Lord of the North

"Bloom sent you here?"

Jason looked at the dozen or so people who were kneeling in front of him in shock, and asked calmly.

The previous battle ended in a very short period of time. These three hundred outlaws were still ordinary people after all. They were no match for the well-trained and terrifying Spartan warriors.

And those masters from the Heshouhui were even more horrified to find out that their information on Jason's subordinates had long been outdated.

When facing Hassan and the others to show their true strength, these people from the Heshouhui couldn't arouse the desire to fight at all.

Facing his question, several people moved their lips slightly but did not make a sound, and the others did not respond to his words.

It seems that Braum has given them a lot of benefits and promises, otherwise how could a group of rabble have such awareness.

"Don't say it? It doesn't matter if you don't say it, and you won't have a chance to say it later."

Jason's expression became indifferent, and he waved his hand lightly. Those ordinary people who hadn't stepped into the extraordinary were immediately dragged away by the Spartan warriors.

After a while, there were a few shouts and screams in the distance.

"You should be from the co-op club, right?"

Turning his attention to these people who have always been expressionless, or who look at death like home, Jason asked with interest.

"Marquis Jason, since you came to the north, you are doomed to failure in the future." A man in gray robe slowly raised his head, looked at Jason and said.

"Oh? Why? With you rats? Or this half-dead kashoukai?" Jason sneered, and he didn't know where his confidence came from.

"The president will definitely avenge us." The man's eyes were cold and he growled in a low voice.

"Your previous president is dead."

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"My lord, if we kill them all, we can't find an excuse to attack Ye Luo City."

Not long after, Jason ordered to kill all these desperadoes who gritted their teeth and refused to reveal the news, so Lan Maloch came forward to remind him a little puzzled.

"rest assured,

Hassan had already arranged these things. "

Jason patted him on the shoulder. If he wasn't prepared enough, how could he be so decisive?

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! My own, my own!" Just as the words fell, a trembling voice came from a distance.

Lan Maloch followed the sound, and a man with empty hands approached Jason slowly. He looked at the murderous Spartans around him with a little horror in his eyes, and his face was pale.

They killed so many people just now, and the ferocious aura on their bodies was hard to calm down for a while.

"who are you?"

Lan Malloc took a step to stand in front of Jason, with vigilant eyes, raised his spear and pointed at the person who came and asked in a low voice.

"I... I am my own person, my own person!"

Seeing Lan Malok's posture, the man was almost scared to pee, and he stammered and shouted in a crying voice.

"Lord Ranmallock, please don't worry, let me ask him."

At this time, Hassan heard the sound coming from a distance, and he was relieved when he saw that this man had not been killed by Lan Malok: "Let me ask him."

The man immediately turned his pitiful gaze to Hassan, who was sent by Braum to monitor the ambush, because they would feel uneasy without Braum's people present.

This person is one of Bron's confidantes, who followed him a long time ago.

The price that Hassan and the others offered this time was too tempting. Although he betrayed his own army commander by doing this, he got huge benefits.

He got money that he could never spend in several lifetimes, and he didn't want to die in this wilderness before he had time to enjoy it.

"Are you from Chris?"

Hassan stepped forward to his side and lowered his head, his eyes were as deep as an abyss, the man couldn't help but put his gaze on his eyes.

"Yes! Yes! Exactly!"

The man nodded immediately, afraid that if he answered slowly, he would end up like those dead people. If he hadn't stayed where he was and didn't rush up just now, he might be dead by now.

"What about things?"

"Yes, here."

Trembling, he took out a letter from his pocket, the opened letter, and handed it to Hassan.

"My lord, we have all the people and things we want."

"this is?"

Lan Maloch pointed to the letter with some doubts and asked.

"This is Bron's personal letter, with his personal seal on it. It was originally given to the big shots of the kaiju, but I asked for it back on the grounds that Bron asked me to take it back after reading the letter."

Speaking of this matter, he was a little complacent. Originally, Chris planned to forge a letter.

"No matter what we do next, don't we have a reasonable excuse?"

Hassan smiled and finished speaking to Ranmallock, and then the bull head looked at the Bron traitor and said: "You have done a good job. When the matter is over, what we promised you before will not be less than a copper coin, but you You still need to go to Yero City with us."

It is impossible for such a person to serve under Jason's command. Today he can betray Bron for money, but in the future he may betray Jason to save his life.

"No, no, no, I can't go back to Yero City, Bron will kill me!" The man waved his hands in horror.

"With us here, Braum can't touch you." Hassan said in relief, with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

The man couldn't help swallowing when he looked at his expression and eyes. He had no doubt that if he said another word no, this kind-looking young man would make him suffer, and even kill him.

"Okay...okay, I'll go with you...that's it."

At the same time, the 4,000 troops led by Gareth also slowly assembled, and then marched towards the city of Hierro, which made the noble lords along the way suddenly tremble with fear.

Although they are united and have no fear of Jason's army, but now this army can destroy the territory of any one of them.

Fortunately, Gareth and the others ignored these aristocratic territories, and just passed by without their consent, but this has already given the aristocrats a long sigh of relief, as long as they don't make trouble for them, they can say anything.

Soon Bron from Hierro City got the news. After all, Gareth's people had been watching near where Gareth was stationed, and Gareth ignored them.

After getting the news, his face immediately became very ugly: "Isn't Jason Lopez dead? Why did these troops suddenly move towards us!"

It's not that he's afraid of the four thousand troops. After all, there are eight thousand troops in the city of Hierro, and by uniting some nobles who oppose Jason, it's easy to gather tens of thousands of troops.

"Where's Chris? Let him come!" ()