die.

This was the core strength of the five captains and the five main teams.

It was extremely mysterious.

If any martial artists provoked them, they did not have to struggle, they would just have to wait for death.

Now, Captain Hatcher’s words revealed an important piece of information.

He was from the northern army!

Not only was Hatcher from the northern army, but the eight thousand elites behind him were all from the northern army!

The retired people of the north were all selected by the five main teams.

So now, one should understand the influence of the Northern King.

The world was so big, but you could find people from the north anywhere you went!

In this life, the children of the north only respected the Northern King.

“I haven’t seen all of you for many years. I’m relieved that you’re all well,” Braydon said softly.

“In this life, I’ve sworn to follow the commander!”

As a seventh-level War God, Hatcher had been away from the northern territory for five years.

It had been five years since he had returned to the north, and he had not seen the commander the whole time.

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Now, old friends meet again.

“Find the twelve bandits of Preston mountains!” Braydon ordered softly.

“Understood!”

Captain Hatcher turned around and led his troops to search the entire Preston mountains.

Eight thousand warriors in black swept Preston mountains to search for the remaining ten bandits.

The Preston mountains was right next to Preston city.

The twelve bandits of Preston mountains were probably all warlords.

How could King Braydon allow unruly martial artists to threaten the safety of his family?

Moreover, the twelve bandits of Preston mountains had been wreaking havoc for ten years and had become the source of disaster for Preston mountains.

According to Hansworth’s ironclad law, they should have been arrested long ago.

Braydon chose a small hill and sat down gently. He looked up and saw a bright white moon. He inserted the dragon gall spear into the cliff.

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Hatcher returned with a basket in his hand.

“Northern King, the mountain wind is bone-piercing at night. Drink some wine to drive away the cold!” Hatcher placed the food and wine on the rock.

Braydon chuckled. “Let’s sit down and eat together. Let’s talk about your life in the Central Plains main team for the past five years.”

Hatcher’s identity was exposed in one sentence.

The north had hidden agents and open agents.

People like Hatcher Murphy, on the surface, seemed to have left the northern army.

However, all the martial artists in the world knew that even the retired men of the north were loyal to the northern territory.

The mark of the north could never be erased.

This type of person was an open agent.

“Commander!” Hatcher smiled bitterly. “We agreed that as a hidden agent, you can’t show yourself without the military order!”

“It’s just the two of us. There’s no need to worry about it. I have something to tell you!” Braydon opened a bottle of wine.

Hatcher held the cup with both hands and downed it in one gulp.

“Commander, please give me your orders,” he said.

“Help me investigate a person in the Neal family’s manor. His real name is Grayson Zito, but I think it’s a fake name. I have a feeling that he’s a hidden agent from the north.”

Braydon felt a rare headache when he said this.

The north’s hidden agents would never reveal their true identity in front of the commander.

What kind of person was Old Man Zito? Even now, he still could not be sure.

Hatcher’s expression was grave as he probed, “Is it the older generation?”

“I can’t be sure. There’s no direct evidence. Based on his age, I’m guessing that he’s a hidden agent from the older generation.”

Braydon toyed with the warm jade wine cup and downed it in one gulp.

The wine pierced through his throat and had a different taste.

“I’ll get someone to investigate right away!” Hatcher stood up.

“No hurry. We’ll talk after we deal with the twelve bandits of Preston mountains tonight.”

Braydon asked him to sit down.

Hatcher was a little helpless. “The older generation’s hidden agents won’t show themselves unless they receive orders. Commander, don’t worry. Give me a few days. I’ll find some clues. The old hidden agent will have to show himself even if he doesn’t want to!”