Sword and Magic and Taxi

Tyrion was surrounded by swords again, this time even more dangerous than when he was in the Knee Inn. He shouted: "High as honor! Don't you remember your ethnic language?"

"We remember loyalty and obedience," a knight said.

"Master Robin said to let him fly. I didn't say that it must be me. I think you should ask clearly." Tyrion stepped back two steps and stood beside Bolong. "I won the battle trial, but I will be deliberately murdered! This is an atrocity!"

But the valley knights didn't listen to him, and the long sword in their hands didn't even shake.

"I can't deal with so many people." Bolong said: "Maybe this terrible Moon Gate is not full today and needs a snack." But the mercenary did not put down the sword. He didn't believe in the morals of these knights, and they also shouted "The Honor of Sir Vadis", that is to take his own life to avenge him?

Zhao Mai was already shocked by the scene before him. What is going on here? According to normal development, Tyrion relied on Bolong's help and was released down the mountain after winning the battle trial, but now he is about to be besieged by the knights in the valley? Which one is this trouble?

Was it because he affected Bachelor Comon’s sleep, so Bachelor was not around when Robin Eylin’s illness occurred, and then they failed to officially announce the conclusion of Tyrion’s release? Remember when in Atas, the will of the world was not so weak! Zhao Mai wondered in his heart that there might be something wrong with this world, and at the same time, without hesitation, a dashing body rushed to Tyrion and blocked the knights in the valley.

"Stop!" Zhao Mai yelled, "Stop your behavior that is detrimental to the knight's morals. Otherwise, you will not only tarnish your honor, but also give Robin Aylin whether he can manage the East Territory well. doubt!"

"Where did the wild boy come from, let out a lot of words here?!"

"You are the one who speaks loudly!" Zhao Mai pointed at him mercilessly and said, "Do you dare to report your name?"

"Sir Lynn Cobrey," the man snorted coldly, "Where did you come from?"

The term "wild species" obviously angered Zhao Mai, and he could not accept the abuse of insults and family members. Zhao Mai raised the **** of his left hand, and the psychic abilities jumped out of the telekinesis ring with anger, went around his fingertips, turned into a rope full of thorns, and flew over to bind Sir Cobrey's neck tightly. He wore light chain mail under the cloak and made a leather collar to protect the vitals, but these had no effect on the ropes transformed into psychic powers. The spikes easily penetrated the skin, just like puncturing many small holes in a skin filled with wine, and red liquid will naturally flow down. He tried to grasp the rope with both hands, but he always passed through it, as if the rope did not exist.

This magical scene calmed down the entire Eagle's Nest City, and the faintly glowing psychic power rope seemed to restrain everyone's trachea, making them unable to speak. Zhao Mai's fingers flicked lightly, and Sir Cobree was dragged by the rope to keep walking forward, slowly approaching the moon gate. The howling wind blew in from the opening and messed up Jazz's hair. He finally became panicked, tears and nose streaming down at the same time.

"Let go of him, you evil wizard!" Saffir drew a long knife and jumped from a high place, cutting to the rope of psionic power. Zhao Mai glanced at it, and there was no trace of energy fluctuations on Savre's weapon. All it takes is an instantaneous transformation of virtuality and reality, and this awe-inspiring knife falls into the empty space, leaving a cut mark on the ground.

"There's nothing to do with you here, just stay aside." Zhao Mai said to Saffir: "Even if the witcher can kill the caster in history, you only inherit the name, but you don't have that strength. Don't die for nothing."

While they were talking, Sir Cobrey had been dragged to the moon gate, swaying and about to fall down at any time. The knights didn't dare to move, they could only keep shouting: "Stop, don't kill, everything is for discussion."

With a small hand on Zhao Mai’s arm, Tyrion frowned and said, “I can see that this man has been deliberately provoking him since the end of the match! I am very happy to kill him, but he will fight the Valley Knight thoroughly. Encounter, you will not be able to leave."

"What you want to say is that we can't leave, right?" Zhao Mai pulled the rope with his left hand, stretched his right hand, and drew the Hunter's Blood Spear from the bracelet. As soon as this rusty weapon came out, it began to emit a blue shimmer. In the eyes of everyone, this light is more conspicuous than fifty torches.

"Magic really exists!" Tyrion's heart beats excitedly! The flame of hope that had been extinguished when I was a child ignited again, "Let’s take him hostage and leave here. Don’t waste time with these idiots."

Zhao Mai thought for a while, and it was indeed a good idea to seize the hostage. "Tyrion, I now hope you can tell me the truth."

"What? I will answer honestly whatever you ask!"

"After you leave, will you take revenge on the Knights of the Valley?"

"Uh..." Tyrion blinked a few small eyes, hesitated for two seconds before speaking. "Of course it will. The slander, humiliation, and torture I have suffered, the freedom I have lost, the ridicule and injustice I have suffered, I will find it back! I will take the knight through the Mingyue Mountains, tear down the blood gate, and gouge through it. Eagle's Nest City!"

"I think your idea is just what I want." Zhao Mai looked at Sir Lynn, who was already tearful. "The world has changed too easily. Since I can't avoid getting involved in trouble, why should I be restrained?" He hooked his left hand, and the chain of mind suddenly tightened, dragging Lynn directly into the moon. The door, the screaming sound only rang for a moment before it drifted away, and the moon door still looked empty.

Saffir raised his knife and rushed over, vowing to cut Zhao Mai in two. But he had no response to magic and psychic powers. Zhao Mai gave him a strong eye, and the psychic powers burst out. For this dead-headed demon hunter, letting his head freeze is the most convenient way. Mental lock-in is not a complicated technique, but the more complicated people are, the harder it is to be locked-in. Poor Saffel rolled his eyes, fell softly, and the scimitar dropped to the side.

He was still alive and awake, but he didn't think about anything in his mind, and he really entered a state of blank thinking. This is enough to keep him quiet for a while.

Zhao Mai stepped on the long knife, and his eyes were still shining across the knights in the valley. "I was lost by provoking discord and talking nonsense. Now I still need a hostage. Which one is the best?"

There was only a crackling sound, and the food reserve was delivered to Zhao Mai's side, with a person in its mouth, and a whining warning sound from its throat.

"Master Robin!" "It's Duke Aylin!" The knights were completely frightened~www.NovelMTL.com~ It turned out that when Zhao Mai came down, he just woke up from the food reserve and followed lazily behind. As soon as the conflict occurred, it turned around and ran back to Bachelor Kemeng's room, biting Robin Aylin's collar while others were unprepared, and teleporting to Zhao Mai.

The king of the valley was still in a coma, his teeth clenched and foaming at his mouth. Zhao Mai wants to take hostages, but he will not bully sick children. And a child who is still ill is not a good hostage. So Zhao Mai raised his hand, and the white light that expelled the disease was pressed on Robin's head, just as a compensation for frightening him. Since birth, Robin Alling has not been as comfortable as he is today, and the pain that has plagued him for a long time disappeared in an instant. He returned to normal within two seconds, looking at Zhao Mai with **** eyes.

Zhao Mai lifted him up with a catch with his left hand. The child was too thin, basically not twofold. "If you act rashly, I will let the youngest one fly."

"Let him fly! Let him fly! I want to see!" Robin was lifted in the air, but still dancing.

"This time it's not the youngest, but the youngest." Tyrion slanted his mouth and smiled.

"I don't care, I want to watch!" (To be continued.)