Since he had made up his mind to deal with Stoff, Yang Ling was ready to win the victory at the lowest cost, and he didn't want to kill 1,000 enemies and lose 800 of his own. When Storf offered to seal a territory for himself, he simply pushed the boat down, first steadied him, and then struck a fatal blow while the Bantu defense was at its weakest. Yang Ling believed that after making a bloody investment, Storf would rely on his own forces before the arrival of reinforcements, and he would definitely not be suspected in a short period of time, which gave him a great opportunity. With careful planning, the town of Wiesen is the hiding place of the airborne lord of Stouff. After sending off Stouff and his party, looking at the puzzled Cassie and the barbarian Garuk, Yang Ling smiled mysteriously, didn't say anything, and strode towards the courtyard where he lived. During this time, whether it is magic power or psychic spells, it seems that they have entered a bottleneck, and he must break through as soon as possible. In this world of the jungle, only strengthening one's own strength is king. As soon as Yang Ling left, there was a quarrel in the council room, Goode and Hayer Bailey and other people who understood laughed and didn't say anything, and Cassie and Garuk and other confused people still couldn't understand what Yang Ling meant after arguing for a long time. But what was the same was that everyone kept their mouths shut when they walked out of the hall, even the servants who were serving tea and water. They all understand what can be said and what is not to be said. Three days later, Yang Ling slowly opened his eyes, and the red magic power and green life energy in his body became more vigorous, and they automatically operated along a mysterious trajectory. Everywhere they went, the muscles and bones contracted, expanded, and contracted again, and so on, filled with the power of the explosion. He believes that as long as he persists in cultivating, one day he will break through the bottleneck, and quantitative changes will cause qualitative changes. As long as you successfully advance to the Earth Witch and condense the Witch Pill, you can go deep into the Trus Forest to cultivate. Absorbing the life energy of thousand-year-old trees is secondary, the important thing is that you can domesticate powerful high-level demonic beasts and form a real demonic beast army. Compared to the many guards, Yang Ling hoped to enhance the strength of the Warcraft army. In the face of sufficient interests, not to mention human warriors and barbarians, I am afraid that even the forest elves will turn their guns against themselves. But the demonic beasts will not, after being tamed, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of them, they will never hesitate after receiving the order to advance. In the world, there are no eternal friends, only eternal interests! Yang Ling knew very well in his heart that mysterious witchcraft and a powerful army of demonic beasts were the greatest capital for him to settle down in this strange world. If you don't have enough strength, let alone enjoy life, you have to be afraid to even be a beggar, and maybe one day you will be crushed alive like an ant. Dusting his buttocks, he strode towards Shangri-La. John's reputation as the royal bartender is not blown, as long as you drink his wine, anyone will naturally become addicted, which is why the small bar business in Shangri-La is booming. Even though it was early in the morning, the tavern was still full of people. Of course, Yang Ling's dedicated high-backed chair was still empty and spotless. Even if Yang Ling didn't come for a few days, no one dared to fight the idea of this high-backed chair, which was the greatest respect that mercenaries and adventurers had for a strong man. After saying hello to some familiar mercenaries and waiters, Yang Ling sat down on the high-backed chair, "John, old rules, a glass of rum, two plates of Alpine peanuts." "Boss, I still have a bottle of hundred-year-old monkey wine, do you want to try it?" John took out a bottle of pale green wine from the wine cabinet, "Others ask for 200,000 amethyst coins, boss, I'll give you a 500 percent discount, collect 100,000 amethyst coins, don't miss it!" Looking at the grinning John, Yang Ling shook his head and smiled. Last time, I played the same nymphomaniac as Storff, but I didn't expect John to make a joke about himself so quickly, and said with a smile: "Hey, John, such a precious wine, why don't you have a few drinks together?" The wine money will be deducted from the salary!" Deduct the wine money from the salary? 