Jing Xu: "Then..."

Master Ja lifted a finger: "Remember what I told you, the Black Iron Camp was built by three generations of people. It is one of the world's top-class military forces, a malicious weapon that leaped beyond our time. Do not harbor any hope that you can challenge them directly, it will be nothing more than a giant fighting a child. What we have to do is just briefly lead the tiger away from the mountain and delay them for a moment."

His fingers lightly tapped on the sand table: "Gu Yun will be led here by the Eagles and Heavy Armors we have left in the light, although we can't hold him off for a long time — though, I just got a message, Fu Zhi Cheng partially helped you. He has drawn most of the troops to Xing Zi Lin. Now the internal defense of the troops stationed in the Southern Frontier Garrison is completely empty, and the people left behind don't even know that you have switched sides."

Jing Xu's eyes brightened up.

"You only need to do what you have done every time while smuggling Ziliujin for Fu Zhi Cheng. Hide people in the delivery box, those in the Southwest storage will not stop you nor reveal themselves. When that time comes, both sides from inside and out will assist one another." Master Ja made a movement of slashing down, "Within the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, you can already take over the Southwest storage."

There was a large amount of Ziliujin in the Southwest storage area. As long as one person stood there with a torch, let alone the Black Iron Camp, even the gods would not dare take a step further.

"There are thousands of pounds of Ziliujin there. Once it is all burned, even the Marquis of Order himself could not carry this crime." Master Ja gently swayed the steam lamp hanging on the sand table, causing his eyes to flicker in the dark, his lips revealing an unfathomable smile. "You will have a lot of room to negotiate with the court."

Their plans could not be said to have an opening, but at this time on the land of the Southern Frontier, there was another force that had not come out yet.

Before the Black Iron Camp made their move, Chang Geng in Xing Zi Lin received a second wooden bird.

The first one that flew here was released immediately. Shen Yi did not even get to touch one of its feathers. Seeing the second bird fly in, Shen Yi's drool was flowing three feet long, he eagerly came closer, rubbing his hands together: "Your Highness, you see...can I open this one for you?"

Chang Geng generously handed it to him. The wooden bird truly was as good as real. When held in his hands, apart from the hardness that differentiated it from a real bird, there was no other difference.