Blood of Mercury

To use a crude metaphor. The work of calculating people, regardless of the lofty distinction of conspiracy and conspiracy, is essentially the same as having sex.

The highest state is naturally that others are comfortable and you are also comfortable. If you are tricked once, you want to do it again, and you are rushing to beg you to trick him. Of course, being able to achieve this level is basically not a calculation.

The next thing is that others are uncomfortable and you are. This is an act of forcing the will of others, and even if one's own goal is achieved, it is easy to be hated by others. Such people generally do not live long unless they are really clever.

Another point is that others are comfortable and you are not. Generally speaking, this should be regarded as the failure of the calculation to be counter-calculated, that is, the popular saying is that the strong X is not counter-calculated, but this kind of calculation itself may also be a basis for your other plans. A very clear example is chasing girls. Sometimes girls never ask you for something, but men get flustered. At this time, you have to rush to send something to express your heart in the simplest way. It is difficult to tell who is more profitable in the end.

However, there is another possibility. That is, both of them are uncomfortable.

In most cases, it's about two people being played as monkeys by a third party. However, it cannot be ruled out that in the second case, the person who was **** woke up, but instead of looking for benefits for himself and turning it into a situation, he broke the jar and started the newspaper office, and achieved remarkable results.

For example, the current Roland.

The reason why Yangmou is Yangmou is because even if you know it, you can't resist it, and you can only choose a relatively good path to go on. The so-called three-on-one, generally, that road is the road that the planner wants you to take the most.

But no matter the conspiracy or conspiracy, it is the manipulation of information. From this point of view, unless the information channel is absolutely reliable, all plans must have their loopholes.

In the plan of the Windtalker, the only thing he didn't calculate was Roland's own ability.

After all, Higgs came and wanted Roland to become a Whistler, so Roland's will level must not exceed five. Based on an exaggerated estimate of the average human quality, it is very likely that Roland has just left the official rank and entered the black iron rank. Even if it is conservatively estimated, no matter how strong Roland is and how carefully disguised, it is absolutely impossible to be a gold-level powerhouse.

One of the basic conditions for the advanced golden rank is that the will is higher than ten. This ensures that the golden-level powerhouse cannot be fooled by the enchanting spells of low-level magic, and the immunity brought by the will attribute is also sufficient to be immune to low-level witchcraft and divine arts, ensuring that the golden-level powerhouse is difficult to be fooled by others. Victory in sea tactics.

From the Windtalker's point of view, Roland either found someone to ambush this group of Ashes or set up a lot of traps. There is absolutely no possibility for Roland to challenge the group of Ashes with his own abilities.

After all, if Roland could not annihilate all the Ashes in a very short period of time, once even a single person sent a signal for help, then he would be facing all the other members of the South Wind Ring led by the Wind Whisperer. Not to mention Roland who is below the black iron rank, even if Marco has advanced to the golden rank, it is impossible to kill more than 50 Ashes with one blow.

Roland raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a slightly crazy smile.

There have been some changes to his original plans.

The original plan was to kill a few people through traps based on the entanglement technique, and lead them to Father Claude while taunting them. But after seeing the Wind Whisperer, a crazy plan emerged from Roland's heart:

He prepared to kill all the Ashes who came out by himself.

You can't kill too many of them, or you'll be taking advantage of the Windspeaker's heart. It's best to kill half of them, then let them go back immediately after a little provocation, and block the Wind Whisperers who are preparing to transfer inside.

It is best to have a dispute. Even if it is not possible, it is necessary to ensure the balance of power between Marco and the Wind Whisperer.

Glancing at the people behind him, Roland quickly counted the number and level of people coming.

The most formal class, twenty-six people. Then there were seventeen people from the black iron rank, ten from the bronze rank, and one from the silver rank, making a total of fifty-four people.

A head-on conflict is sure to be fatal. Roland would be bombarded with nothing left in one breath.

Roland would be able to stealthily assassinate. But he doesn't have the level of the stealth profession now, so he can't eliminate his stature. Moreover, it is indeed difficult to continuously and effectively sneak attacks in front of perception classes such as Ashes.

However, if the perception is too strong, it is not impossible to use.

He made up his mind that in order to maintain balance, Roland couldn't move, and he really couldn't move.

The black iron rank can kill one or two, and the official rank is best to kill more than half.

After thinking about it in his mind, Roland thought of a very interesting plan, and he couldn't help laughing out loud. So he stretched his right hand into his arms, tore a piece of paper from the inner pocket of the black rattan suit where no one behind him could see it, and then hid it in the left sleeve, writing blindly while running.

The people behind Roland didn't talk much at first, but later they just said a few words to each other in the nature of chatting. But after Roland took them away for a long time, they became a little nervous.

According to the distance, they should be almost out of the trace of no light by now.

"Pars, haven't you arrived yet?"

"Pars, where are you taking us?"

"...Pars?"

