Midi finally failed to kill Fenriel.

After all, this was a night attack, and a huge gap between 300 and 4,000 people. When Fenriel fled desperately and kept asking for help along the way, attracting more and more Red Flame Legion soldiers, the pursuit itself could no longer last.

But Midie did not regret this, because from the beginning, his purpose was not Fenrir, but to win the war.

As the Yeblade Leopard Cavalry retreated in an orderly manner, the white cold fog finally dissipated, and at the same time, the dawn sun was slowly rising on the horizon in the east. The golden sunlight broke through the cold and darkness of the night, bringing light and warmth to people.

However, the camp of the Red Flame Legion did not show any vitality because of the rising sun at dawn. On the contrary, it was in a mess. There were corpses and blood everywhere, tents knocked down, and traces of various magic, which looked like ruins.

When General Red Fox lost more than 600 soldiers, he finally escaped from the counterattack of the Witch of the Mist, and showed it to him, this extremely desolate scene.

"Count the losses immediately." General Red Fox said with a gloomy face. After all, he learned about the situation through magic communication midway through the night attack, so he was naturally mentally prepared and would not be furious. But even so, of course, it is impossible to be happy.

I brought two thousand five hundred people out, but only one thousand nineteen people came back, and only one or two hundred were killed.

Where is Midi? He brought three hundred people over and killed hundreds of elemental masters who were the core of the Red Flame Legion, and even two of them were left in the great magicians. The current Red Flame Legion has approached zero in terms of long-range and large-scale firepower.

Next, the only ones that can be relied on are probably the cavalry troops. Avoid the environment where the horses cannot be used at night, fight during the day, break through the center, encircle the two wings, and directly destroy the damn elves and the damn Midi from the front.

"Mr. Porter, it's bad, it's bad!" A knight ran over with a pale face. "The stable was attacked, and all our war horses were run away!"

"What!" General Red Fox seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer and shook his body heavily. If the guards on both sides hadn't come forward to support him, he might have fallen down directly.

This is of course the result of the night attack of Midie.

It is extremely risky to use the three hundred night blade leopard cavalry to attack the enemy camp. If you are not careful, you will fall into it and be completely destroyed. Therefore, Midi's target was the Elemental Master at the beginning. He succeeded with one blow and evacuated immediately. As for the cavalry, although he also wanted to take the opportunity to eliminate it, it was absolutely too late in time, even if there was interference from the fog demon.

But just as the Red Flame Legion began to move into a defensive posture and Midie had to prepare to retreat, Fenriel appeared.

So Midi launched a decisive attack and attracted dozens of the most elite Night Blade Leopard Cavalry to strengthen their momentum.

This is not for personal grudges, but for treating it as a bait to divert the attention of the Red Flame Legion.

Fenriel did live up to Midi's expectations. He ran away with fear and called all the troops he could call. The Red Flame Legion thought for a moment that Midi's real purpose was to kill Fenriel, so he re-scheduled, gave up the areas in the barracks that needed key defenses, and protected Fenriel, and at the same time tried to surround Midi.

Of course, the siege was empty, because from the beginning, Midie did not take Fenriel seriously, so he naturally would not pursue it too deeply.

Taking this opportunity, the other Night Blade Leopard Cavalry gained time and space. So, after killing a large number of elemental divisions, they turned the sword and directly attacked the stable where the defense became weak again.

This time, it is even simpler than slaughtering the elemental master, because there is no need to kill, just scare away the groups of war horses, and soon, they achieved their goal.

Therefore, the result of this night attack was to directly remove the two firepower points of the Red Flame Legion's strongest and the second strongest.

Now, General Red Fox has only infantry left, as well as a group of cavalry who have lost their mounts and can only be used as infantrymen, and there are also dozens of elemental divisions that cannot cover the attack at all.

The gap between the two sides has been further narrowed. This is not only a narrowing of the gap in military strength, but also a transformation of advantages at the tactical level. Even a generation of famous generals is difficult to deploy any wonderful tactics under such a single group of troops.

"Get out the camp immediately and move towards Asrex's territory." As soon as Midie returned to the camp, he immediately issued an order, "Don't worry about physical strength, speed up first, get rid of the Red Flame Legion, and prepare for the decisive battle."

The black-haired boy's eyes flashed with a lively light and gave orderly instructions. At this time, the successive victory and the extraordinary achievements of Midie in leading the way to kill countless enemies have completely won the elves' heartfelt awe.

As long as the Witch of the Fog does not speak, Midi's order will be absolutely absolute. If the instructions are sent, the elders and captains of the five tribes will immediately start to execute quickly.

