Sword and Magic and Taxi

Zhao Mai could naturally see how Tyrion and the half-dragon did cooling exercises, but he just didn't look. Within the confines of his domain, almost nothing escapes his perception. In normal state, this range is about thirty meters; when it turns into blue hair, it can expand to one thousand meters. However, as the area of ​​​​the soil continues to expand, the Insect Heart Ring can continue to increase the scope of this area until it becomes a spherical area with a radius of 21 kilometers.

The area under complete control is only so large. No matter how much the soil 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, incantations, psychic powers and the Z-worm's neural network to detect the situation.

Within this range, he saw countless innocent souls.

Out of sight of ordinary people, gray-black figures stood on the streets, walls, and rooftops of Udroaksa City. Their faces are somewhat unclear, but their body shapes can roughly tell that they are dwarves and humans. They were motionless, not reacting at all to the people coming and going, and they just gathered a territorial sense full of resentment.

This city gives people an eerie and cold feeling, have you noticed? Tyrion frowned and said to Rikars.

That's not true. I didn't feel anything unusual. Ricas adjusted his clothes. He wore a gorgeous messenger robe, wide sleeves that almost hung to the ground, and elevated shoes that made it very difficult for him to move. He was used to the cool and simple clothing of gladiators, not this long and cumbersome clothing. The only good news is that he can carry the Heart Wood Spear across his back, from his right shoulder to his left hip, just enough to hide it.

The Heartwood Spear protects its user from psionic and magical damage - at least most of it. Likas looked around. There were indeed too few people in this city. It was deserted and deserted, and it did not look like the residence of the powerful Dragon King. Not as good as Ulric, let alone Tyr. But there was one question he didn't dare to think about, and that was where did the people go? Those obsidian balls on the back of the transporting bug were charged with something. He only heard about it once.

A high-ranking templar raised his chin proudly, jabbed his fingers one by one, and counted the number of obsidian balls. He scratched twice on the paper at random - it should be a list, and then said in a satisfied and sharp voice: The tax has been collected and the debt has been paid. The lord of Tire, Ulric City Lord, you can go and see His Majesty the Dragon Emperor!

Cut him!! Tessian flicked his finger, and two high-ranking Tyrian templars rushed forward, one on the left and one on the right, and chopped off the tax collector's ears. Go on! Tessian ordered, his nose and an arm falling off. Continue. Taisian said again, and then the tax collector screamed and was cut into pieces.

There was no reaction in the city, and the large group of Templars that Ricas expected would appear to suppress it did not happen. It seems that for the same murder of Templars, the risks borne by slaves and kings are so different. Everyone left the obsidian ball behind, and under the leadership of another templar, Tessian, Rikars and Tyrion, each with six or seven guards, went to see the Dragon King.

Polis led his high-ranking templars, mind-controllers, and magicians on the steps in front of the palace. There were only more than forty warriors wearing armor, but the other two types of spellcasters were no less than a hundred. This was far beyond Tessian's expectations and aroused his vigilance. Compare this to the city of Tire. Under the leadership of the magic master Karak, there are only about 20 high-level magicians who can use them. Due to their usual sloppiness, they fight independently and cannot form a joint force. There were slightly more brain controllers, there could be seventy of them, but they couldn't match the formation put up by the Dragon King. This is just the amount that is shown on the surface. Who knows if there is anything hidden? What are these powers used to do? Tessian didn't want to think about it. He glanced at Tyrion and moved slightly closer to him.

The Dragon King is not always a dragon, but is usually the Witch King in the form of a dragon. He stood coldly, his winding tail swinging lifelessly behind him, and the dust was swept up and swirled up to the sky. It is said that the Dragon King only reveals his true form when angry and fighting. Now it is just a daily state to save physical energy. Polis's current body shape is as tall as a purebred giant, which is about six meters. His body is extremely skinny and feels a bit skinny.

His skin is iron-colored, with horny skin on every piece of flesh and shell, and the two knees on his legs are bent toward each other. His arms were almost entirely bone, ending in swollen knuckles. Polis's appearance is frightening, because he is not human at all. At the end of the snake-shaped long neck is a head similar to that of a sharp toucan. The pointed head is covered with tough skin, and a pair of bulging eyes are so small that they are almost invisible.

Appearance is equal to fighting ability. Polis looks like this and it makes him unable to fight. On the contrary, he is a bit miserable. Taisian and others saluted the Dragon King, and Polis said with a loud hissing voice: You paid the tax and will continue to maintain it in the future. But there is no Witch King among you, so you cannot hold Karak And the treasures of Humanna. You must hand them over. Then, half of the people here will die.

Don't follow the routine? Sure enough there is a problem! Taisian bowed respectfully and saluted, and then said: Dear Your Majesty the Dragon King, Tire respects your authority and power as always. It's just that after the death of the former Witch King Karak, the city was in chaos, and we finally found that many treasures had been They were snatched away and left outside. We need time to recover these things before we can return them to the Dragon King.

Polis's small eyes stayed on Tessian and narrowed even further. A wave of coercion came over, and Tai Xi'an didn't resist at all, and immediately fell to the ground. He was trembling all over, as if his psychic powers were just for show, and he was so weak that he didn't even have the interest to be crushed to death.

Likas took a step forward and came to Tessian's side. The protective force field generated by the Heart Wood Spear also moved over to protect Tessian. The Dragon King frowned. Although it could overwhelm the protection of the Heart Wood Spear, it also meant that these three people would be squeezed to death by his powerful power. So he looked at Tyrion and said: Who do you represent, dwarf? I remember Nibenai (the sixth fighter, the Witch King of Nibenai City, the enemy of the dwarfs) should have wiped out all of you!

I'm just a shorter human, and I'm ugly. I'm not a dwarf. Tyrion said: Your Majesty the Dragon King, the treasures of the former Witch King cannot be left to the unworthy. So if the power matches, can I keep it? Already?

How brave. You didn't answer the questions I asked you, but you asked me questions here. Polis raised his hand and made a grabbing motion toward Tyrion, and the invisible arm made of psychic powers grabbed hold of him. Dwarf, pull him over.

Tyrion opened up his psychic field, but it collapsed in an instant. Ricas moved over quickly, but was pulled back by Tessian. Tyrion's feet left the ground and stopped in the air.

Zhao Mai appeared in front of Tyrion, blocking Polis's psychic powers. He frowned and looked at Tyrion and said, Why do I think you just want to call me out?

Tyrion nodded: Mike, look at this formation, the other side is ready to teach us a profound and unforgettable lesson. If I don't call you out quickly, my life may not be saved. .”