On the fourth day after that stunning raid, on the edge of the Asrex family's domain, near the Gran Forest, two ordinary-looking open-top carriages were swaying along the bumpy dirt road leading to the forest.

It was a small traveling caravan very common in the Duchy of Belmar, with two coachmen, two merchants, and four escorts. With a large number of goods that do not seem to be valuable, but are extremely tailored to the tastes and needs of the elves, they want to try their luck in the territory of the elves.

However, although the owners of the convoy looked inconspicuous, the four guards were clearly very elite.

"Tell me, what's the point of being the 'true master of the forest'?" said the red-haired armor with red hair as beautiful as a maple leaf, casually searching for a topic as he walked.

"That's a memory of me when I was a kid, when I was playing in a nearby family villa. The black-haired, black-eyed, sharp-eyed guard replied, "And the so-called true master of the forest refers to the control of the demon veins in this area, and the control of the demon veins, even the stubborn elves have to bow down, so the master has the final say in finding reinforcements." ”

"Then why do we have to go to the elf tribe, isn't it too much?" The petite guard, with a slightly freckleled but cute face, stepped in, "I don't need to remind you, now we are short of time, where is the time to go around those stubborn long ears!"

"Because it's more polite, like the feeling of letting the butler inform you first?" speculated the blonde-haired guard, easing the mood without a trace.

"It doesn't really have anything to do with etiquette...... Guard B patiently explained.

The four guards were, of course, Midi, Fina, Sigmund and Lillian.

Despite the exhaustion of the raid, after a short day's rest, they immediately set out on a journey to find reinforcements.

The time gained by burning down the granaries was only three weeks, which is still the most positive estimate. If the Seth family were ruthless and made quick supplies at any cost, or bought food from other nobles nearby, the time would have been even shorter. And how long it will take to convince the "true owner of the forest" that no one can say.

Including Alice Oteroboth, the Witch of the Mist, and Midi herself, her lover in her previous life.

In the previous life, Midi met Alice, the Witch of the Mist, during her escape with Fina after the invasion of the Delos Empire. At that time, Fina was in a state of high fever, her magic was out of control, and the situation was extremely dangerous. In order to find rare medicinal materials, Midi will rush into the mutated forest desperately.

Fortunately, at that time, due to the fire from the sky, the defense of the forest itself was extremely fragile, and the elven tribe had already existed in name only.

The story of the three people began at that time.

But this time is different, at this time, the fire of the Gran Forest has not yet come, the elven tribe is still strong, and the large magic circle laid by the Witch of the Fog with the help of the demon veins is also seamless and there are no loopholes.

Midi's memory of how he found the Witch's Mansion in his previous life was originally vague - he had encountered it by mistake, and along the way, there were woods and forests that looked similar, and naturally there would be no clear direction after being reborn. And in this life, at this point in time, it is even more difficult to rush directly into the forest to search for the Witch's Mansion.

was so easy to break the formation, and the Witch of the Fog was not the Witch of the Fog.

Although Midi knew Alice very well, if she couldn't even break the formation, she couldn't see her face-to-face, and she couldn't talk about persuasion.

So Midi still chose the most sure method - first find the peripheral elves controlled by Alice, and then, try to find clues, follow the vine, and finally determine the method of entering the witch's house.

As for the way to deal with elves, it has been proven by long experience that the fastest and safest way to deal with them is right now - doing business.

The carriage quickly drove into the Gran Forest.

There are large areas bordering the Duchy of Belmar, each with its own style.

Compared to the chaotic battle area of the Academy Trials, which was controlled by all kinds of monsters, this forest bordering the territory of the Asrex family was much quieter due to the presence of the elven tribe. Along the way, there were no annoying goblin robbers popping out of the trees, no cat demons jumping up and down the treetops, and no minotaur behemoths standing in the way.

Along the way, the speed of progress was very fast and very smooth, but in just half a day, it had gone deep into the depths of the forest sea. However, by this time, the man-made road had long since disappeared, and the two light carriages had been replaced with off-road wheels, and the speed had slowed down a lot, and Midi and the others, who were pretending to be guards, drew out the big axe that had been prepared for a long time, and split the bushes and small trees all the way, and finally made a way.

If there is no road, it does not mean that there is no direction. This time, the disguised Midi came with real businessmen, an old man, a young man, and a pair of master and apprentice from the famous Elvin Chamber of Commerce, the old man and the elf have been in business for more than ten years, and they know their habits, etiquette, and taboos well. The two people who drove the car are also old-fashioned, and they can easily cope even in the rugged forest.

What's more, there's Midi. As Alice Otrobos's lover, and the Witch of the Mist who can make the arrogant and stubborn elves subservient, I know the way elves think all too well.