100,000 amethyst coins, a hundred years, or a thousand years? John almost fainted, shook his head and pretended to be pitiful, poured a full glass of wine for Yang Ling, and said: "Forget it, such a good wine, I don't dare to spoil it." Not to mention 100,000 amethyst coins, I don't have a single black crystal coin on my body now, the current young lady, it's too unusual. If you touch it, you will get a hundred crystal coins, which is more expensive than the aristocratic girl in Yanjing, it is really lawless, boss, you don't come forward to take care of it!" Yang Ling almost squirted out the monkey wine in his mouth that claimed to be a bottle of 100,000 amethyst coins, John, this guy, the skill of bartending is nothing to say, it is a romantic surname. It seems that he must quickly find him a strong mother-in-law, and squeeze him dry and squish him every day, so as not to cause any trouble to himself one day. "My lord, why did you come here so late today?" Meryls walked over at some point, dressed in low-cut black, and looked at Yang Ling with a smile, "I wonder if it's inconvenient for adults to move and chat a few words?" After Melyls finished speaking, he walked over to a window seat, shaking three steps, the waves were turbulent, and he could see the mercenaries and adventurers around him swallowing violently. Like Yang Ling's high-backed chair, no matter how many people there are, no one has the idea of playing this seat. During this time, the mercenaries clubbed for two pleasures, one was to drink and brag, and the other was to watch the gorgeous beauty Melyls. The other day, there was a guy who had just arrived, and he sat down in the seat reserved for Meryls. As a result, before the buttocks were hot, they were beaten alive by everyone's fists and kicks, and they were beaten into a pig's head. Seeing that everyone was staring at him with envy, Yang Ling shook his head and followed slowly. But for the sake of safety, he quietly touched a magic talisman to come out, and the woman Meryls was really inscrutable and had to be guarded against. Melyls is dressed in black, with a black juniper pinned to her chest, coupled with her tall figure and faint fragrance, she is really a devilish stunner. Not to mention the mercenaries and adventurers with merry surnames, even Yang Ling, who also took a few more looks. "Beautiful, it's so beautiful!" Yang Ling took a sip of his cold cocktail, staring at Meryls's chest with a smile. Looking at Yang Ling's naked eyes, Meryls was not angry but happy, but pretended to be shy on the surface, "Lord Yang, thank you for the compliment" Looking at the proud Meryls, Yang Ling's smile was even brighter, "Miss Meryls, I mean, the Du Lei on your chest is so beautiful, don't get me wrong!" Damn, this guy Yang Ling is really hateful! If it weren't for the successful completion of the task of bringing him into the Dark Mage's Guild, if it wasn't for the revenge of the Dark Mage, Meryls would have wanted a black magic to turn Yang Ling's hateful guy into a skeleton. "Lord Yang Ling, could it be that I, Meryls, am too ugly to see anyone?" After taking a few deep breaths, Meryls forced herself to calm down and pretend to be pitiful. Putting away his smile, Yang Ling pretended to be sincere and said, "No, Miss Meryls, in my eyes, you are as beautiful as a dinosaur!" Dinosaur? Meryls looked at Yang Ling suspiciously, and for a moment, he didn't know what he meant. She'd heard of the Divine Dragon, and she had heard of the Ancient Dragon, but she had never heard of a dinosaur. "Dinosaurs are a beautiful little animal in my hometown. With a devilish figure and an angelic face, it is often used as a metaphor for a beautiful girl. For men, being able to take a dinosaur-like beauty as a wife is definitely a sensation!" Yang Ling said as he looked at Meryls. Often used as a metaphor for a beautiful girl? Hearing Yang Ling say this, Meryls's anger calmed down a little. But looking at Yang Ling, who was smiling and groaning, he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't think of it for a while. Taking a big sip of cold rum, Meryls forced herself to calm down again, ready to get straight to the point, and directly identify her identity and status, "Some time ago, Lord Storff was attacked by several men in black, I wonder if the adults have found any clues?" "What, Lord Stoffe was attacked?" he shook his head pretending to be surprised, "What kind of bastard did this good thing, actually attacked the lord we admire, I just don't want to live! After catching the murderer, the man was arrested to mine, and the woman, hehe!" "What about the woman?" Looking at Yang Ling, who was deliberately pretending to be stupid, Meryls was so angry that her lungs were about to explode. She has seen traitors and despicable pimps, but she has never seen such a hateful guy as Yang Ling. The man was caught to mine, and what happened to the woman, you can imagine his expression. To say this in front of yourself is simply too deceitful. Kill him, in a fit of rage, Meryls subconsciously pulled out a thin black and shiny needle. As long as he was hit, even Stoff's guardian warrior who was a sword saint would be powerless, and Yang Ling would certainly not be spared. Meryls's face was pale, motionless, and seemed to be ready to attack, and Yang Ling did not dare to slack off. Trying his best to use the magic power of the body protection, grab a witch talisman in his left hand and a mantra in his right hand, ready to summon the army of demonic beasts at any time. "Come, you two, how about a taste of this new wine?" Just as the