Cripple Carden of the Past, King Carden of the Present!

Taraz Ross had brought an army with him.

It had only been an hour since the last battle.

Namar once again put pressure on them. The ruler, Cameron Linar, personally ordered Taraz to personally lead the troops to attack.

Taraz led an army of 100,000 elites, all of them martial artists, and they were approaching tiger gate.

Luther Carden sat in the wheelchair and looked at the black mass of the Namar Army. He said calmly, "General Ross, long time no see!"

"Second Master Carden, where is Braydon Neal?"

Taraz pointed his black spear at Luther and questioned.

In the end, in tiger gate, all the elite soldiers of the first legion of the Northern Army had a murderous look in their eyes as they shouted angrily, "Anyone who calls the commander by his name will die!"

"Die!"

Braydon's name was taboo in the northern desert.

If one called him by his name, he would have to die!