Without further ado, after making up his mind, Yang Ling quickly returned to Weisen Castle to deploy. Soon, all the people involved took quick action. An hour later, in a barracks on the southern outskirts of Wiesen, Storf received a strange letter with no identification on the envelope. As a precaution, a strategist wore a pair of rubber gloves and carefully opened the envelope to avoid poisoning. To everyone's surprise, there was no stationery in the envelope, only a handkerchief with a faint fragrance, and a line of words written on it. "In the early hours of tonight, in the Ladoga Valley, see you or leave, Meryls. "What, Meryls's letter to me?" said the strategist, and as soon as the strategist finished speaking, Storff snatched the handkerchief from his hand. As soon as the handkerchief arrived, he was sure that it was indeed Meryls' love letter to him, and he had seen her handwriting, and he could not forget the faint fragrance of the beauty. Pinching the white handkerchief and smelling the faint fragrance on it, Storff was excited. Ever since he met Meryls in Shangri-La, he has been shocked and incorrigibly in love with this charming beauty in black. If it weren't for the heavy military workload, if it weren't for the damn elusive Rus, he would have loved to go to Shangri-La and stay with Meryls all day. Handkerchief, she actually used the handkerchief as a token to date me! Storff was so happy that he almost floated up, as a merry aristocrat, no one understood better than him what it meant for a woman to take the initiative to date. What's more, it is still a token date with a handkerchief that represents a personal **. When a woman is polite to you, it means that she has no feelings for you at all; when a woman calls you a 'bastard' or hates you, it means that you have successfully attracted her attention; when a woman agrees to date you, congratulations, you are halfway there; when you don't see you for two or three days, a woman starts to ask you out, it is self-evident what it means. Holding a fragrant handkerchief, Storff understood that Meryls was about to become her own woman. Maybe not the last woman of my own, but definitely the first and last woman I love the most in my life. "My lord, could it be that this is a trap?" Seeing that Storf was excited, the advisor hesitated for a long time and persuaded him to be cautious. Now that the Rus' strength has greatly improved, if they are accidentally ambushed again, it will be unimaginable. Last time, even Guti, who was a sword saint, was unfortunately killed, and if he was ambushed again, he was afraid that he would not be so lucky to meet the envoy of the Holy See again. "Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Storff shook his head resolutely, in his eyes, Meryls was as beautiful and pure as a fairy, and it was impossible for him to have anything to do with the lowly Rus. Besides, even if it is the Longtan Tiger's Den, he must resolutely go to the appointment. With the town of Wiesen, he gains a large fiefdom, but if he loses Meryls, he will feel like he has lost the whole world. After a long day of hard persuasion, seeing that Storff was determined to go to the appointment, the strategists had no choice but to give up. But just in case, he was repeatedly persuaded to lead five hundred elite guards, and Stoffe did not object after thinking about it. After all, if you happen to meet the Rus' people passing by, you may have to rely on these 500 troops to get out. It doesn't matter if you're hurt a little, but if Meryls makes a mistake, it's too much to regret. Stoffe insisted on attending the appointment, and at the same time, the Rus, who were sleeping in the Tras Forest, also received a letter from the parrot. "In the early hours of tonight, in the Ladoga Valley, the target is to meet people, and you must kill with one blow!" The weather is getting colder, Stouff's reinforcements are getting closer, the situation is getting worse, and now this opportunity is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. "Your Highness, could this be a trap?" the strategist hiding in the darkness frowned. "If we don't fight, do we have any other way?" Genoa shook his head and smiled bitterly, as the situation got worse and worse, he had no way out. Either he returned to the empire in disgrace and waited for the punishment of his father and the criticism of the hostile forces, or he could only trust Yang Ling, break the boat, and go out to fight. However, having said that, Genoa believes that Yang Ling will not and does not dare to play any tricks. Through the magic message, Genoa knew that although the crystal coins and Gallic war horses promised Yang Ling had already been on the road, they would definitely not be able to be transported to the border of Livingnza in ten days and half a month, and as long as something was wrong, he could order it to stop at any time. As for the most important crystal mine, if he didn't return to the Rus Empire for a day, Yang Ling didn't want to start construction. In addition, if Yang Ling wants to be a lord of reading power, he must also have the support of the Rus Empire. Otherwise, if he is at odds with the Bantu Empire and at the same time at odds with the Rus' Empire, he will be left alone. Even if he has the ability to exploit the resources of the Trus Forest on a large scale, I am afraid that he will not be able to sell them, and if he sends some more warriors to make trouble, his situation will be even more difficult. After making up their minds, Genoa decided to gather all the warriors to fight, and the success or failure was a success. This battle can only be successful, not lost. If he wins, his hopes of inheriting the throne will be greatly increased, and if he loses, the consequences will be unimaginable, and his imperial brother and brother will definitely not let go of this good opportunity to attack him. Genoa has made difficult choices, and Meryls is nervously deploying. In a corner of the Truss Forest, a large group of knights in heavy armor and magicians in black robes appeared at some point. All of them looked cold, silent, and quietly looked at Meryls, who was pointing at a map. "Lord Meryls, you've decided to dispatch the Shadow Knights?" a burly knight frowned at understanding what Meryls meant. "Hmph, Elder Riquelme, I'll go and explain it myself!" Meryls snorted coldly, she was confident about this operation. Tonight, she decided to have a showdown with Yang Ling, if he met and joined the Dark Mage Guild, then everything would be easy to say, and she would also have the opportunity to get close to him, laying the foundation for one day breaking through his psychological defense line and retaliating fiercely. If Yang Ling doesn't know each other, then there's nothing to say, in order to avoid him leaking the news, the best way is to make him a dead man. Although Yang Ling had many warriors under him and a powerful army of Warcraft, Meryls didn't pay much attention to it. Compared to the elite Shadow Knights, Yang Ling's escort team was simply a rabble, vulnerable to attack. As for Yang Ling's army of Warcraft, Meryls believed that in front of his own black magic, in front of the Shadow Knight, who was famous for his speed, Yang Ling had no time to summon at all. Stouff, Genoa, and Meryls were all busy, each with their own plans, but Yang Ling was extremely relaxed. After telling Goode about the plan, all the cumbersome details will naturally be planned and handled. After understanding Yang Ling's almost crazy serial scheme, both Goode and Hayer Bailey were shocked. If it succeeds, it is believed that the town of Wisson will be at your fingertips, and no force can stop it, but if it fails, the consequences will be extremely serious, and if you are not careful, you will be very likely to be counterattacked by various forces. Tonight is destined to be an unpeaceful night! Sitting cross-legged in the Spirit Gathering Array, looking at the hazy moonlight, Yang Ling smiled coldly, and then slowly closed his eyes. On the eve of a fierce battle, a calm mind and plenty of energy are essential, and it is clear that a short retreat is a good option.

(To be continued)