Tyrion was surrounded by a long sword again, this time more dangerous than when he was in a knee-bearing hotel. He shouted: "Gao Ru Honor! Don't you remember your tribe language?"

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

"Mr. Robin said that he was letting him fly, but he didn't say it must be me. I think you should ask clearly." Tyrion took two steps back and stood beside Bolon. "I won the battle trial, but I was going to be murdered intentionally! This is a brutal act!"

But the Knights of the Valley didn't listen to him, and the sword in their hands didn't even tremble.

"I can't deal with so many people," said Bolon. "Maybe this terrible Yuemen didn't eat enough today and needed a snack." But the mercenary did not put down his sword. He no longer believed in the integrity of these knights, and they shouted "The honor of Sir Vadis", that is, they also wanted to take their lives to avenge him?

Zhao Mai was already scared by the scene in front of him. What is going on? According to normal development, Tyrion relied on Bolon's help and was released down the mountain after winning the competition trial, but now he is about to be besieged by the knights in the valley? What is this going on?

Could it be that it was because he affected Bachelor Komon's sleep that caused Bachelor Robin Ailin to be away when he was sick, and then they failed to officially announce the conclusion of releasing Tyrion? I remember that when he was in Atas, the will of the world was not so fragile! Zhao Mai suspected in his heart that something might have happened in this world. At the same time, he did not hesitate, and rushed to Tyrion and blocked the knights in the valley.

"Stop!" Zhao Mai shouted, "Stop your behavior that is harmful to the character of the knights. Otherwise, you will not only defile your own honor, but also bring questions to whether Robin Elin can manage the East Realm well!"

"Where did the wild boy come from? I'm talking nonsense here?!"

"It's you who speaks loudly!" Zhao Mai pointed at him without any mercy and said, "Do you dare to report your name?"

"Sir Lynn Cobrey," the man snorted coldly: "Where are you from the beast?"

The word "Battle" obviously angered Zhao Mai, and he could not accept the insults and abuse of his family. Zhao Mai raised his left fingers and his spiritual power jumped out of the remote control ring with anger, and walked around his fingertips, turning into a rope covered with thorns, flying over and tied Sir Cobrey's neck tightly. He wore a light chain mail under the cloak and made a neck cover with leather to protect the key points, but these had no effect on the ropes transformed into the mind. The spikes easily penetrated the skin, just like many small holes in a vase filled with wine, and naturally there would be a red liquid flowing down. He tried hard to grab the rope with both hands, but it always penetrated through it, as if the rope did not exist.

This magical scene calmed the entire Eagle Nest City. The slightly white lighted rope of the supernatural power seemed to have strangled everyone's trachea, making them unable to speak. Zhao Mai's fingers gently moved, and Sir Cobrey was dragged by the rope and walked forward slowly, slowly approaching the moon gate. The whistling wind blew in from the opening, blew the Jazz's hair. He finally became panicked, and tears and snot flowed down at the same time.

"Let him go, you evil wizard!" Savre pulled out his long sword and jumped down from a high place, slashing at the rope of the supernatural powers. Zhao Mai glanced at him. There was no trace of energy fluctuation on Savre's weapon. He only needed to transform virtually and reality in an instant. This slash of momentum fell into the air, leaving only a mark on the ground.

"You're not here, stay there." Zhao Mai said to Savre: "Even if the witch hunter can kill spell casters in history, you have only inherited your name but don't have that strength. Don't die in vain."

Just as they were talking, Sir Cobrey had been dragged to the Moon Gate, his body shaking and he was about to fall down at any time. The knights did not dare to move around, and could only keep shouting: "Stop, don't kill, everything is easy to discuss."

A small hand was placed on Zhao Mai's arm, and Tyrion frowned and said, "I can see that this person has been deliberately provoking since the end of the competition! It is very happy to kill him, but he will make a complete enemy of the Knights of the Valley and 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 out his right hand, and pulled out the hunter's blood spear from his bracelet. As soon as the rusty weapon appeared, it began to emit a blue light. In everyone's eyes, the light was more conspicuous than fifty torches.

"Magic really exists!" Tyrion's heart beat excitedly! The extinguished fire of hope when he was a child was ignited again, "Let's take him as a hostage and leave here. Don't waste time with these fools."

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

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

"Will you take revenge on the Knights of the Valley after you leave?"

"Uh..." Tyrion blinked a few times, hesitated for two seconds before speaking. "Of course, I will. I will find the slander, bullying, torture I have received, the freedom I have lost, the ridicule and unfair treatment I have received! I will take the knight to break through the Mingyue Mountains, tear off the blood gate, and chisel through the Eagle's Nest City!"

"I think your idea is just right for me." Zhao Mai looked at Sir Linen, who was already full of tears. "This world has changed too easily. Since I can't avoid being involved in trouble, why should I be restrained?" He hooked his left hand, his soul chain tightened suddenly, dragging Linen directly into the moon gate. The screams drifted away for only a moment, and the moon gate still looked empty.

Savre rushed over with his sword, vowing to cut Zhao Mai twice. However, he had no way to deal with magic and spiritual abilities. Zhao Mai kicked his eyes hard at him, and his spiritual abilities burst out. For this tragic demon hunter, the most convenient way to crash his head. Brain locking is not a complicated technique, but the more complicated the person is, the harder it is to be locked. Poor Savre rolled his eyes, crawled down softly, and the scimitar fell aside.

He is still alive and awake, but he doesn't think of anything in his mind and truly enters 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 emitting light, sweeping across the knights in the valley. "I was thrown away by sowing discord, and I still need a hostage now. Which one is best to catch?"

There was only a crackling sound, and the reserved grain was transported to Zhao Mai. There was a person in his mouth and a whimpering warning sound came from his throat.

"Master Robin!" "It's Duke Ailin!" The knights were completely frightened. It turned out that when Zhao Mai came down, the reserve grain had just woken up and followed lazily. As soon as the conflict occurred, it turned around and ran back to Bachelor Kemon's house. When the person was unprepared, he bit Robin Ailin's collar and teleported to Zhao Mai.

The King of the Valley was still in a coma, his teeth were clenched and his mouth was foaming. Zhao Mai wanted to catch the hostage, but he would not bully the sick child. Moreover, a child who was still ill was not considered an excellent hostage. So Zhao Mai raised his hand and pressed the white light to drive away the disease on Robin's head, just to think it was a compensation for scaring him. Since his birth, Robin Elin has never felt as comfortable as he has today. The long-term torture of him disappeared in an instant. Within two seconds, he returned to normal, with big black eyes looking at Zhao Mai.

Zhao Mai lifted him up with a left hand. The child was too thin and was basically not as heavy as a pound. "If you act rashly, I will let the youngest one here fly."

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

"This time it's not the youngest, but the youngest one." Tyrion smiled with his mouth slanted.
Chapter completed!