The Nothern King's Cavalry Heading South
The cold words made Harris Flitwick tremble.
He opened his mouth wide.
Unfortunately, Braydon Neal's blade was faster than his words.
He cut his throat with a sword and took his life.
Harris clutched his throat and fell to the ground. Blood kept coming out of his mouth as he looked at the blue sky.
He died with grievances!
The information that Braydon revealed was too shocking.
Harris died in vain, unable to see the fall of the northern army in the underworld.
On the contrary, he could see that his Flitwick family being annihilated by Braydon.
Old Man Zito was about to leave.
"Where are you going?" Braydon asked calmly.
"To the capital!"
Old Man Zito wanted to go, and so did Ernest Lanford.
It was time to avenge the Ludwig army.
Harris said that this was done by the powerful families, and that was enough.
They were going to take revenge.