Chapter Fifty-Four A Cup of Red Tea

  Midi was ultimately unable to kill Fenrir.

  After all, this was a night raid, and it was a night raid with a disparity of 300 to 4,000 people. When Fenrir fled recklessly and continuously sought help along the way, attracting more and more Scarlet Flame Army soldiers, the pursuit itself could no longer be sustained.

  But Midee did not regret this, for from the beginning his goal was not Fenrir but to win this war.

  As the Night Blade Cavalry retreated in an orderly manner, the white cold mist finally dispersed, and at the same time, on the eastern horizon, the dawn sun was slowly rising. The golden sunlight broke through the night's chill and darkness, bringing light and warmth to people.

  However, the camp of the Scarlet Flame Army did not show any signs of life with the dawn sun, on the contrary, it was a mess everywhere. There were corpses and blood, knocked down tents, and all sorts of magical marks, looking like ruins.

  When General Red Fox finally escaped from the counterattack of the Fog Witch after losing more than 600 soldiers, what was presented before him was such a desolate scene.

  "Assess the damage immediately." General Red Fox said with a gloomy face, after all, he had already learned about the situation through magical communication halfway through the night raid and was mentally prepared, not to the point of being furious, but certainly not happy either.

  He took 2,500 people out and came back with only 1,900. The casualties were no more than one or two hundred.

  What about Mi Di? He brought over 300 people and killed hundreds of elemental mages who were the core of the Flame Army, leaving only two great mages. The current Flame Army is almost zero in terms of long-range firepower.

  Next, the only ones that can be relied on are probably the cavalry units. Avoiding the environment where war horses cannot be used at night, fighting during the day, breaking through the center, and encircling from both sides to directly annihilate those damned spirits and that damned Middy.

  "Lord Potter, it's terrible! It's terrible!" A knight came running over with a pale face. "The stables have been attacked and all our warhorses are gone!"

  "What!" General Red Fox seemed to have been struck by a heavy blow, his body swaying heavily. If it weren't for the two guards rushing forward to support him, he might have fallen down directly.

  This is certainly the result of Midy's night raid.

  With the 300 Night Blade Leopard Cavalry charging into the enemy's main camp, this was an extremely risky move. If they were not careful, they would be trapped and annihilated. Therefore, Mi Di's initial target was only the Elemental Master. As soon as he succeeded in his strike, he immediately retreated. As for the cavalry, although he also wanted to take advantage of the situation to wipe them out, there was simply no time for that, even with the interference from the Fog Devils.

  But just as the Scarlet Flame Legion began to shift into a defensive posture and Mide had no choice but to prepare for retreat, Fenrir appeared.

  Then, Midei launched a decisive attack and also recruited dozens of the most elite Night Blade Leopard Cavalry to boost morale.

  This is not done for any personal vendetta, but rather as a lure to divert the attention of the Scarlet Flame Legion.

  Fenrir indeed did not disappoint Midy's expectations, and in the midst of fleeing in fear, he called up all the troops that could be called. The Scarlet Flame Legion also thought for a moment that Midy's true intention was to kill Fenrir, so they redeployed and abandoned the areas in the military camp that needed to be defended, and went to protect Fenrir, while trying to surround Midy.

  The siege naturally fell through, because from the start, Midgard didn't take Fenrir seriously and wouldn't pursue too deeply.

  And with this opportunity, the remaining Night Blade cavalrymen gained time and space, so after killing a large number of elementalists, they turned their swords around and directly attacked the stables that had once again become weak in defense.

  This time it was even simpler than the slaughter of the Elementalist, as no killing was required, only to scare away the herd of war horses, and soon they achieved their goal.

  As a result, the final outcome of this night raid was that it directly eliminated the strongest and second-strongest firepower points of the Scarlet Flame Legion.

  Now, General Red Fox only has infantry left, as well as a group of cavalry who have lost their mounts and can only be used as infantry, and a few dozen elemental mages who are not enough to form a covering strike.

  The gap between the two sides has been further narrowed, which is not only a reduction in the disparity of military strength, but also a shift in tactical advantage - even a famous general would find it difficult to devise brilliant tactics with such a single-minded composition of troops.

  "Break camp immediately and move towards the territory of Asrecks." Midei returned to the main camp and gave orders, "Don't worry about physical strength, speed up first, shake off the Red Flame Legion, and prepare for the final battle."

  The black-haired youth's eyes shone with a lively light, and he made one gesture after another in an orderly manner. By now, the consecutive victories, as well as Midori's outstanding military achievements of beheading countless enemies, had completely won the respect of the spirits from the bottom of their hearts.

