To use a vulgar analogy. The work of calculating people, regardless of the lofty distinction of conspiracy and conspiracy, is essentially no different from snapping.

The highest level is naturally that others are comfortable and you are also comfortable, and if you are calculated once, you want to think about it a second time, and you are in a hurry to beg you to calculate him. Of course, it is basically not a calculation to be able to reach this state.

A little bit of inferiority is that others are uncomfortable and you are comfortable. This is an act of strong will of others, and even if one's goal is achieved, it is easy to attract hatred. Such people generally do not live long unless they are really clever in their means.

Again, it's that others are comfortable and you are not. In a normal sense, this should be regarded as a calculation failure and a reverse calculation, that is, the so-called strong X is not a reverse calculation, but this calculation itself may also be the basis for your other plans. A very clear example is chasing girls, sometimes girls never ask you for anything, but men will panic. At this time, you have to rush to send something to express your heart in the simplest way, and it is difficult to tell who is more profitable in the end.

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

Most of the time, it's about two people being played as monkeys by a third party. However, it is not excluded that in the second case, the party who was woke up, but instead of looking for benefits for himself and transforming it into a situation, he broke the jar and started the newspaper, 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, so you can only choose a relatively good path to go on. The so-called three to one, under normal circumstances, that road is the road that the layout person wants you to take the most.

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

The only thing he didn't calculate in the Windwhisperer's plan was Roland's own abilities.

After all, Higgs came and wanted Roland to become a whistler, so Roland's will level must not exceed five, and with the average human being, 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 he is disguised, it is absolutely impossible to be a gold-level powerhouse.

One of the basic conditions for advancing to the Golden Rank is that the will is higher than ten. This ensures that it is impossible for a gold-level powerhouse to be confused by the low-level spells, and the immunity brought by the will attribute is enough to be immune to low-level witchcraft and magic spells, ensuring that it is difficult for gold-level powerhouses to defeat the tactics of the human sea.

From the windtalker's point of view, Roland was either looking for someone to ambush the Ash Cults or set up a large number of traps. There is absolutely no possibility that Roland will challenge the group of Ash Men with his own ability.

After all, if Roland can't annihilate all the Ash Cultists in a very short period of time, once even one person sends a distress signal, then he will face 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 fifty Ash Disciples in one blow.

The corners of Roland's mouth twitched, revealing a slightly crazy smile.

There were some changes to his original plan.

The original plan was to kill a few people with a trap based on the winding technique, and then taunt and lure them to Father Claude's side. But after meeting the Wind Whisperer, a crazy plan came to Roland's mind:

He was ready to kill all the Ashes who came out of him by himself.

You can't kill them too much, or you'll be taking advantage of the windtalker's heart. It's best to kill half of them, and then let them go back immediately after a little provocation, and plug the windtalkers who are preparing to move inside.

It's best to have a dispute, even if you can't, you have to ensure the balance of power between Marco and the Windtalker, and once you tear your face, neither of these two people can get good.

Glancing at the people behind him, Roland quickly counted the number and rank of the people who came.

The highest number of formal ranks, twenty-six. Then there are seventeen people in the black iron rank, ten people in the bronze rank, and one person in the silver rank, a total of fifty-four people.

Death is certain in a head-on conflict. Roland will be bombarded in a breath and there will be no scum left.

If you stealthily assassinate, Roland would. But he doesn't have the level of a stealth class now, so he can't lose his body. And in the face of a perception class like the Ashes, it is indeed difficult to have a continuous and effective sneak attack.

However, if the perception is too strong, it is not unusable.

Make up your mind, in order to maintain balance, those silver-level ones can't move, and they really can't move.

You can kill one or two of the Black Iron Rank, and it is best to kill more than half of the Formal Rank.

After thinking about it in his head, Roland thought of a very interesting plan, and he could hardly help laughing. So he put his right hand into his arms, tore a piece of paper from the inner pocket of the black rattan suit out of sight of the person behind him, and hid it in the sleeve of his left hand, concentrating on writing something blindly while running.

The people behind Roland didn't talk much at first, and then they just chatted with each other. But after Roland had taken them away for a long time, they were a little nervous.

In terms of distance, they should all be almost out of the lightless mark by now.

"Pars, haven't you arrived yet?"

"Pals, where are you taking us?"

“…… Pals? ”

Roland kept his head down and kept rushing forward. No matter how the people behind him shout, he will not look back.

Finally, the people who had been following Roland and rushing forward began to feel a little panicked.

