To use a crude metaphor, the job of scheming people, regardless of the lofty distinction of conspiracy, is essentially the same as having sex.
The highest state is naturally when others are comfortable and you are comfortable. After being schemed once, you still want to do it a second time, and you rush to beg you to scheme against him. Of course, if you reach this state, it is basically not considered a scheme.
The worse thing is that others are uncomfortable but you are comfortable. This is an act of forcing the will of others. Even if your own goal is achieved, it is easy to be hated by others. Unless the means are really clever, such people will generally not live long.
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The third point is that others are comfortable but you are not. Generally speaking, this should be regarded as a failure of calculation and counter-calculation, which is commonly known as rape instead of rape. However, this kind of calculation itself may also be your other plans.
A very clear example is chasing girls. Sometimes girls never ask you for things, but men will get flustered. At this time, you have to rush to give something to express your feelings in the simplest way.
It's hard to tell who makes more money in the end.
However, there is another possibility. That is that both people are uncomfortable.
In most cases, this is about two people being fooled by a third party. However, it does not rule out that in the second case, the one who was fucked wakes up, but it is not looking for benefits for himself, but it turns into a situation.
Polu started a newspaper office and achieved remarkable results.
For example, Roland now.
The reason why a conspiracy is a conspiracy is because even if you know it, you can't resist it. You can only choose a relatively good path to go on. The so-called surrounding three against one, usually the path the planner wants you to take most.
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But no matter the conspiracy, it is all about the manipulation of information. From this perspective, unless the information channels are absolutely reliable, all plans must have loopholes.
In Windtalker's plan, the only thing he didn't plan was Roland's own ability.
After all, Higgs came and wanted Roland to become a Howler, so Roland's will level must not exceed five. Based on an exaggerated estimate based on the average human quality, it is very likely that Roland has just left the formal level and entered the black iron level. Even if
A conservative estimate is that no matter how strong Roland is and how carefully he disguises himself, he will never be a gold-level expert.
One of the basic conditions for advancing to the gold level is that the willpower is higher than ten. This ensures that a strong person in the gold level cannot be confused by low-level magic control spells, and the immunity brought by the will attribute is enough to be immune to low-level witchcraft.
and divine magic, which ensures that it is difficult for a gold-level powerhouse to be defeated by a human sea tactic.
From the Windtalker's point of view, Roland either found someone to ambush these Ashes or set up a large number of traps. There is absolutely no possibility that Roland would challenge those Ashes with his own abilities.
After all, if Roland cannot annihilate all the Embers in a very short period of time, once even one person sends a signal for help, then he will face all the other members of the South Wind Ring led by the Wind Whisperer.
Even if Roland was at the Black Iron level, even if Marco advanced to the Gold level, it would be impossible to kill more than fifty Embers with one blow.
Roland raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a slightly crazy smile.
There were some changes to his original plan.
The original plan was to kill a few people through a trap based on the entanglement technique, and then taunt them while leading them to Father Claude. But after meeting the Windspeaker, a crazy plan emerged in Roland's mind.
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He prepared to kill all the Embers who came out by himself.
Don't kill too many of them, otherwise it will be like taking advantage of the Wind Whisperers. It is best to kill half of them, and then let them go back immediately with a little provocation, blocking the Wind Whispers who are preparing to transfer.
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It's best if there can be a dispute. Even if it doesn't happen, the balance of power between Marco and the Windspeaker must be ensured. Once they break up, it's better to make sure that neither of them can win.
After briefly glancing at the people behind him, Roland quickly calculated the number and level of the people coming.
There are the most people in the formal level, twenty-six people. Then there are seventeen people in the black iron level, ten people in the bronze level, and one person in the silver level, for a total of fifty-four people.
A head-on confrontation would definitely result in death. Roland would be blasted to pieces in a matter of breaths.
When it comes to stealth assassination, Roland can do it. But he doesn't have the level of the stealth profession, so he can't eliminate his body shape. Moreover, it is really difficult to carry out continuous and effective sneak attacks in the face of perception professions such as Embers.
However, if the perception is too strong, it is not impossible to use it.
Having made up his mind, Roland couldn't move in order to maintain balance among those Silver-level people, and it was true that he couldn't move.
You can kill one or two at the black iron level, and it is best to kill more than half at the formal level.
After some calculations in his mind, Roland came up with a very interesting plan. He could hardly help laughing. So he stretched his right hand into his arms and pulled out the black vine suit from a place where people behind him could not see it.
He tore a piece of paper from his inner pocket, hid it in his left sleeve, and wrote something blindly while running.
The people following Roland didn't talk much at first, and then they just chatted and muttered a few words to each other. But after Roland took them away for a long time, they became a little nervous.
Judging from the distance, they should be almost out of the Dark Trace now.
"Pars, haven't you arrived yet?"
"Pars, where are you taking us?"
"...Pars?"