  As long as the Fog Witch doesn't speak, Middy's orders are absolute. The instructions were sent out, and the elders and captains of the five tribes immediately began to execute them quickly.

  And it wasn't until the last fairy left the main camp that Midei finally let out a long sigh.

  His young face no longer had the calmness of just now, but instead revealed a deep fatigue.

  Even if he's a transcendent job changer, even if he has an unparalleled powerful ghost god, Midy is still human. Since he's human, he'll get tired, he'll have weaknesses and make mistakes, Midy won't be an exception.

  From the moment he started hunting down scouts during the day, he had been constantly making calculations and arrangements.

  Then comes the breath-holding ambush.

  A whole night of rapid assault and combat.

  With a heroic charge at the forefront, with one man's strength, a great sword cleared a bloody path.

  In a short period of time, directly faced four 35-level powerful magicians and instantly killed them one by one through burst attacks.

  And finally, the overwhelming pressure that made Fenrir run away when facing the elite troops "Enwei" with an average level of 18.

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

  So he's exhausted now, and very tired, even hiding it is hard to hide. But the war won't end just because of a successful sneak attack, so he has to force himself to cheer up, on the one hand letting the elves maintain their current morale, and on the other hand continuing to issue various orders.

  A steaming cup of red tea was suddenly thrust in front of Middy.

  Alice's homemade red tea.

  The fragrance of the soup is enticing, the color of the broth is rich and thick, just smelling and looking at it makes one feel warm inside.

  "This is Stilton tea, it has a calming effect." Alice said calmly and naturally.

  Alice's technique for brewing tea was something she could confidently say was top-notch, but serving tea to others like this was something she had never done before in her life. No matter how effortless it seemed, there was no doubt that this cup of tea was not a simple thing for the black-haired girl.

  Midi's reaction was also unpredictable for Alice.

  So when speaking, although her expression was calm, the girl still involuntarily lowered her eyelids, avoiding the other person's line of sight, and then subconsciously looked at her toes, as if she felt guilty.

  "Thank you." Meddy naturally took over the teacup and then revealed a dazzling smile.

  Alice had seen such a smile before. After the battle was over, Middy would always smile and wave his hand like this.

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

  Such a sunny smile, Alice thought, must be for Fiona. The strong bond between the red-haired girl and the black-haired boy was obvious to anyone who saw it.

  Moreover, the Fog Witch never thought that she and Middie had reached that level of relationship. After all, it was just a transaction, Alice gained the right to study Middie's ghost gods, while Middie got the aid of the Elf tribe. That's all there is to it.

  Not comrades-in-arms but parties to a transaction, at any moment necessary Alice can withdraw.

  But at this moment, Midy's smile was indeed given to Alice, and it belonged only to her.

  This feeling doesn't seem bad either.

  The black-haired girl thought so, and her mouth corners involuntarily opened a faint, imperceptible smile.

  In an instant, the city was overturned and the country was lost.

  While the elves were quickly breaking camp and retreating, as Middy had expected, the Scarlet Flame Legion was unable to continue pursuing them. They had to first clear up their losses, treat the wounded, and gather as many scattered warhorses as possible, reorganize their troops, before they could start marching again.

  Afternoon pursuit in the birch forest, lost countless scouts, a night raid was also beaten to seven or eight, finally, still can't catch up with the enemy's troops, this sense of failure is a major blow to the entire army.

  However, in the camp of the Scarlet Flame Legion, there was a simple and unadorned tent that had not been affected by the atmosphere of defeat.

  But last night, this place was also attacked for the first time.

  Although the night blade leopard cavalry came back and forth many times, they just didn't pass in front of this tent.

  The omnipresent fog demon did not detect anything unusual about the magic either.

  Even Midee, who had twenty years of reincarnation experience and was extremely sensitive to danger, had never paid attention to this place.

  Coincidence, or is it inevitable?

  This is "Nightmare on Elm Street" Wes Craven's tent.

  "What a wonderful surprise! I thought the Kingdom of Bellmare was too laid-back, and nothing would happen except for some trivial noble wars. But unexpectedly, I stumbled upon something so interesting." The middle-aged man in gray robes had his eyes narrowed at this moment, but they sparkled with delight, just like a child who had discovered a new toy, his expression full of joy.

  "I originally only wanted to be an audience, but it seems that the time has come to take action. After all, when a play reaches its climax, loudly cheering and throwing some gold coins is also the duty of the audience." Weissman muttered to himself, finally standing up.

  "Bai." He muttered out a name.

  "A sound echoed faintly from behind."

  Silver.

  "Yes." A second voice emerged from the shadows.

  Ash.

  "Yes." A third voice came from afar.

  "Get ready for a warm-up, let's go catch some kittens back," Weissmann said with an icy smile.