"Hey! Pals, stop! ”

"Stop! I said stop! ”

Almost.

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

Then a thick vine suddenly emerged from the darkness beyond his vision, and reached for Roland with lightning speed, grabbed him by the waist and abruptly withdrew.

Before the others could react to stop Roland, Roland had already flown out of their field of vision. While he was still in the air, another vine stretched out from farther away and grabbed another tree like a relay. In this way, as if a monkey was hanging on a tree with the strength of its upper limbs, Roland, who was advancing alternately with two vines, soon disappeared completely from everyone's field of vision.

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

The Ash Warrior at the head reached out to catch it, then waved to stop the others from pursuing.

He took his hood off, revealing the brilliant blonde hair inside.

It was a very rare hair color in Karar, and there were not many blonde hairs in the Bansa Kingdom. Although Suze in the north has blonde hair, it is a white-gold color that is close to silver. There is only one place in the entire world of Faense that has pure blonde hair like this, which faintly reveals the light of fire.

It was in the south of the south of Karar, the kingdom of Titan, which was further south than the White Tower, the Titan Empire.

The climate is warm and humid, making it a dream hideaway for people living in northern countries like Caral and Bansa. When the farmer of Karar listened to the druids who had imparted the knowledge of fertilization speak in a longing tone about the winter when Titan was only two months a year, where even in the month of shadows was lit up or when the summer was hot enough to eat ice, he was both envious and secretly puzzled and ridiculed by the thinking of the Titans.

Wouldn't it be nice to take off your clothes when it's hot? Why do you still eat ice in the summer when it's finally come? Isn't this a search for sin? Won't their stomachs hurt? You can't go out at night in the Moon of Shadows, why don't you just go to bed early? Why is it light outside?

The people of Karar could not understand the thinking of the Titans, but this did not affect the culture of Karar and the people of the Titan people regarded the Titans as inherently noble. In order to prove that they are decent people, the nobles of Caral would eat the expensive ice food imported from Titan in the summer when they could not sweat for an hour outside, shivering from the cold and expressing how much they liked to eat it.

In the perception of most Titans, from the north of Farara, they belong to a civilization outside of civilization. The mountain dwellers of Fararo are a group of mountain monkeys, Bansar is a gathering place of war maniacs and a barbaric country full of fighting and broken bones, and Karar is a group of country landers who know nothing but farming. Even in their cognition, 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-type profession that only the north can have and joins an extremist organization in the north, it is natural that he can easily get a good position in it. And in Titan, where the cultural popularity is very high, there are very many people who can read and write.

So the others didn't fight over what he had in his hands - they could only think that the piece of paper was something that wizards liked to use. Even if they were all druids and intellectuals, they would not be able to understand the paper that was as white as frost on the outside.

Even this Titan was shocked by the texture of the paper. The moment he saw and touched the paper, he thought his organization had provoked some group that he couldn't contend with.

There is no doubt that the base of this organization can only be in the White Tower. It is said that the R&D department of Baita mastered the means of mass production of paper at low cost the year before last, but he didn't need to look at him to know that the texture of that kind of paper was definitely not so good.

"Lord Oakliford, what's written on this?"

A young girl beside her asked in a crisp voice. Oakliford calmed down a little, cast his gaze on the paper, and read aloud, "Hello, ladies of the Ring of the South Wind. You don't have to ask me who I am, you just need to know that you're messing with someone you can't afford to mess with. The ring of the south wind will definitely be ruined, so if you want to survive, you must exit as soon as possible. Of course, if you're struggling with what to call me -- why don't you call me Daddy? ”

"-- What a bold fanatic!"

Oakliford's face darkened, and he couldn't help but scold angrily.

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

"I know you don't believe me. So, I'll prove my abilities a little bit. You can try to sense your surroundings and you will find that your perception is completely ineffective. ”

Thinking of this, Oakliford's face suddenly changed.

After a little try, his perception did completely fail. Originally, he should have been able to see the clergy and druids around him in his psychic vision, and he could also distinguish between east, west, north and south, the living and the undead, which is also the basis for the druids to keep moving at high speed in the lightless trace and not crash into the trees.

But at this moment, in Oakleyford's perception, the whole world was filled with a strong natural aura, as if it was submerged in a dazzling white light, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Indeed, he couldn't see anything clearly.

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

"I say, 'One of you will disappear without a sound in two minutes.'"

"Finally, my father and I kindly reminded you that if you want to survive, you should exit the South Wind Ring as soon as possible. I won't say it a third time. Also, right next to you, there is the storage of the second piece of paper. ”