Chapter Twenty-Two: Unexpected

  The elves are one of the largest forces among the subhuman ethnic groups on the continent of Arad, and some tribal civilizations even have an intelligence quotient lower than that of humans. These elves are distributed in various large forests, including, of course, the Gran Forest.

  In general, the interactions between the Elf tribe and humans are mostly limited to some simple transactions, which are often initiated by human merchants or adventurers who actively visit the Elf tribe. Although they are interested in some mechanical products and fruits of humans, the Elves, who are skilled in carving, weaving and mastering advanced potion-making methods, actually do not have a great demand.

  For this mysterious race, whether humans exist or not is of little relevance to them, let alone participating in some noble war.

  However, the tribe of elves pointed out by Meddy is a bit different, mainly due to its geographical location.

  The forest where these spirits reside is located on the outskirts of Gran's Forest, adjacent to the territory of the Asrecks family, relatively prominent and coincidentally within the action radius of Seth's army.

  In other words, once the war breaks out, these elves are likely to be drawn into the flames of war. Even if Seth's army chooses to bypass them, refugees, deserters, and marauding bandits will still bring a huge negative impact to this originally peaceful land.

  Of course, being negatively affected does not mean that the elves will help Midy's side. In the eyes of these elegant races who love nature and are skilled in archery, there is no difference between this noble and that noble.

  It's more likely that the elves will regard all humans who enter the forest as enemies, shooting them dead on sight.

  Although possessing memories of rebirth, Mide still didn't have much confidence in being able to persuade these spirits.

  After all, the war of nobles itself did not exist in the previous life. At that time, Feina was already injured and the family had become a scapegoat for the Congressional faction to shift the blame, and they were on the verge of collapse. This life is due to one's own decisions and choices, which led to the war with the Seth family, history has changed, this is the butterfly effect brought about by oneself as a reborn person.

  But these are unimportant, for Miti truly wants to persuade are not these stubborn conservative spirits.

  But this is the real master of the forest.

  Misty Witch

  Alice Otterloop

  In his past life, she was another person he loved dearly, and also a lifelong friend of Fiona's.

  "The spirits are all stubborn, and what's worse, very conservative." Fina clearly didn't have a good impression of this race, which was understandable. The Queen of the Magic Bullet, who was as free as a flame, naturally wouldn't get along with those races that hadn't changed for thousands of years.

  "This forest is different, because the key doesn't lie with the spirits. I have about 50% confidence." Mide replied, "How about it, want to give it a try?"

  "Of course! A 50% chance is already quite high." Feena didn't ask for the basis of this 50% certainty, she directly chose to accept this answer, then changed the subject, "But even so, we don't have enough time, Seth's army has already begun to assemble."

  "Time is not enough, then create it." Medea revealed a cold smile, "The method is simple, we'll start by fighting them and prevent them from gathering."

  "A fight?" The red-haired girl's eyes lit up, perfectly switching roles. She hadn't even warmed up yet, and Midy's plan, which was unfolding with lightning speed, was exactly what she had in mind.

  Sigmund and Lilian were also eager to try, after all, the transfer students' bodies were active with adventure and combat factors, for radical tactical plans, as long as they had some confidence, there would be no rejection. This was also the style of the Falcon Squad established by Fiona in her previous life.

  The surrounding knights were stunned, could it be that this time, the young master would take the field himself? Or was he going to use his 3,500 men to resist the enemy's 10,000? Wouldn't this exhaust the entire strength of the Asrelix family?

  Medi didn't explain, but instead cast his gaze towards his own father, the current head of the Asrelex family, Earl Ingman.

  "What do you plan to do?" asked the Earl.

  "With a small elite surprise attack, burning the granary, the Sais family is not native to this land, but borrows other nobles' towns as their base. In such unfamiliar territory, once they lose logistical supplies, it will take at least three weeks for them to call for backup, enough time for us to bring in reinforcements." Mide replied calmly.

  In his previous life, as one of the Iron Triangle of the Falcon Team, he was also a commander in name and reality. He could easily judge the weaknesses of an army.

  The knights all breathed a sigh of relief - at least, it wasn't an immediate battle to the death; if there were reinforcements on the way, then a surprise attack wouldn't be a bad tactic after all.

  The tactics were recognized, and the next question was simple - who would lead the team.

  "Where are you going?" The earl let out a soft sigh and instantly understood Midy's gaze.

  Midi looked around again, at the smiling and confident red-haired girl, at Sigmund and Lilian waiting calmly, at the knights who were loyal to the family but not quite trustworthy of themselves, and at the old steward Lotrang standing silently by the door, then nodded.

  "This is where I grew up, it's my territory and my people. And they are my comrades, partners who have been through life and death together." Midei replied calmly, his voice not loud, very calm, as if everything should be so, "Of course I will go."

