Chapter Thirty-Nine Gathering

  The Fog Witch nodded with a very small amplitude when she agreed, and there was only one "good" word, but the efficiency of execution was incredibly high.

  Within a short span of one day, the five major spirit tribes in this forest all took action under the single word "good", with the Silver Star tribe closest to the Asrelex family's territory as the gathering place. The morning wind tribe's mages, the Gray Speech tribe's great swordsmen, the Green Leaf tribe's holy men, and the strongest Claw tribe's Night Blade Leopard cavalry, together with the Silver Star tribe's own roaming archers, formed a massive army of over two thousand people.

  Perhaps it was the credit of that pot of stewed beef soup, Alice made a rare appearance in person and gave a speech.

  However, when the black-haired girl stepped onto the stage and saw so many swarming heads, she immediately regretted it - this was too troublesome! Compared to summoning beasts, these spirits filled with awe, admiration, excitement, and curiosity were something she didn't feel like facing.

  Finally, the Fog Witch said three sentences: "Next we will participate in the war of the human kingdom, orders issued by this person named Midia Aslexis, supplies, demands and rewards also provided by this person named Midia Aslexis."

  Although it's just a few dry sentences, it undoubtedly gets straight to the point.

  War is about interests and the division of interests, although the Fog Witch was convinced, it's impossible to demand unconditional contributions from the Elf tribe. The existence of the Fog Witch is only equivalent to a confirmation of Midie's utility, a guarantee, as for how to participate in the upcoming war, whether to passively pretend or actively face it, this right still lies in the hands of the Elves.

  So, after Alice gathered the elder sprites to issue a simple declaration of war, Middy, as the formal heir of the Aslex family, negotiated with Fina and the elders in a negotiation filled with the flavor of mutual benefit.

  Although the long-lived forest-dwelling elf elders have a somewhat narrow vision, their demands are still very practical - more forests, more resources, more food, more magic veins, more trade channels and so on... In the end, it all boils down to one word: getting stronger.

  After all, this is still a world where the weak are preyed upon by the strong, and the great fire of Gran Soren will arrive next year, it's impossible that there won't be any signs beforehand. Having more power in one's hands is an option that will never go out of style, whether for humans or elves or any other race.

  Midi's advantage as a reborn immediately came into play.

  Compared with fighting for one's own emotions, the proud girls who completely ignored men were obviously much easier to grasp than the rational elder spirits.

  Moreover, in his previous life, Mi Di was a seasoned adventurer who had traveled to countless regions on the Alrad continent. Not only did he know the elves well, but also the dark elves living in the underground world, their culture, customs, etiquette, and hobbies were all crystal clear to him. In this negotiation, it was naturally like a fish in water.

  It's not just that Midei is simply trying to persuade the spirits to actively send troops, he also considers next year's affairs.

  The Great Fire of London

  The great fire destroyed the home of the elves, causing a significant increase in the mutation rate of monsters, making the forest that was once so familiar to the elves a death trap where they could lose their lives at any moment.

  Despite Alice's host of law array, the forest area at her feet on the edge also started several large fires, and the magic pulse was out of control, eventually still severely injured.

  Now, with the opportunity of borrowing troops from the spirits, Miti's other plan is to strengthen the connection between the two sides while taking some preventive measures.

  For example, providing some areas within the territory for the elves to live in, or opening up more convenient trade channels.

  In this way, by the time of the Great Fire of Granthasen, the spirits here will be able to move to the territory of the Asuraks family and continue to thrive, while the territory of the Asuraks family will increase its population with rare spirits!

  Similarly, in this round of negotiations under Mi Di's eyes, all the details were discussed without leaving any traces.

  The elder spirits, unable to foresee the future, felt they had gained immense benefits from their current perspective - originally there were no large-scale conflicts in the forest, and the warriors were idle anyway. By sending troops to assist, humans were willing to provide so much help, even willing to establish a dwelling point for the elven tribe on their territory.

  This is absolutely a profitable deal!

  Thus, both sides soon reached a consensus. The elder spirits felt they had made a big profit, while Midei was well-prepared to prevent the Gran Forest fire next year.

  But Middy also knew that all this could be achieved only on the basis of defeating the invasion of the Seth family.

  No matter what happens next year, this aristocratic war in front of us is the first challenge we need to face.

  Only by defeating the Scarlet Crusade can we ensure the position and voice of the Ashkandi family in the Principality, can we secure a way out for Aries, and can we become a strong supporter of Fiona Hamilton. If we fail, we will lose everything and eventually have to take the road of exile.