Roland lowered his head and kept moving forward. No matter how the people behind him yelled at him, he didn't look back.

Finally, the people who had been rushing forward with Roland began to feel a little panic.

"Hey! Pars, stop!"

"Stop! I said stop!"

almost.

Roland didn't say anything, but suddenly turned around, stretched out his right hand, and stopped the man who was running fast.

Then a sturdy vine suddenly emerged from the darkness beyond the field of vision, probing towards Roland like lightning, grabbing his waist and abruptly withdrawing.

Before the others reacted to stop Roland, Roland flew out of their sight. While he was still flying in the air, another vine stretched out from a farther place and grabbed another tree like a relay. In this way, it was as if the monkey swayed swiftly with its upper limbs hanging from the tree. Roland, who was advancing alternately with two vines, quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Before completely disappearing from everyone's sight, a piece of paper slowly floated down in the air.

The leader of Ashes reached out to catch it, and then waved to stop the others from chasing.

He took off his hood, revealing the gorgeous blond hair inside.

It was a rare hair color in Caral, and there were not many golden hairs in the Banza Kingdom. Although Su Ze in the north has blonde hair, it is white gold that is close to silver. There is only one place in the entire Farnes world like this kind of pure blond hair that faintly reveals fire.

It was in the south of the south of Caral, a country farther south than Farraro than the White Tower - the Titan Empire.

The climate there is warm and humid, and it is the dream paradise of people living in northern countries such as Kalal and Banza. When the farmer in Caral heard the Druid who taught the knowledge of fertilization speak in a longing tone about Titan's only two months of winter in a year, there are bright lights even in the moon of shadows, or the summer is hot enough to eat ice At that time, he was both envious and secretly puzzled and ridiculed at the thinking of the Titans.

Is it okay to take off your clothes when it's hot? Why eat ice in the hard-to-arrive summer? Isn't this looking for guilt? Don't they have stomach ache? Why don't you just go to bed earlier when you can't go out at night in the Shadow Moon? Why are there lights outside?

The Caral people cannot understand the thinking of the Titans, but this does not affect the cultural people of Caral who regard the Titans as natural nobles. In order to prove that they are decent people, the nobles of Caral have to eat expensive ice food imported from Titan in the summer when they stand outside for an hour without sweating. How much I like to eat this.

In the knowledge of most Titans, those from the north of Fararo are outside civilization. The mountain people of Fararo are a group of monkeys in the mountains, Banza is a gathering place of war mad and a barbaric country full of fighting and broken bones, Caral is a group of old country hats who know nothing but farming. Even in their perception, once they cross the border of the White Pagoda and go north, they even have to write a suicide note in advance.

After this kind of person becomes a Druid occupation that only northerners have and joins a northern extremist organization, it is naturally easy to get a good position in it. In Titan, where the cultural penetration rate is very high, there are many people who can read.

So the others didn't fight for what he had - they could only think that the piece of paper was something wizards like to use. Even if they were all Druids, intellectuals couldn't understand paper that was as white as snow.

Even this Titan was shocked by the texture of the paper. The moment he saw and touched this piece of paper, he thought that his organization had provoked an unmatched organization.

With this kind of craftsmanship, there is no doubt that the base of this organization can only be in the Baita. It is said that the research and development department of Baita had mastered the means of mass-producing paper at low cost the year before last, but without looking at him, he knew that the quality of the paper was definitely not so good.

"Lord Oakley, what is written on it?"

A girl beside her asked in a clear voice. Oakley calmed down a little, cast his eyes on the paper, and read aloud: "Hello, everyone in the South Wind Ring. You don't need to ask me who I am, you just need to know that you are in trouble with someone you can't afford. People can do it. The Ring of the South Wind will definitely be destroyed. If you want to survive, you should quit as soon as possible. Of course, if you are worried about what to call me - why don't you call me Dad."

"—What a daring fanatic!"

Oakley's face darkened, and he couldn't help but scolded him angrily.

After venting a little, he turned his eyes back to the note and continued to read:

"I know you don't believe me. Then, I will prove my ability a little. You can try to sense the surrounding environment, and you will find that your perception ability has completely failed."

Thinking of this, Oakley's complexion suddenly changed.

After a little try, his perception was indeed completely ineffective. Originally, in his spiritual vision, he should be able to see the surrounding clerics and druids, and can distinguish between east, west, north, south, living and undead. A reliance that will hit a tree.

But at this moment, in Oakley's perception, the surrounding area is vast, and the whole world is filled with a strong natural atmosphere, as if submerged in a dazzling white light, and nothing can be seen clearly.

Indeed, he couldn't see anything clearly.

Suppressing the unease in his heart, he continued to read: "Now you probably believe what I said a little bit? Then it's dinner—"

"I said: One of you will disappear silently in two minutes."

"Finally, it's your father's kind reminder. If you want to survive, you should leave the South Wind Ring as soon as possible. I won't say it a third time. Also, right next to you, there is a second piece of paper. ."