battle was about to break out, John strode over with two pale yellow cocktails. "Brother John, thank you!" Meryls quickly came back to her senses when John bothered her, and realized that it was not yet time to do anything. Otherwise, everything that was done before loses its meaning. What's more, the situation in the town of Wieson is very delicate right now. According to reliable information, after learning that the Teras Forest had discovered the remains of the sacred dragon El Pacino to seal the undead artifact, many high-ranking warriors and magicians rushed over. Although most of the thousand-year-old monsters who were immortal disdained to meddle in the vicious fight between the Bantu and the Rus, the killing of a big force like Yang Ling would definitely attract their attention. If you expose your side's whereabouts and strength too much, attract the attention of all parties and sabotage the mentor's plan, it will be more than worth the loss. The last time she attacked Stoff, Meryls was severely taught by her mentor. The main purpose of coming to Visson Town this time is to obtain the treasures sealed by the divine dragon El Pacino, and the others are secondary. If she accidentally sabotages a plan that the union has been planning for years, Meryls knows what punishment will be met. Listening to Meryls calling John a big brother, looking at the nymphomaniac John, and then looking at the ugly mercenaries and adventurers around him, Yang Ling shook his head. Beauty is beauty, and there are unexpected benefits everywhere you go. Yang Ling didn't think so, but John hit the snake with the stick, "Miss Meryls, I don't know if you are free at night, I invite you to drink the best cocktail, the taste is absolutely unparalleled in the world!" "Oh, I'm sorry, I have an appointment tonight!" Meryls smiled charmingly, dealing with a nymphomaniac like John, she is familiar with it, turning her hands into clouds and covering her hands into rain. Have an appointment tonight? Look at the charming Meryls, and then look at Yang Ling who is lazily leaning on the big chair, John retreats knowingly. In front of Yang Ling, he knew how much capital he had and how many catties he had. Taking a sip of the wine sent by John, Yang Ling smacked his lips, "Alas, Miss Meryls, I was just about to ask you to press the road at night. It's a pity, it seems that there is no chance!" Pressing the road? Unexpected moments, Meryls immediately understood the meaning of Yang Ling's words, and his face was slightly red. With fair skin and firm chests, he stunned the mercenaries around him at once. In a short instant, Yang Ling heard the crisp sound of more than a dozen wine glasses falling to the ground. "Miss Meryls, you must compensate me for my losses!" Looking at the ugly mercenaries around him, Yang Ling shook his head and thought of an idea. "Oh, how do you say that?" Meryls was a little nervous, not knowing what the hell Yang Ling was up to. Tell yourself in your heart, calm down, you must be calm!" This is a long story!" Yang Ling shook his head, "First of all, because of your beauty, the mercenaries broke so many wine glasses. These cups were shipped from the distant Rus' Empire, and each was at least 100 crystals, and even money could not buy them. Count me unlucky, you lose half of it, and the mercenaries lose half of it!" "Oh, so it's my fault for being pretty?" Meryls barely managed to squeeze out a few smiles, and then said, "There is a first and second, and another reason?" "It's true to be pretty, but it's not right to dress so revealingly. In addition, I came to the bar to drink to relax, and as soon as you appeared, the mercenaries were full of ugliness, which seriously affected my drinking mood. Wine glasses are valuable, but mental damage is priceless, you say, how to compensate, right?" Looking at Yang Ling, who was smiling and groaning, he felt that if he continued like this, he would be dizzy if he didn't go crazy. After gritting his teeth, he decided to directly pick out his identity and status. But looking at the mercenaries and adventurers around him who were watching him, he felt inappropriate, and after pondering for a while, he wrote a few lines on his handkerchief, and then handed it to Yang Ling. "My lord, if you want to know the identity of the man in black who attacked Stoff, remember to be on time tonight. When the time comes, you can compensate Meryls as much as you want!" After whispering a few words in Yang Ling's ear, Meryls quickly left. "In the early hours of tonight, in the Ladoga Valley, see you or leave, Meryls. Looking at the line of words on the handkerchief, and thinking about what Meryls said before leaving, Yang Ling understood that this vixen finally couldn't help it, and was ready to have a showdown with himself. However, it is not excluded that this is a trap, a gentle but deadly trap. Trap? Yang Ling's heart suddenly moved, thinking of the Storf, and after pondering for a while, he had a bold plan. Meryls' invitation was a challenge, but it was also a great opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

(To be continued)