  This battle, we can only win, we cannot lose.

  And for Mide who had experienced despair and displacement in his previous life, he didn't want to face that kind of past again.

  The current negotiations are going very smoothly, which means that Mide can mobilize more than 2,000 elite spirit warriors. Their average level is as high as 15, far surpassing the Red Flame Army's average of 10, and can be called the elite among the elites.

  However, what extent can be mobilized is no longer determined by the elder spirits.

  After all, the tribal leader and the warrior leader are two different things. Midei moved the elders with benefits, but he was also very clear that the elite warriors in the tribe would not be convinced by a 23-year-old human swordsman like himself.

  How arrogant are elves? Just look at the attitude of Beryll, the previous captain of the Whirlwind Squad.

  To convince these nose-upturned long ears, even for Midi, it still requires effort and thought to polish.

  It takes time to train this temporarily assembled team into a truly mature army that can be commanded at will.

  Midi is now short of time. From finding the Fog Witch to now, gathering troops has also taken a lot of days, and it has been ten days since they stayed in this forest.

  Returning with a large army of spirits to within their territory would take several days of effort.

  How much time is left for oneself before Seis' family replenishes and launches a war?

  Midi is making inferences and calculations based on various factors.

  Just as he was thinking, a commotion broke out outside, and then several proud elf warriors, escorting a small group of stumbling human soldiers, walked over with big strides.

  "The witch-sama..." The spirit who was the first to speak bowed his head with a reverent expression and knelt down on one knee in front of Eris.

  "Tell him about it." Alice's eyes flashed with a hint of trouble, and she stretched out her slender fingers to point at Midy, with an air of not being concerned.

  Midi couldn't help but smile wryly in her heart. Even if you want to break up, at least make some effort and say a few more words to ease the transition?

  That elf warrior was also stunned, fortunately at this moment Mide had already stepped forward, neither condescending nor equal, but very naturally with the attitude of a commander, opening his mouth to ask: "What happened?"

  Facing this nominal commander he was not familiar with, the elf warrior did not show too much courtesy this time, but simply made a gesture to let his subordinates bring the captive up, and then said proudly: "We caught a group of enemies during our patrol!"

  It is undoubtedly a pleasant surprise for the newly assembled army to capture the enemy's scouts before taking action, and it also has some help in boosting morale.

  It wasn't until Middy saw the appearance of those soldiers and the emblem on their armor that he realized they weren't enemies, but rather soldiers from the Aslex family.

  The faces of the elf warriors suddenly became extremely embarrassed, they only remembered to go to war with humans, but forgot that they were also supposed to help humans, and for a moment, they made a big mistake.

  But Midee didn't have the mind to care about these things. What he was really concerned about was the reason why the soldiers of the Aslex family appeared here.

  "Lord Medici, a week after you left, the enemy crossed the border and launched an attack." The leader of the squad also didn't have time to take care of others, but with a anxious tone, said everything he knew, "And this time, it's not just those bastards from the Seth family who came, but also troops from the Joseph family! There are as many as 2,000 people!"

  "Two thousand troops of the Joseph family?" Medei furrowed his brow, outwardly calm but inwardly shocked.

  The House of Joseph, Earls and members of the Parliamentarian faction, have long been vassals to the House of Seth, originally an unremarkable force in the Duchy of Bellmare.

  However, in this round of the noble war, Joseph's territory happened to be sandwiched between Sess and Aslex, which drew attention. The previous Midditch raid on Yorkshire was borrowed from the Joseph family by the Scarlet Legion, and some grain supplies were also provided by the Joseph family.

  However, Medii knew that Count Joseph was cautious and conservative in a good way of speaking, but timid and indecisive in a bad way. For example, after the battle where Yorkshire was attacked, Count Joseph did not make any statement, neither criticizing the incompetence of the Scarlet Flame Legion nor condemning the destructive behavior of the Asrecks family.

  Even if the flames of war reached his territory, even if his domain was occupied by the tyrannical Sess family, Count Joseph never said a word, he's a rather inconspicuous noble.

  Perhaps this is his way of survival.

  But now, the Joseph family, who had always adhered to a policy of withdrawal, actually joined forces with the Seth family and launched an attack together?

  Moreover, is it still necessary to dispatch nearly half of the 3,000 troops from the Earl's family to attack?

  Midi sensed an unusual sense of crisis.