Roland lowered his head and kept rushing forward. No matter how the people behind him shouted, he would not look back.
Finally, the people who had been following Roland and rushing forward began to feel a little panicked.
"Hey! Pars, stop!"
"Stop! I said stop!"
about there.
Roland didn't say anything, but suddenly turned around and stretched out his right hand, causing the running man to stop in shock.
Then a thick vine suddenly emerged from the darkness outside the field of vision, reached out to Roland like lightning, grabbed his waist and suddenly withdrew.
Before others could react to stop Roland, Roland had already flown out of their sight. While he was still flying in the air, another vine stretched out from further away, catching another one in a relay.
A tree. Just like a monkey hanging on the tree with its upper limbs, Roland quickly disappeared from everyone's sight as he advanced alternately with two vines.
Before completely disappearing from everyone's sight, a piece of paper slowly floated down in the air.
The leader of the Ashes stretched out his hand to catch it, and then waved his hand to stop the others from pursuing it.
He took off his hood, revealing his gorgeous blond hair.
That is a very rare hair color in Karar, and there are not many blond hair in the Bansa Kingdom. Although Suze in the north has blond hair, it is a platinum color that is close to silver. Pure blond hair with a faint hint of fire like this
, there is only one place in the entire Farnes world.
That is the country south of south of Karar, further south than Falarobi White Tower - the Titan Empire.
The climate there is warm and humid, making it a paradise that people living in northern countries like Karar and Bantha dream of. When the farmers of Karar heard the druid who imparted the knowledge of fertilization speak in a longing tone about the year of Titan
There are only two months of winter, and the lights are brightly lit even in the Shadow Moon, or when the summer is so hot that you need to eat ice. I feel envious of this, but also secretly express my confusion and ridicule to the thinking of the Titans.
Isn’t it better to just take off your clothes when it’s hot? Why do you still need to eat ice in the hard-earned summer? Isn’t this asking for trouble? Don’t their stomachs hurt? Why don’t you just go to bed early when you can’t go out at night in the Shadow Moon? Why do you have to go outside?
Light up?
The people of Karar cannot understand the thinking of the Titans, but this does not affect the culture of Karar. People regard the Titans as natural nobles. In order to prove that they are decent people, the nobles of Karar cannot leave the house for an hour while standing outside.
In the sweaty summer, I still have to eat expensive iced food imported from Titan, shivering from the cold while expressing how much I like to eat this food.
In the perception of most Titans, everything north of Falaro is outside of civilization. The mountain people of Falaro are a group of monkeys in the mountains, and Bantha is a gathering place for war madmen and barbarians full of fighting and broken bones.
In the country, Karar is a group of country folk who know nothing but farming. In their understanding, once they cross the border of the White Tower and go north, they even have to write a suicide note in advance.
After this kind of person becomes a druid profession unique to northerners and joins a northern extremist organization, he can naturally easily obtain a good status in it. In Titan, where the literacy rate is very high
, there are many people who can read.
So other people didn't fight for the thing in his hand - 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 couldn't understand the smooth and white appearance.
Frosty paper.
Even the Titan was shocked by the texture of the paper. The moment he saw and touched the paper, he thought that his organization had provoked an organization that he could not contend with.
With this kind of technology, there is no doubt that the base of this organization can only be in Baita. It is said that the R&D department of Baita mastered the method of mass-producing paper at low cost the year before last, but he knew the texture of that paper without looking at it.
Definitely not that good.
"Lord Oakliffe, what is written on this?"
A girl next to him asked in a clear voice. Oak Clifford 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 who I am. You
Just know that you have offended someone you can't afford to offend. The South Wind Ring will definitely be destroyed. If you want to survive, exit as soon as possible. Of course, if you are worried about what to call me - you might as well call me daddy.
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"——What a bold maniac!"
Oak Clifford's face darkened and he couldn't help shouting angrily.
After venting a little, he turned his attention back to the note and continued reading:
"I know you don't believe me. Then, I will prove my ability a little bit. You can try to sense the surrounding environment, and you will find that your perception ability has completely failed."
After reading this, Oak Cliff's expression suddenly changed.
After trying it for a while, his perception was indeed completely disabled. Originally, in his spiritual vision, he should be able to see the priests and druids around him, and he should also be able to distinguish between east, west, north, south, and the living and the undead. This is also the case for Druid.
This is what allows us to keep moving at high speeds in the Dark Trace without crashing into trees.
But at this moment, in Oak Clifford's perception, the surroundings were vast, and the whole world was filled with a strong natural atmosphere, as if it was submerged in a blinding white light, and nothing could be seen clearly.
Indeed, he couldn't see anything clearly like this.
Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, he continued reading: "Now you probably believe what I said a little bit, right? Then the dinner is next-"
"I said: One of you will disappear without a trace in two minutes."
"Finally, this is your father's kind reminder. 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, there is a second piece of paper right next to you.
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