Zhao Mai could naturally see how Tyrion and the half-dragon man did cooling exercises, but he just didn't see them. Within the range covered by his field, there was almost nothing that could escape his perception. In his usual state, this range was about thirty meters; when it turned into blue hair, it could expand to one thousand meters. However, as the area of ​​the soil continued to expand, the insect heart ring could continuously increase the range of this field until it became a spherical range with a radius of 21,000 meters.

The area under complete control is so large that even if Xiran proliferates, it will not be able to expand this range. There must be something unknown that limits it. Outside this range, Zhao Mai can only use spells, spells, psychic abilities and the neural network of Z insects to detect the situation.

Within this range, he saw countless wronged souls.

Outside the invisible view of ordinary people, on the streets, walls and roofs of Yuzhuo Aqsa City, there are gray-black figures standing. Their faces are a little unclear, and their body shapes can be roughly distinguished from dwarves and humans. They are motionless and have no reaction to the people coming and going, but they gather a sense of territorial full of resentment.

"This city gives people a gloomy and cold feeling. Have you noticed it?" Tyrion frowned and said to Ricas.

"No, I didn't feel anything unusual." Ricas tidied up his clothes. He wore a gorgeous messenger's robe, his wide sleeves that almost drooped to the ground and raised shoes, which made him very inconvenient to movement. He was used to the cool and simple clothes of the gladiator, rather than the tedious clothes. The only good news was that he could hold the heart-wood spear behind him, from his right shoulder to his left hip, just enough to hide.

The Heart Wood Spear can protect users from the damage of psychic powers and magic at least mostly. Rikas looked around and saw that the city was indeed too few and deserted, unlike the residence of the powerful Dragon Emperor. It was not as good as Yurik, let alone Tyre. But there was one question he dared not think about, that is, "where are the people gone". What is the energy-charged obsidian balls on the back of the worm? He only heard it once.

A high-level templar warrior raised his chin proudly, poked his fingers one by one, and counted the number of obsidian balls. He casually stroked the paper twice, which should be a list, and then said in a satisfied and sharp voice: "The tax has been collected, and what is owed has been made up. The lord of Tyre and the lord of Yurik, you can go and meet His Majesty the Dragon Emperor!"

"Cut him!!" Tesian shook his finger, and two high-level Templar warriors rushed up, cutting off the tax officer's ears from left to right. "Continue!" Tesian gave the order, and his nose and one arm fell down. "Continue." Tesian said another, and then the tax officer was cut into pieces after a scream.

There was no reaction in the city. The large group of templars expected to be suppressed by Ricas, and it seemed that the same templar murders, slaves and kings had such a big difference in the risk of murdering templars. Everyone left behind obsidian balls, and under the leadership of another templar, Tessian, Ricus and Tyrion, each with six or seven guards, went to meet the Dragon Emperor.

Polis led his high-level templar warriors, brain controlers and magicians to stand on the steps in front of the palace gate. There were only more than forty warriors in armor, but the other two casters were not less than one hundred. This was beyond Tessian's expectations and also aroused his alertness. Comparing Tir City, under the leadership of the spell master Carac, there were only about twenty high-level wizards who could take action. Due to their usual scattering, they fought on their own and could not gather together. There were a little more brain controlers, and there could be seventy people, but they could not match the formation set by the Dragon Emperor. This was just the number of people on the surface. Who knows if there was any hidden one? What should these forces be done to be put out? Tessian was unwilling to think about it. He glanced at Tyrion and approached him a little closer.

The Dragon Emperor is not always a dragon, usually a dragon-turned witch king. He stood coldly, his winding tail behind him fluttering in dying spirits, and the dust was swept up and swirled towards the sky. It is said that the Dragon Emperor will only show his true body when he is angry and fighting. Now it is just a daily state to save physical energy. Polis currently shows the same size as the purebred giant, which is about six meters long, with an extremely thin figure and a bit skinny.

His skin is iron-colored, with keratinous skin on every piece of flesh and shell, and the knees on his legs bent opposite each other. His arms are almost all bones and bulging knuckles at the end. Polis's appearance is shocking because he is not a human at all. The end of the snake-shaped neck is a head similar to a toucan, with tough skin covering the top of his pointed head, and a pair of bubbling eyes are almost invisible.

Appearance is combat power. Polis is not able to fight at first glance, but it is a bit of a miserable feeling. Tessian and others saluted the Dragon Emperor, and Polis said in a loud voice with hissing: "You have paid the tax and continue to maintain it in the future. But there is no witch king among you, so you cannot hold the treasures of Karak and Hamanna. You must hand it over. Then, half of the people here will die."

Don't follow the routine? Sure enough, there is a problem! Taixian bent down respectfully and saluted, and then said, "Dear Dragon Emperor, Tyre respects your authority and strength as always. However, after the death of the former Witch King Karak, the city was incredibly chaotic. We finally found that many treasures had been stolen and were wandering outside. We need time to find these things back before we can return them to the Dragon Emperor."

Polis's little eyes stayed on Tessian and narrowed even smaller. A pressure was transmitted, Tessian did not resist at all and immediately lay on the ground. He shivered all over, as if his spiritual power was just a decoration, and he was even weaker, so he would not even have the interest of being killed.

Rikas took a step and came to Taisian. The protective force field generated by the Heartwood Spear also moved over and protected Taisian. The Dragon Emperor frowned. Although it could crush the protection of the Heartwood Spear, it also meant that these three people would be squeezed to death by his powerful force. So he looked at Tyrion and said, "Who are you representing, dwarf. I remember Nibenai (the sixth fighter, the Witch King of Nibenai City, and the enemy of the Dwarf) should have eliminated you all!"

"I am just a shorter human, and I am ugly, not a dwarf." Tyrion said: "His Majesty the Dragon Emperor, the treasures of the former Witch King cannot be left to unworthy people. So if the power matches, can I stay there?"

"I'm so bold. I don't answer the question I asked you, but I asked me here." Polis raised his hand and made a grabbing move to Tyrion. The invisible arm made of the supernatural powers grabbed the dwarf and wanted to pull him over.

Tyrion opened his spiritual power field, but collapsed in an instant. Ricas hurriedly moved over, but was pulled by Tessian. Tyrion's feet left the ground and then stopped in the air.

Zhao Mai appeared in front of Tyrion, separating Polis's supernatural powers. He frowned and looked at Tyrion and said, "Why do I think you just want to call me out?"
Chapter completed!