Midi was ultimately unable to kill Fenrir.

After all, it was a night attack, and it was a night attack with a disparity of three hundred to four thousand. As Fenrir desperately escaped, and continued to call for help along the way, attracting more and more Red Flame Legionmen, the chase itself could no longer continue.

But Midi has no regrets about this, because from the beginning, his aim was not to win the war, but to win the war.

As the Nightblade Panthers retreated methodically, the white cold mist finally lifted, and at the same time, the morning sun of dawn was slowly rising on the eastern horizon. The golden sunlight breaks through the cold and darkness of the night, bringing light and warmth to people.

It's just that the camp of the Red Flame Legion did not show any vitality because of the rising sun of dawn, on the contrary, it was a mess here. Corpses and blood were everywhere, knocked down tents, and traces of all sorts of magic looked like ruins.

When General Red Fox finally escaped from the Misty Witch's counterattack after losing more than six hundred soldiers, what appeared in front of him was such a bleak scene.

"Count the losses immediately. General Red Fox said with a gloomy face, after all, he learned about the situation through magic communication in the middle of the night attack, and naturally he was mentally prepared, and he would not be like thunder, but even so, of course, it was impossible to be happy.

He took 2,500 people out of the city, and only 1,900 people came back, and only one or two hundred were killed.

What about Midi? brought three hundred people over, and killed hundreds of elemental divisions who were the core of the Red Flame Legion, and even the Great Magicians were left with only two left, and the current Red Flame Legion was close to zero in terms of long-range and large-scale firepower.

Next, the only thing that can be relied on is probably the cavalry troops. Avoid the environment where you can't use war horses at night, fight during the day, break through the center, outflank the wings, and destroy those damned elves and that damn midi directly from the front.

"Master Potter, it's not good, it's not good!" a knight ran over with a pale face, "The stables have been attacked, and our horses are gone!"

"What!" General Red Fox shook heavily as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and if it weren't for the guards on both sides hurriedly stepping forward to support him, he might have fallen directly.

This, of course, was the result of Midi's night raid.

Attacking the enemy's camp with 300 Nightbladed Leopard Cavalry is a very risky thing, and the slightest mistake will fall into it and be completely destroyed. Therefore, Midi's initial target was only the elemental master, and he would evacuate immediately after a successful blow. As for the cavalry, although he also wanted to take the opportunity to destroy it, it was absolutely too late in time, even with the interference of the fog demon.

But just as the Red Flame Legion began to turn on the defensive, and Midi had to prepare to retreat, Fenrir appeared.

As a result, Midi launched a decisive attack, and also recruited dozens of the most elite Nightblade Leopard cavalry to increase his momentum.

This was not done for any personal vendetta, but as a decoy to divert the attention of the Red Flame Legion.

Fenrir lived up to Midi's expectations, and fled in fear, calling all the troops he could call. The Red Flame Legion also thought for a moment that Midi's real purpose was to kill Fenrir, so they rescheduled, abandoned the areas in the barracks that needed to be defended, and went to protect Fenrir all of them, while trying to surround Midi.

Of course, the siege fell short, because from the beginning, Midi didn't take Fenrir seriously, and naturally didn't pursue too deeply.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the rest of the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry gained time and space again, so, after killing a large number of elemental divisions, they reversed their blades and attacked directly at the stables, where the defense had once again become weak.

This time, it was even easier than slaughtering the elementals, because there was no need to kill, just scare the hordes of horses away, and in no time, they achieved their goal.

So, in the end, the result of this night attack was to directly pull out the two strongest and second strongest firepower points of the Red Flame Legion.

Now, General Red Fox only had infantry at his disposal, as well as a group of cavalry that had lost their mounts and could only be used as infantry, as well as a few dozen elemental divisions that could not cover the blow at all.

The gap between the two sides has been further narrowed, which is not only a narrowing of the gap in troops, but also a transformation of advantages at the tactical level - even if it is a generation of famous generals, it is difficult to arrange any wonderful tactics under such a single military composition.

"Immediately pull out the camp and move towards Asrex's territory. As soon as Midi returned to the camp, he immediately gave an order, "Don't worry about your 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 smart light, and he methodically made one instruction after another. By this time, the successive victories, and the remarkable record of Midi leading the way in slaying countless enemies, had completely won the awe of the elves.