It was not until the last elf walked out of the main camp that Midi let out a long sigh.

On his young face, there was no calmness like he had just now. On the contrary, he revealed deep fatigue.

Even if you are a super-level transferee or even if you have a unique and powerful ghost, Midi is always a human being. Since he is a human being, he will be tired and have weaknesses and mistakes. Midi will certainly be no exception.

From the time he hunted scouts during the day, he kept calculating and making arrangements.

Then there was an ambush holding his breath.

A whole night of raids.

The charge led by the army, with one man's strength and a great sword, opened a bloody path.

In a short period of time, they directly faced four level 35 magicians and killed them one by one through instant explosion.

And finally, the powerful oppressive force that frightened Fenriel and ran away when facing the elite troops "Yan Guard" with an average level of 18.

Doing any of the above is already amazing. However, Midi has done everything.

So, he is tired now, and it is very tired, and it is difficult to even cover up. However, the war will not end because of a successful sneak attack, so he has to force himself to cheer up, while keeping the elves in their current morale, while continuing to issue various orders.

A cup of steaming black tea suddenly came to Midi's eyes.

Black tea made by Alice Otlopos.

The refreshing fragrance and mellow soup color make people feel warm just by smelling it.

"This is Ston black tea, which has a calming effect." Alice said lightly, her expression natural and calm.

Alice is confident that she can be considered first-class in her tea making technique, but she is the first time she has done it in her life to make tea for others like this. Even if she seems to do it easily and it is a simple task, there is no doubt that this cup of tea is definitely not that simple for a black-haired girl.

Alice could not predict what Midi would react.

So when talking, despite the calm expression, the girl still involuntarily lowered her eyes, avoided the other person's gaze, and then subconsciously looked at her toes, as if she was guilty.

"Thank you." Midi took the teacup naturally and then showed an extremely bright smile.

Alice had seen such a smile before. After the battle, Midie always smiled and waved her hand.

But at that time, she was mostly located in the corner behind and observed silently.

Alice thought that such a sunny smile must have been given to Fina. The strong bond between the red-haired girl and the black-haired boy can be seen by anyone.

Moreover, the Witch of the Fog never thought that the relationship between herself and Midi had reached that level. In the final analysis, it was just a deal. Alice obtained the right to study the ghosts and gods of Midi, while Midi obtained reinforcements from the Elf tribe. The bonds on both sides were nothing more.

It is not a comrade-in-arms, but both parties to the transaction. At the necessary moment, Alice can withdraw at any time.

But at this moment, Midie's smile was indeed given to Alice, and it was unique to her.

This feeling seems good.

The black-haired girl thought this way, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

In an instant, the city is so beautiful.

When the elves quickly pulled out their camps and retreated, as Midi expected, the Red Flame Legion could not continue to pursue. They had to clear the losses and treat the wounded, while gathering some dispersed war horses as much as possible, reorganizing the army, and finally starting the march.

After chasing in the birch forest for an afternoon, he lost countless scouts, and was knocked out again in a night attack. In the end, he still couldn't catch up with the enemy's troops. This sense of failure was a major blow to the entire army.

However, in the camp of the Red Flame Legion, there is a simple tent that is not affected by the atmosphere of failure.

And last night, this place was never attacked.

Although the Night Blade Leopard Cavalry interspersed back and forth many times, they did not pass by the front of the tent.

The omnipresent mist demon did not notice any magical abnormality.

Even Midi, who has twenty years of rebirth experience and is extremely sensitive to danger, has never turned his attention here.

Coincidence, or is it inevitable?

This is the tent of Wiseman Newton, the "Hand of Nightmare".

"What an unexpected surprise. I thought that in the too leisurely place of the Principal of Belmar, nothing would appear except for the aristocratic wars like a house. Unexpectedly, I would hit such an interesting thing." The middle-aged man in a gray robe had a glimmer of pleasure in his narrowed eyes, as if he was a child who had discovered a new toy, his expression was full of happiness.

"I originally wanted to be an audience, but it seems that it is time to take action. After all, it is the audience's duty to cheer loudly when the drama is staged at a critical moment and throw some gold coins on it." Wiseman said to himself, and finally stood up.

"Bai." He pronounced a name.

"At." A voice sounded faintly behind him.

"silver."

"Yes." The second sound came from the shadow.

"Ash."

"Yes." A third voice came from a distance.

"Prepare to warm up, let's catch a few kittens back." Wiseman said, revealing an extremely cold smile.
Chapter completed!