In search of the hidden landmarks that the elves had set up on tree trunks, in the grass, and among the rocks, the caravan made its way and soon came to two giant twin trees.

The twin trees, each more than 20 meters tall, with one crown tilted to the left and the other tilted to the right, together like a huge city gate, were obviously not born, but intentional.

This is the "absolute control area" of the elven tribe, and there is only one result of accidentally breaking into it - being shot.

The carriage stopped under the twin trees, and the white-haired old merchant leader took out a huge horn and brought it to his mouth.

Blow the trumpet first, and then lead the door, which is also the practice of doing business with the elves.

However, before the old leader blew the horn, Midi's gaze became sharp for a moment, and then he suddenly took a step forward and grabbed Fina's right hand. The red-haired girl's hand was already about to condense her magic, but it was interrupted by this action.

In the next moment, the sharp sound of the air being cut pierced through the eardrums.

Dozens of arrow feathers shot out of the dense forest, and the sharp arrows reflected the cold light. Before the members of the convoy could dodge, the arrows had already arrived, and only a click was heard, and the dozens of arrows were neatly shot into the front of the leading Midi, like a fence in a row, the arrows were completely deep into the earth, and the feathers on the tail of the arrows trembled.

Obviously, this is a provocation, a naked show of force.

"Don't blow the horn, don't disturb our village with that tasteless sound. A proud and young voice sounded, and then, dozens of figures flashed out from all directions.

The leader is an adult male elf, extremely well-dressed, equipped with fine scale armor on some vital parts of the body, a green cloak dragged behind him, and two slender hands hidden in long gloves, very similar to the style of a ranger. Compared to the huge longbow in his hand, the elf's blonde hair fluttering in the wind was even more dazzling.

"I'm the captain of the Silver Star Tribal Windblast, Brel. The elf said in a condescending tone, "Human, I've been with you for a long time, report your name, and tell me honestly!"

The old team leader hurriedly stepped forward, with a smile without fireworks, and began to put on a close, by the way, introduced the members of the team.

Captain Bellell's critical gaze swept over everyone, but he only stopped on Fina's body for a moment, as if he was a little surprised that there was such a beauty among humans.

People say that elves are a beautiful and elegant race, but that's just an average level. From an individual point of view, a woman who can really be compared to Fina must be at least at the level of an elf queen, and it is impossible for this tribe to come up with it.

Not only her appearance, but also her eyes, temperament, aura, etc., coupled with her long red maple-like hair, the Queen of Magic Bullets is the jewel in the crown no matter where she is.

Midi is proud of that.

As for the other party to have evil thoughts because of this beauty, Midi is not worried.

Let's not mention how much the elf in front of him looks down on humans, even if he is really moved, so what?

Corresponding to the standard of adventurers, Midi estimated that the leader of the wind squad in front of him was just a level 28 roaming gunner, and he was not using a high-attack firearm, but a homemade longbow, what power could it have?

Of course, this wind squad leader is indeed qualified, judging from the actions just now, the actual physical fitness may be around level 30, plus the racial characteristics of the elves such as night vision ability and shadow escape skills, the combat effectiveness in the forest area may be on par with the level 32 gun.

However, level 28 or level 32 makes no difference to Midi and the others, and it is a matter of seconds to go down.

No, probably Midi doesn't have a chance, and Fina raises her hand and fires a magic bullet that doesn't charge up, which is enough to clean up.

In fact, from the time the Wind Squad was eyeing the convoy, Midi and the others were aware of their existence, but they just kept pretending not to know what to do. When the elves were shooting intimidatingly, Midi quickly stopped Fina, who reflexively wanted to fight back, also in order to deliberately show weakness.

After all, if you show your true strength, you are likely to be jealous, and you won't even be able to enter the village, so it is necessary to hide your strength.

Midi is now level 23 and has been promoted by one level in the Yorkshire raid. After a life-and-death battle, Sigmund and Lilian also reached level 23 each, but Fina was still the same, and she didn't move at level 24. However, if you look at it from the perspective of actual physical fitness, their real combat power is above level 28, and the midi who is more than a level 30 centurion in seconds, not to mention the bombing queen Fina with a range of one and a half kilometers, the real combat power cannot be accurately estimated.

But at this moment, from the eyes of the arrogant elf captain, what he saw in front of him was just a group of adventurer escorts of about level 20, and his group of sixty wind squads could draw out twenty elites at random, and a salvo could be used in seconds.

So, after paying a little attention to Fina's beauty, he waved his hand and said in a high spirit, "Go in! But I warn you, don't play tricks, don't cheat, don't try to take advantage of the Silver Star tribe, otherwise, my Berrell's arrows will never agree!"