Chapter 227: Why Stop Being a Robber?
Tyrion was surrounded by swords again, this time even more dangerous than at the Bending Knee Inn. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info he shouted: "As high as honor! Don't you remember your own language?"
"We remember loyalty and obedience. A knight said.
"Lord Robin said to let him fly, not to say it must be me. I think you should ask. Tyrion took two steps back and stood beside Boron. "I won the contest trial, but I was going to be murdered!
But the Knights of the Valley did not listen to him, and the long sword in his hand did not even tremble.
"I can't handle so many people. Boron said, "Maybe this terrible moon gate hasn't eaten enough today, and needs a small snack." But the mercenary didn't stop there. He no longer believed in the knights' rituals, and they shouted "Honor of Ser VΓ‘ddis", that is, to take his own life to avenge him?
Zhao Mai was already frightened by the scene in front of him. What is going on?As is the normal development, Tyrion was allowed to descend the mountain after winning the jousting trial with the help of Bron, but now he is about to be besieged by the knights of the Vale?
Could it be that he affected Maester Cormon's sleep, causing Robin Arryn to be absent when he was ill, and then causing them to not officially announce the conclusion of the release of Tyrion? Remember when Attath, the will of the world was not so fragile! Zhao Mai suspected in his heart that something might be wrong with this world, and at the same time, without hesitation, he rushed to Tyrion's side and blocked the knights of the valley.
"Stop!" Zhao Mai shouted, "stop your behavior that is detrimental to the knight's character." Otherwise, you will not only tarnish your own honor, but also raise questions about Robin Arryn's ability to manage the East Frontier well!"
"Where did you come from, the wild boy, who is making a big fuss here?!"
"It's you who make a big fuss!" Zhao Mai pointed at him mercilessly and said, "Do you dare to report your name?"
"Sir Lynn Cobray," the man snorted coldly, "where are you from a wild seed?"
The word wild seed obviously angered Zhao Mai, and the insult to his family was unacceptable to him. Zhao Mai raised two fingers of his left hand, and the psychic ability jumped out of the telepathic ring with rage, bypassing his fingertips, turning into a rope covered with thorns, flying over and binding Sir Cobray's neck. He wore light chain mail underneath his cloak and made a neck crust out of leather to protect his vital points, but these did nothing to protect the ropes that his psychic abilities had transformed. The spikes easily pierced the skin, like small holes in a pouch filled with wine, and a red liquid naturally flowed down. He tried to grasp the rope with both hands, but it always passed through it as if it didn't exist.
This magical scene silenced the entire Eagle's Nest City, and the psychic ability rope that glowed with a faint white light seemed to strangle everyone's windpipes, making them unable to speak. Zhao Mai's fingers flicked slightly, and Sir Cobray was dragged forward by the rope, slowly approaching the Moon Gate. A howling wind blew in through the opening, ruffling Jazz's hair. He finally became panicked, tears and snot streaming down his cheeks at the same time.
"Let him go, you evil wizard!" Savel drew his long knife and leaped from the height, slashing at the ropes of the psychic ability. Zhao Mai glanced at it, and there was no trace of energy fluctuations on Saffer's weapon. It only takes an instant transformation of virtual and real, and this imposing sword falls into the air, leaving only a cut mark on the ground.
"It's none of your business here, just stay aside. Zhao Mai said to Saver: "Even if the Demon Hunter can kill the caster in history, but you only inherit the name, but you don't have that strength, don't die in vain." β
While they were talking, Sir Cobray had been dragged to the moongate, his body staggering, and he was about to fall down at any moment. The knights did not dare to move, so they could only keep shouting: "Stop, don't kill, everything is negotiable." β
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 trouble since the end of the competition! Killing him is certainly very happy, but it will be a complete enmity with the Valley Knight, and you will not be able to leave." β
"What you're trying to say is that we can't leave, right?" Zhao Mai dragged the rope with his left hand, stretched out his right hand, and pulled out the hunter's blood spear from the bracelet. As soon as the rusty weapon appeared, it began to glow blue. In the eyes of all, this light was more conspicuous than fifty torches.
"Magic really exists!" Tyrion's heart throbbed with excitement, the flame of hope that had been extinguished as a child was rekindled, "Let's take him hostage and get out of here." Don't waste your time with these idiots. β
Zhao Mai thought about it, it was indeed a good idea to take hostages. "Tyrion, I want you to tell me the truth now. β
"What? I'll answer you honestly!"
"Will you take revenge on the Valley Knight after you leave?"
"Uh......" Tyrion blinked a few times in his small eyes and hesitated for two seconds before speaking. "Absolutely. I will get back the slander, humiliation, and torture I have suffered, the freedom I have lost, the ridicule and unfair treatment I have suffered! I will lead the knight to break through the Bright Moon Mountains, tear down the blood gate, and chisel through the Eagle's Nest City!"
"I think you're thinking that's what I want. Zhao Mai looked at Sir Lynn, who was already full of tears. "The world has changed too easily, since I can't avoid being caught in trouble, then why should I be restrained?" He hooked his left hand, and the chain of his mind tightened suddenly, dragging Lynn directly into the moon gate, and the screams were only heard for a moment before they drifted away, and the moon gate still looked empty.
Saver rushed over with his knife raised, vowing to cut Zhao Mai in two. But he had no way to deal with magic or psychic abilities, and Zhao Mai kicked his eyes hard at him, and psychic abilities erupted. For this brainless witcher, it's the most convenient way to let his head crash. Brain locking is not a very complicated technique, but the more complex the mind, the harder it is to be locked. Poor Savel rolled his eyes, and his body fell limply, and the scimitar fell to the side.
He was still alive and awake, but he didn't think about anything in his head, and he really entered a state of blank thinking. It was enough to quiet him for a while.
Zhao Mai stepped on the long knife, and his eyes that were still shining swept over the knights of the valley. "I threw away the one who sowed discord and talked nonsense, and now I still need a hostage, which one is the best?"
Only a crackling sound was heard, and the reserve grain was transmitted to Zhao Mai's side, with a person in its mouth, and a whining warning sound came out of its throat.
"Lord Robin!" "It's Duke Arryn!" The knights were completely stunned. It turned out that when Zhao Mai came down, the reserve grain had just woken up and followed lazily behind. As soon as the conflict broke out, it turned around and ran back, arrived at Master Comon's house, and took advantage of the unpreparedness to bite Robin Arryn's collar and teleported to Zhao Mai.
The King of the Valley was still unconscious, his teeth clenched and his mouth foaming. Zhao Mai wants to take hostages, but he will not bully sick children. And a child who is still sick is not a good hostage. So Zhao Mai raised his hand, and the white light that drove away the disease pressed on Robin's head, which should be regarded as compensation for scaring him. Since birth, Robin Arryn has never felt as well as he does today, and the pain that has tormented him for a long time disappeared in an instant. It didn't take him two seconds for him to return to normal, looking at Zhao Mai with a pair of big black eyes.
Zhao Mai lifted him up with his left hand, this child was too thin, basically not a few taels. "If you act rashly, I'll let the youngest one fly here. β
"Let him fly! Let him fly! I want to see!" Robin was lifted into the air, but still dancing.
"This time it's not the youngest, it's the youngest. Tyrion squinted and laughed.
"I don't care, I want to see!" (To be continued.) )