  "Bartrand!" The earl's voice rang out with authority, uttering a single name.

  The middle-aged knight immediately stepped forward, waiting for the command from the host.

  "Immediately withdraw one hundred of the elite, I want them to be ready at all times, not to protect my son, but to win victory!" said Earl Ingman.

  Bartlett hesitated for a moment, and the next instant, all hesitation was gone from his eyes, replaced by the fierce gaze of a veteran who had fought his way out of the battlefield's mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

  "Understood, my earl!"

  "For victory!" The knights shouted in unison at this moment.

  When the Astley family finally decided to make a decisive attack, the Sayes family was also making final preparations for war in Yorkshire.

  Fenrir? Sess, this dandy who is usually the leader of the royal magic academy's spoiled brats, has actually come to the front line base of the battlefield in person. The frustration and humiliation he suffered during the trial made Fenrir resentful and sleepless all night, and hatred, no matter how unreasonable and inexplicable it may be, is still the greatest driving force for a person to move forward.

  So Fenrir came here, to Yorkshire where the Sessrúmnir "Crimson Blade" legion of the S?s family was stationed.

  At this moment, it is already the middle of the month, and the new moon is like a crescent hanging on the sky curtain, under the reflection of countless stars, sprinkling clear, cold and quiet light.

  The entire Yorkshire was brightly lit, and this small county town was not originally a military stronghold, naturally windy on all sides, and no defensive system had been established. However, after the Scarlet Flame Army arrived here, they immediately built towers in many places, implemented curfews, and arranged patrol teams and scouts at different times in an orderly manner.

  It was as if in the blink of an eye, this small city had become a watertight iron barrel, and it had also splashed out a huge spider web. As soon as there was any wind or movement, it would immediately react with the utmost speed.

  "Is this the so-called style of famous generals and elite soldiers?" Fenrir gazed out at the city, which lay like a giant beast below the highest tower in the county town, and couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder.

  "It's not as exaggerated as you imagined, Fenrir-dono." A calm voice rose up, and a man in his thirties with a lean face, wearing deep red armor and sporting an eight-shaped beard, walked onto the top of the tower. "This level of defense is just following standard military protocol."

  The commander of the Scarlet Flame Legion, Potter Saith, although born into a branch family, has excelled with his exceptional swordsmanship and outstanding command talent. In nearly ten years of aristocratic warfare, he has won vast territories for his family and risen to become the commander of the second-largest legion of the Saith family.

  He was nicknamed "The Red Fox General" due to his slender build and clever tactics.

  He is the commander-in-chief of this operation. It's obvious that the Seth family didn't mobilize a large army to attack the Aslex family just for the sake of saving face.

  "Uncle Potter, what should we do next?" Although Fenrir was a spoiled and arrogant noble, he had after all been influenced by the fame and fortune of the nobility, and in front of someone like Potter who had gained recognition from his family, he showed a respectful attitude.

  "Of course it's a full-scale attack! Ten thousand troops will be deployed, and we'll invade the territory of the Asrecks family!" General Red Fox replied proudly, without hesitation.

  Fenrir was confused: "But what about our base here? And if we're going to launch a full-scale attack, why build so many defensive fortifications..."

  "Lord Fenrir, isn't it precisely because there are so few people left that we should give them a better defensive advantage?" General Akakiri explained patiently, clearly trying to win over the future heir of the Sess family.

  "I see." Fenrir said with a sigh of relief.

  "But you don't have to worry, with the Asrecks family's troops and that kind of command, I think there won't be any real fighting. At that time, the Red Flame Legion will sweep across the land, and finally turn their lord's castle into an isolated island in the ocean! By then, they won't even need to breach the city, they'll surrender themselves." General Akatsuki stroked his carefully trimmed eight-shaped beard with satisfaction, "There is intelligence that suggests the Hamilton family's young lady is also on their territory, and by then, she will probably become our prisoner too."

  "Really capture Feina? If Hamilton's words are true, then we'll have a lot more cards in our hands!" Fenrir's eyes also lit up. He couldn't help but start fantasizing about the scene where the first beauty of the principality becomes his captive.

  The red fox general apparently saw through Fenrir's slightly indecent thoughts, but didn't expose them, instead smiling again and twirling his mustache, as if he had already seen the moment of victory when breaking into the Aslex family castle.

  The next instant a deafening crash echoed over all Yorkshire.

  A blazing flame burst forth in the camp of the Scarlet Flame Legion, as if to tear apart the silent night sky.

  "Enemy attack!" The sentry's ear-piercing scream instantly pierced the eardrums of the two people who were complacent and lost in their own thoughts.