Although the demonic raid was quickly suppressed, they also left a painful memory on the troops. This force was improvised by the Locke family's private soldiers, the defenders of the Vale, and the remnants of Istalen, so they lacked a tacit understanding with each other.

Although they are all elite warriors and have impeccable reflexes in unexpected situations, the enemies they face are demons from hell, and in the dark of night, this difference in combat power becomes more and more obvious. The casualties counted after the battle were 25 dead and 67 wounded, including 16 seriously wounded who were disabled or dying. This terrible number made El's heart chagrin.

The reason why he was reluctant to choose a head-on battle from the beginning to the end was to preserve the strength of this force to the maximum, and there were still thousands of old and weak women and children in the ranks of the exiles who had no power to resist, waiting for their protection.

Although El did not know what kind of hardships he would encounter on his journey, he knew at least one thing: every loss of strength now would make the exile's future journey more difficult.

After cleaning up the battlefield and cremating the bodies of the dead, the sky gradually turned white, and this long night was about to pass. El walked outside the camp, found a rock and sat down, looking far in the direction of the town of Lille.

Sneak up on the sheriff in the town, infiltrate the manor and rob the prison, and lead the defenders of the valley to break through...... Elle had been busy that night, and now it seemed that the impact was far from what he expected. The Southern Army had also lost a lot of soldiers after yesterday's night's tossing, but compared to the base of their reorganized corps, it was actually insignificant, and it was not a wound of flesh and skin.

El had once been contemptuous of the Southern, but now he knew that it was not for nothing that they could stand up to Isttalon's army for years. The soldiers of Isttalon ridiculed the soldiers of the Southern Army as basies, armed peasants, and now that I think about it, this may not be the strategy of the Kemal family.

De Lael wields demonic powers, and in last night's retaliation, he turned ordinary soldiers into demons. From this, it can be inferred that he must also have the ability to demonize his own soldiers, and the weakness of those soldiers' wills, from another point of view, is not a flaw deliberately left behind in order to be more easily infected by demonic power.

Although reason tells El that this kind of thing is unlikely to happen, humans and demons have been inseparable since ancient times, and even the Kemal family, who have demonic blood, dare not make a big deal about it, otherwise they will definitely become the target of Qianfu. However, the hole cards revealed by the other party still made him feel uneasy.

Sensing someone approaching from behind, El awoke from his musings and found a cloak on his shoulders from behind.

"The morning dew was heavy and the weather was a little cooler. Palanti stood behind El with his cloak and whispered, "Your Excellency, you should go and get some rest." ”

"It's okay, I'm not tired yet. El shook his head, held his chin and smiled: "I'm afraid the southern army will start to assemble in a while, I don't know if Tiana can come over in time......"

"Even if there is a war, we will not be afraid of the Southern Army, even if that young master Delaere likes to pretend to be a ghost, but that kind of little trick is of little use on the real battlefield. Palanti said unconvinced.

"Palanti, do you know why I asked you to fight with me last night. El asked, looking back into the girl's eyes.

"Because...... Because apart from Mr. Ahmed, I am the only one whose strength is close to the silver rank. Palanti hesitated, a little uncertain.

"You're right, it's because of your strength, but not because of how powerful your swordsmanship is...... It's because with such strength you don't get hurt easily. El habitually patted Palanti's head and said earnestly, "Your strength is close to the silver rank, so you can clearly feel the difference between you and ordinary warriors." If Timmy and Renard aren't considered, the two of us can come and go freely in the Confederate camp, and we can adapt to whatever happens. ”

"I only know about fighting, nothing else. Palanti whispered embarrassedly.

"You did well yesterday, at least you got over your bad habits. El stroked Palanti's hair, a reassuring smile on his face: "I understand, in the past, you only became so extreme to attract your father's attention and care. Now that Palanti has grown up and learned to take responsibility, that's good. ”

"Huh...... It's not like that!" Suddenly receiving El's compliment, Palanti's face suddenly turned red.