As long as the Witch of the Mist does not speak, Midi's orders are absolute. The instructions were issued, and the elders and captains of the five tribes immediately began to implement them quickly.

And it wasn't until the last elf walked out of the main camp that Midi let out a long breath.

His young face was no longer as calm as it had just now, but on the contrary, it revealed a deep exhaustion.

Even if it is a super-level transferor, even if it has a unique and powerful ghost, Midi is always a human, since he is a human, he will be tired, there will be weaknesses and mistakes, and Midi will certainly not be an exception.

From the time he hunted scouts during the day, he was constantly calculating and arranging.

Then there was the ambush with bated breath.

A whole night of rushing operations.

The charge of the leading soldiers, with the power of one person, a big sword opened a bloody path.

In a short period of time, he directly faced four level 35 great mages and killed them one by one through instant bursts.

and the powerful oppressive force that Fenrir frightens to flee when facing the elite unit "Yanwei" with an average level of 18 at the end.

Doing any of the above is already quite remarkable. However, Midi did it all.

So, he's tired now, and he's so tired that it's hard to even hide it. It's just that the war doesn't end with a successful sneak attack, so he has to brace himself and keep the elves on their current morale while continuing to issue orders.

A cup of steaming black tea was abruptly handed to Midi's eyes.

Alice Otrobos' own black tea.

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

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

The technique of making tea, Alice has the confidence that it can be regarded as super-first-class, but it is the first time in her life that she has done something like this to make tea for others. No matter how easy it seems to be, there is no doubt that this cup of tea is definitely not such a simple thing for a black-haired girl.

How Midi would react, Alice couldn't predict.

So when she spoke, despite her calm expression, the girl involuntarily lowered her eyes, avoiding the other party's gaze, and then subconsciously looked at her toes, as if her heart was empty.

"Thank you. Midi took the cup of tea really naturally, and then smiled brightly.

Alice had seen a smile like this before, and after the battle, Midi would always smile and wave her hand like this.

But at that time, she was mostly in the back corner, silently observing.

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

Besides, the Witch of the Mist never thought that the relationship between herself and Midi had reached that level. In the end, it was just a deal, with Alice gaining the right to study the spirits of Midi, and Midi receiving reinforcements from the elven tribe. The bond between the two sides, that's all.

Not comrades-in-arms, but both sides of the deal, Alice can pull out at any time if necessary.

But at the moment, Midi's smile was truly for Alice, and it was unique to her.

This feeling seems to be good.

The black-haired girl thought like this, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily bloomed into a subtle smile.

In an instant, the city and the country were overwhelmed.

And when the elves quickly retreated, as Midi expected, the Red Flame Legion could not continue to pursue. They had to clean up their losses, heal the wounded, and gather as many scattered horses as they could, regroup, and only after they could begin the march.

After an afternoon of pursuit in the birch woodland, the loss of countless scouts, a night attack and a dizziness, and the last time, still unable to catch up with the enemy's troops, this sense of defeat was a major blow to the whole army.

However, in the camp of the Red Flame Legion, there was a simple tent, but it was not affected by the atmosphere of defeat.

And last night, it was never attacked.

Although the Nightblade Panthers went back and forth many times, they just didn't pass in front of the tent.

The ubiquitous Mist Demon didn't notice anything unusual in his magic.

Even Midi, who has twenty years of rebirth experience and is extremely sensitive to danger, has never paid attention to this place.

Coincidence or necessity?

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

"What an unexpected surprise, I thought that a place like the Duchy of Belmar would be too leisurely, and nothing would appear except for the aristocratic wars of the family, but I didn't expect to be bumped into such an interesting thing by me. The middle-aged man in a gray robe, his eyes were squinted at the moment, but there was a happy light, like a child who had discovered a new toy, and his expression was full of happiness.

"I just wanted to be an audience, but it seems that it's time to make a move, after all, it is the audience's duty to cheer loudly and throw some gold coins when the drama is staged at a critical moment. Wiseman muttered to himself, finally standing up.

"White. He pronounced a name.

"In. A voice sounded faintly behind him.

"Silver. ”

"Yes. A second voice rang out from the shadows.

"Ash. ”

"Yes. A third voice came from afar.

"Let's warm up, let's go catch a few kittens. Wiseman said, a grim smile.