The Mysterious Village

"Yes, sir!"

Maddox Johnstone also noticed that the tail behind them were not the hidden agents of the northern territory.

The Northern Army's tracking skills were not that bad.

In a flash, Maddox disappeared from where he was.

Nine hundred meters behind Braydon Neal, under a tree, there were two middle-aged men in tunic suits. They looked nervous as they followed Braydon. They did not dare to let their guard down.

But behind them, a breeze blew past.

"Have you seen enough?" Maddox asked calmly. 

"Who is it?"

The middle-aged martial artist's face was pale, and cold sweat covered his entire body.

They were all martial artists. If someone sneaked up behind them without them knowing, it meant that there was a huge difference in strength.

Maddox looked at the two of them and said, "You're just beginner warlords, yet you dare to tail the commander? Should I commend you for your courage or say that you are ignorant?"