"Palanti, I know that the responsibility of the White Lion Family is too heavy for you, they are all brothers who escaped together, and everyone can understand it, so you don't have to force yourself. El rubbed Palanti's head and smiled, "Compared to those empty honors and dignity, our lives are more important to each other. ”

"Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything stupid. Palanti looked at El with some confusion, not quite understanding what he meant.

"I'm not worried about you doing stupid things, I'm worried about that Young Master Delael. El smiled bitterly and said, "Judging from last night's experience and the rumors I heard, it is very likely that that Young Master Delaere is a demon warlock, and it is very likely that he has reached the silver rank. The emergence of this variable made a big hole in our plan, we took away the troops of Hegu Pass, and finally tilted the scales, and his appearance increased the weight of the opposite side. ”

"What's so great about being a silver-rank spellcaster, aren't we a magician who once killed the Siciali Thieves?" Palanti thought back to the past, a little dismissive of El's caution.

"That was a fluke, and don't forget that Mr. Pros was badly wounded at the hands of that magician, and the enemy we now face commands an integrated legion. And the realm of the silver rank is also divided into high and low. El stretched out his hand in the direction of the town of Lille, a solemn look on his face.

"I'm here to see how he reacts, and if he only had the ability to do it yesterday, he'd be cautious today. But if the Southern Army begins to assemble after dawn and attack us directly, it means that his strength and self-confidence are more troublesome than we thought. ”

Palanti looked in the direction of El's finger, and his face changed suddenly. With the help of the glimmer of the morning light, she also saw the scene of the town of Lille, and the smoke of cooking smoke rose from the town, which represented that the Southern Army had begun to assemble.

"My lord, what are we going to do?" Seeing El say it come true, Palanti couldn't help but panic in her heart.

"We'll wait, wait for Tiana to come, and get ready to run away with our tails between our legs. El said.

As El had guessed the worst-case scenario, De Laere had already begun to gather forces. After the departure of the defenders of the valley pass, the nearest road from the province of Salin to the town of Lille also lost its barrier. El took this new force with him, but at the same time paved the way for the Kemal army.

Dressed in black robes, De Lael walked out of Locke Manor, Viscount Chico and Miharun walking side by side, followed by eighty elite knights of the Kemal family.

His legion had been assembled outside the manor and was ready to go. Before, because they did not expect the appearance of spoilers, the scattered troops were all hit to varying degrees, but at this time, the unique psychological quality of the southerners was reflected. They basically don't have the honor of a warrior, so they don't care as much about their own losses as the northerners.

For example, the troops besieging the valley pass were beaten by the Istaron warriors in the sneak attack last night, and their commander ran away at the first time. But when the Isttalon army had left, the commander ran back and gathered the scattered troops.

For southerners, as long as the person who died is not themselves, it is basically not a big deal. They are accustomed to bullying the weak and fearing the hard, attacking the outnumbered with the crowd, and it has long been common for them to flee in the face of a strong enemy, and they have already escaped from experience. These forcibly recruited soldiers had no morale at all, and naturally they would no longer be demoralized by enemy harassment.

Seeing the regrouped Legion troops, Delaree nodded in satisfaction, which was exactly what he wanted. He didn't need a professional army like Isttalen, and he didn't trust that kind of army.

The internal struggle of the Kemal family was equally thrilling, and it was already very rare for Delaire to gain control of an army, so from the first day he took command, he began to overhaul the army. Thanks to the efforts of Viscount Chico, many means were used to finally transform this legion into its current state.

The advantage of this is that this legion will never be able to leave his palm, and any other commander will be killed in the pit with no place to bury.

"My warriors!" said De Laere, mounted on his warhorse and cried out to his soldiers, "a couple of little rats crawled in last night and stole the cheese from our plates!

"Kill them!" Miharun roared loudly as he brandished his axe, his head not very bright since he came back to life, and he still hasn't recovered.

"That's right, kill them. Delaire coughed, stretched out his hand to straighten his bow tie, and a wicked smile appeared on his face: "Then let's go to meet a noble and beautiful young lady!" (go read om) (jiangsu net)