Comfort the people after a few words, Yang Ling to good play a wink, and then stride to the chamber after the chamber walked. More than a month has not come out, the desktop of the secret room is piled with various kinds of intelligence.

"What do you think of this so-called overlord, Goode?" As soon as he entered the door, Yang Ling asked the advisor behind him.

"The situation is very bad for us, my Lord!" Good face gloomy, Yang Ling closed this period of time, in order to and just come to the Lord Storf, he racked his brains.

After a pause, Goode continued, "In addition to three thousand Black Armor guards, Stoff has brought dozens of magicians with him. A few days ago, I snuck into their camp with one of the sabers, but before I could get near Stoff's tent, I was attacked with ferocity. If I am not mistaken, Stoff has a wise guardian warrior by his side."

Goode unbuttoned his coat as he spoke, revealing a scar stretching from his collarbone to his ribs. If it had gone any deeper, something would have happened to him. The accompanying swordsman was even more miserable, not only losing an arm, but also being completely shattered and repaired as a big retreat, which I am afraid is difficult to fully recover in this life. If it were not for Cassie's rate of several masters, I am afraid that one of them could not escape.

Dozens of magicians, brilliant guardian warriors?

Yangling face solemn, did not expect the strength of Storf so strong, this guy is not simple, behind the family is more not simple. A family that can quickly dispatch 3,000 Black Armor guards and dozens of magicians, not to mention the Bantu Empire, is probably rare in all of Tyrann.

"For the present, my Lord, we would rather not confront Stoff than let him fight to the death against the forces of the Rus Empire, and then..."

"Hey, yeah! Yang Ling and good smile at each other, all understand the truth of weng profit.

Despite the temporary disadvantage, the Rus' will not stop in their efforts to undermine the Bantu Empire's strategy, as evidenced by the occasional assassination of Stoff's men. If you give the Rus people hiding in the forest of Trace some necessary help, such as weapons, food, and information, I believe that Stauf, the parachuted Lord, will soon be overwhelmed.

"Twelve hundred from the Bantu Empire, eight hundred from the Rus Empire, a thousand from the League of Levenza, two thousand from other places..."

After sitting down in the tiger chair, Yang Ling casually pulled out a parchment paper about the investigation and analysis of mercenaries and adventurers, and looked at it in his heart, "Good, in addition to letting Stoff and Ross eat dog, there is no other active way to attack?"

"There are many ways, but they all take a lot of time to lay out!" Goode shook his head helplessly. There were so few resources at his disposal. It takes time to get to a big city and hire a mercenary or a good assassin.

"Actually, we have another idea!" Yang Ling handed the intelligence in his hand to Good, and after a pause, said meaningfully: "The number of mercenaries and adventurers gathered in the town of Wesson is huge, and it is too wasteful not to make good use of it!"

"Do you mean, my Lord, to involve mercenaries and adventurers from the League of Levenza and elsewhere?"

"Hey, yeah, the more chaotic the situation, the better for us!" Yang Ling smiled coldly and said: "If one day, the neutral mercenaries and adventurers suddenly found that their partners died suddenly, hiding to the side can only wait for death, escape halfway and be hunted, and be paranoid all day, I believe it will be very interesting!"

"But how do we get the mercenaries to point the finger at Stoff?"

Good a little through, quickly understand Yang Ling's intentions, but he did not understand the specific how to operate. After all, the mercenaries are not stupid, and it is impossible to easily start a conflict with the powerful Storf.

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Leaning on the comfortable big chair, Yang Ling gently rubbed his temple, "very simple, as long as the assassination scene left some unfavorable evidence against Storf, such as a black knight who died together, a black armor or a piece of waist card and other things, I believe that the mercenaries will naturally guess who is the hand!"

Yang Ling said light, but good still feel wrong, "adults, forgive the subordinates stupid, why let the mercenaries believe that Storf will quickly kill them?"

"Hey, a king, the most important thing is his own rule, who may threaten their rule and position, will absolutely not hesitate to strike." A Lord, certainly not an exception, especially one with a shaky foundation, would never tolerate a large army of disobedient troops in his domain!" Looking at a listening Good, Yang Ling went on to say: "As long as we distribute a lot of rumors at the right time, we will not worry about the mercenaries' disbelief!"

A lie becomes truth when repeated a thousand times!

Yang Ling believe that as long as after careful planning, absolutely can mix up the water, let Storf in trouble, tired. Strike him when the time is right, and you'll end this airborne overlord forever.

To the point!

After a moment of contemplation and understanding of Yang Ling's meaning, Good could not help but be convinced again. Huge strength, a ring a ring of magic, let him rejoice that he is not the enemy of Yangling.

When he killed Yimia, he thought Yang Ling was just a fluke victory, and now in retrospect, it was not so simple as good luck. If not Yangling deliberately humiliate again and again, Imia will never impulse to pretend to be crazy; If Yangling is not deep not leaking, Imia will not be arrogant, arrogant to think that the other party in front of the hydra vulnerable.

The ancient summoner and the tree Shepherd, either one can scare the hell out of you. Good did not understand, Yang Ling in the end was born on the mainland which of the rich family, unexpectedly young has such a good wrist and ability.

He treats his subordinates with carrots and sticks. He was kind and generous to his servants and townspeople, and he would stand up for the poor Aunt Angelique and give away hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of ginseng without a frown. To the enemy, he is as cold-blooded as a Wolf, unscrupulous, killing without blinking.

The more he learned about Yangling, the more surprised Goode was!

However, he knew that as long as he could not afford foreign hearts, Yangling would always respect himself as a guest. Make him understand his value, and he'll do everything he can to save his family. As a middle-aged man with a broken family, he was satisfied to meet such a master.

After some brewing, Good began to advise, and Yang Ling to discuss some specific details. In the general direction, Yang Ling often has unique and far-sighted ideas, but in many details, the old and sophisticated Good will show his years of experience. After all, being the chief of armaments in charge of the logistics of the Imperial army was not a bombastic waste.

With Goode's help, Yang Ling felt much easier. Otherwise, if you let him carefully consider step by step how to contact the Ross people, how to spread rumors, how to contact the killer association and other trivial things, I am afraid that after one night, he will become a white head.

"Sir, that damned pig of Stoff's is visiting!" Just when Yang Ling felt and good to negotiate almost, the guard Agusu gently knocked on the door.

Get the pig?

Yang Ling and Goode smiled at each other, it seemed that Stoff was very bad in people's eyes. From a high, revered Lord, to a stupid, lazy saro pig who sleeps and eats when he wakes up.