Chapter 229 Why Not Be a Robber Once?

Tyrion is once again surrounded by swords, this time even more dangerous than at the Kneeling Inn. He shouted loudly: "Higher than honor! Don't you remember your own language?"

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

"Lord Robin said he should fly, but he didn't say it must be me. I think you should ask clearly." Tyrion took two steps back and stood next to Bronn. "I won a trial by combat, only to be deliberately murdered! This is an atrocity!"

But the knights of the valley did not listen to him, and the swords in their hands did not even shake.

"I can't deal with so many people." Bronn said: "Maybe this terrible Moon Gate didn't have enough to eat today and needs a snack." However, the mercenary did not put down his sword. He no longer believed in the integrity of these knights, and they even shouted "Sir Vardis's Honor", so they also wanted to take their own lives to avenge him?

Zhao Mai was already frightened by the scene in front of him. What's going on? According to the normal development, Tyrion relied on Bronn's help and was allowed to go down the mountain after winning the trial by combat, but now he is about to be besieged by the knights in the valley? What's the fuss about?

Could it be that he had affected Maester Colemont's sleep, causing the maester to be away from Robin Arryn when he fell ill, and then causing them to fail to formally announce the conclusion of Tyrion's release? Could it be that all this was caused? I remember that when I was in Atas, the will of the world was not so fragile! Zhao Mai suspected in his heart that there might be something wrong with the world, but at the same time, without hesitation, he rushed to Tyrion's side and blocked the knights in the valley.

"Stop!" Zhao Mai shouted, "Stop your behavior that harms the knight's character. Otherwise, you will not only tarnish your own honor, but also bring problems to Robin Aylin's ability to manage the Eastern Territory well. doubt!"

"Where did this wild boy come from and talk nonsense here?!"

"You are the one who is talking nonsense!" Zhao Mai pointed at him mercilessly and said, "Do you dare to tell me your name?"

"Sir Lynn Corbray," the man snorted coldly: "Where do you come from, bastard?"

The word "bastard" obviously angered Zhao Mai, and he could not accept the insult that insulted his family. Zhao Mai raised two fingers of his left hand, and his psychic power jumped out from the telekinesis ring with anger, wrapped around his fingertips, turned into a rope covered with thorns, and flew over to tie Sir Corbray's neck tightly. He wore light chain mail under his cloak and a leather collar to protect his vitals, but these had no effect on the ropes transformed by psychic powers. The sharp thorns penetrated the skin easily, just like piercing many small holes in a wine skin, and red liquid naturally flowed down. He tried hard to grab the rope with both hands, but it always passed through, as if the rope didn't exist.

This magical scene silenced the entire Eagle's Nest City. The faintly glowing psychic rope seemed to have strangled everyone's trachea, making them unable to speak. Zhao Mai's fingers gently moved, and Sir Corbray was dragged forward by the rope, slowly approaching the moon gate. Howling wind blew in through the opening, ruffling Jazz's hair. He finally became panicked, tears and snot streaming down his face at the same time.

"Let him go, you evil wizard!" Safire drew out his long knife and jumped down from a high place, slashing at the psychic rope. Zhao Mai glanced at it and saw that there were no traces of energy fluctuations on Savre's weapon. All it took was an instant transformation between reality and reality, and the powerful sword fell 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 Safire: "Even if demon hunters can kill spellcasters in history, you only inherited the name, but you don't have the strength. Don’t die in vain.”

While they were talking, Sir Corbray had been dragged to the moon door. His body was swaying and he was about to fall down at any moment. The knights did not dare to move and could only keep shouting: "Stop, don't kill people, everything can be discussed."

A small hand was placed on Zhao Mai's arm, and Tyrion frowned and said: "I can see that this man has been deliberately provoking it since the end of the competition! It is fun to kill him, but he will be completely different from the Valley Knights. If you become enemies, you won’t be able to leave.”

"What you want to say is that we can't leave, right?" Zhao Mai held 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 this rusty weapon appeared, it began to glow blue. In the eyes of everyone, this light is more conspicuous than fifty torches.

"Magic really exists!" Tyrion's heart beat excitedly! The fire of hope that had been extinguished when he was a child was rekindled, "Let's take him as a hostage and get out of here. Don't waste time with these idiots."

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

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

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

"Uh..." Tyrion blinked his little eyes a few times and hesitated for two seconds before speaking. "Of course I will. I will get back the slander, humiliation, and torture I suffered, the freedom I lost, the ridicule and unfair treatment I suffered! I will lead the knights to break through the Mingyue Mountains, tear down the Blood Gate, and drill through The Eyrie!"

"I think your idea is exactly what I want." Zhao Mai looked at Sir Lin En, whose face was already full of tears. "The world changes so easily. Since I can't avoid getting involved in trouble, why should I be restrained?" With a hook of his left hand, the mental chain tightened suddenly, dragging Lin En directly into the moon. The door, the scream only rang for a moment and then drifted away, the moon door still looked empty.

Safire rushed over with his sword, vowing to cut Zhao Mai in two. But he had no way to deal with magic and psychic powers. Zhao Mai kicked his eyes hard at him, and psychic powers spurted out. For this brain-dead demon hunter, shutting down his brain is the most convenient way. Brain locking is not a very complicated technique, but the more complex a person's thinking is, the harder it is to be locked. Poor Saffur rolled his eyes, climbed down softly, and his scimitar fell to the side.

He was still alive and awake, but he was thinking of nothing and had truly entered a state of blank thinking. That was enough to keep him quiet for a while.

Zhao Mai stepped on the long knife, and his eyes that were still shining were scanning the knights in the valley. "I've thrown away the one who is fomenting discord and talking nonsense. Now I need another hostage. Which one is best to capture?"

There was only a crackling sound, and the reserve grain was transferred to Zhao Mai. It held a person in its mouth and whined a warning sound in its throat.

"Lord Robin!" "It's Lord Arryn!" The knights were completely frightened. It turned out that when Zhao Mai came down, the food reserve had just woken up from his sleep and lazily followed behind. As soon as the conflict occurred, it turned around and ran back. When it arrived at Bachelor Kemen's house, it bit Robin Aylin's collar and teleported to Zhao Mai while others were unprepared.

The King of the Valley was still in a coma, clenching his teeth and foaming at the mouth. Zhao Mai wants to capture hostages, but he will not bully a sick child. And a child who is still sick is not a good hostage. So Zhao Mai raised his hand and pressed the white light that exorcised the disease on Robin's head, just as compensation for scaring him. Robin Arryn had never felt as comfortable as he did today since he was born, and the pain that had tortured him for a long time disappeared in an instant. He returned to normal within two seconds, looking at Zhao Mai with a pair of big black eyes.

Zhao Mai lifted him up with his left hand. The child was so thin that he barely weighed a few pounds. "If you act rashly, I will let the smallest one here fly."

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

"This time it's not the smallest one, but the youngest one." Tyrion said with a slanted smile.

"I don't care, I want to watch!"