Zhao Mai can naturally see how Tyrion and the half dragon people do the cooling movement, but he doesn't go to see it. In the sphere of his domain, almost nothing can escape his perception. At ordinary times, the range is about 30 meters; when the hair turns blue, it can expand to one kilometer. However, with the growing area of Xizang, chongxinjie can expand the scope of this field until it becomes a sphere with a radius of 21 000 km.
The area under complete control is so large, and no matter how many polyps proliferate, this area can not be expanded. There must be something unknown limiting it. Outside this scope, Zhao Mai can only use the neural network of magic, Incantation, psychic power and Z bug to explore the situation.
In this range, he saw countless ghosts.
Outside the invisible vision of ordinary people, on the streets, walls and roofs of the city of yudro Aksa, there are gray and black figures. Some of them can't see clearly, but their bodies can roughly distinguish between dwarves and humans. They don't move. They don't respond to people coming and going. They just gather a sense of territory full of resentment.
"This city gives people a kind of gloomy and cold feeling. Have you noticed it?" Tyrion frowned and said to Ricardo.
"That's not true. I don't feel anything unusual." Ricardo's dressed up. He was wearing a gorgeous emissary robe, wide sleeves that almost dropped to the ground, and high shoes, which made his movement very inconvenient. He is used to the cool and simple clothes of gladiators, rather than the tedious clothes. The only good news is that he can lean his heart wood spear behind him, from his right shoulder to his left hip, just able to hide it.
The heart spear protects the user from psionic powers and Magic - at least for the most part. Looking around, Ricas found that the city was too small and deserted to be the residence of the Dragon King. Not like Eureka, not to mention tyle. But there is one problem he does not dare to think about, that is, "where have people gone?". The Obsidian balls on the back of the transporter were charged with something he only heard once.
A high-ranking Templar raised his chin haughtily and poked his fingers one by one, counting the number of obsidian balls. He scribbled two random strokes on the paper - it should be a list, and then said in a satisfied and sharp voice, "the taxes have been collected, and the debts have been made up. Lord of tyre, Lord of Eureka, you can go to see his Majesty the Dragon Emperor
"Cut him!" With a flick of his finger, two Tyr High Templars sprang on him and cut off the taxman's ears. "Go on!" When tessian gave the order, his nose and an arm fell off. "Go on." Tessian added, and then the tax official was cut into pieces with a scream.
There was no reaction in the city. The suppression of a large group of templars that Ricas had expected did not happen. It seems that the same risk of killing Templars, slaves and kings, is so different. They left the Obsidian ball behind, and under the leadership of another Templar, Tessen, Ricas and Tyrion, each with six or seven guards, went to meet the Dragon Emperor.
Boris led his High Templars, brain controllers and magicians on the steps of the palace. There are only more than 40 warriors in armor, but the other two kinds of casters are no less than 100, which is greatly unexpected and arouses his vigilance. Compared with tyre City, under the leadership of Karak, the magic master, there are only about 20 high-level mages who can hold hands. Because of their casual, they fight separately and can't get together. There are a little more brain controllers. There are 70 people, but they are not in the same position as the Dragon Emperor. It's just the quantity that is put on the surface. Who knows if there is anything hidden? What are these forces going to do? Tessian didn't want to think about it. He took a look at Tyrion and got a little closer to him.
The Dragon Emperor is not always a dragon, but a Witch King. He stood coldly, with his winding tail dangling stiffly behind him. The dust was swept up and swirling to the sky. It is said that the Dragon Emperor only shows his true body when he is angry and fighting. Now it's just a daily state to save energy. At present, the figure of Boris is as tall as the pure giant, that is, about six meters, extremely thin, a little skinny.
His skin is iron, and there are horny skins on each piece of skin and shell. The two knees on his legs bend toward each other. His arms are almost all bones, with rounded knuckles at the end. The face of Boris is frightening, because it's not human at all. At the end of the snake shaped long neck is a head similar to that of a large beaked bird. The tip of the head is covered with tough skin, and a pair of blistering eyes are so small that they can hardly be seen.
Face value is combat effectiveness. At first glance, Boris can't fight. On the contrary, it means to sell miserably. Taixi'an and others saluted the Dragon Emperor, and Boris said in a loud voice with a hissing voice: "you have paid the tax, and you will keep it. But there is no Witch King among you, so you cannot hold the treasures of Karak and hamanna. You have to hand it in. Then, half of the people here die. "
Don't follow the routine? There is a problem! Tessian bowed respectfully and said, "Your Majesty, Tyr, as always, respects your authority and power. But after the death of Karak, the Witch King, the city was in chaos. We finally found that many treasures had been robbed and left in exile. We need time to retrieve these things before we can send them back to the Dragon Emperor. "Boris's little eyes rested on Tessen, narrowed even smaller. A wave of pressure passed over, and tessian didn't resist at all. He immediately fell on the ground. He was trembling, as if his psychic powers were decoration, and he was too weak to be crushed.
Ricardo took a step and came to taixi'an. The protective field of Xinmu spear also moved to protect taixi'an. The Dragon Emperor frowned. Although it could crush the protection of the heart spear, it also meant that the three people would be crushed to death by his powerful force. So he looked at Tyrion and said, "who do you represent, dwarf. I remember that nibbana should have wiped you out! "
"I'm just a little human, and I'm ugly, not a dwarf." Tyrion said, "Your Majesty, the treasure of the former Witch King can't be left to those who don't deserve it. If the power matches, can it be left?"
"It's bold of me not to answer the question I asked you, but to ask me a question here." Boris raised his hand and made a grab at Tyrion. The invisible arm of psychic powers seized the dwarf and wanted to pull him over.
Tyrion opened up his psionic field, but it collapsed in an instant. Ricardo moves quickly, but is pulled by tessian. Tyrion's feet were off the ground and in the air.
Zhao Mai appears in front of Tyrion, separating the psionic powers of Boris. He frowned at Tyrion and said, "why do I think you're just trying to call me out?"
Tyrion nodded: "Mike, look at this situation. The opposite side is ready to teach us a profound and unforgettable lesson. If I don't call you out soon, I may lose my life. "