Tiger Roar of the Northern King

Tonight, it was not the Togo garrison's turn to make a choice!

Their life and death were in the hands of King Braydon!

Tobey Lapras had beheaded Banko's Shingo Hattori with a single slash. His fearsome might had shocked everyone in the Togo Empire.

Braydon, wearing a ghost mask, gently descended on Togo.

He walked in front of the Togo garrison and looked at the old men who had died in battle.

Every old man was wearing a shroud.

They had died tragically!

This was their choice.

In their twilight years, they chose to die in Togo.

Ernest Lanford was also dead!

The old man who had once played chess with Braydon in the Neal family manor had fallen in Togo.

Cesar Lichtman, the deputy regimental commander of the second legion of the northern army, had fallen here!

Braydon looked at his corpse. His blood was still warm, and his tiger eyes were not closed. He stood there quietly for a long time.