Heavy sword, heavy mount, heavy blow.

Just like the name of the skill, this attack seemed to be really entangled with the momentum of splitting the mountain. Even the magicians who knew nothing about sword skills could see its power and dare not touch its edge at all.

Although the level 35-level magician was of high level and had two ice shields hanging on his body, he had been well protected by the knights for a long time and had always played the role of a heavy artillery. He had never personally stood on the front line to face the swords and swords, guns and bullets.

Before the sword arrived, the great magician was already panicked. He quickly canceled the chanting of the spell and changed it to a moment of movement, and wanted to open the distance. However, in Midi's eyes, how could he not see the intention of this magician who was obviously not very good at one-on-one combat?

Midi, who was still in the air, immediately stood up and used the Blood-toothed Leopard itself as its fulcrum, and then leaped and accelerated twice!

The magician's instant movement spell was finally completed at this time. The sword slashed down and raised a strong wind, but it seemed to fall into space. It only smashed a very deep crack on the ground and triggered a small earthquake.

However, the great magician who reappeared a few dozen meters away was frightened because the double ice shield on his body had been broken.

Just being wiped, is there such power?

The great magician couldn't imagine what he would be like if he was hit head-on.

Midi, who walked out of the splashed gravel and smoke, looked like a god of killing to him and the two apprentices. The great sword covered with various bloodstains looked even more thrilling. This fear made their consciousness suddenly break.

However, Midi's attack did not stop at all. Without a hit, he immediately flew onto the blood-toothed leopard that had just hit the ground and rushed over again. This time, the great magician finally had no time to escape and could only resist.

The great magician quickly pronounced a word, and a hard wall made of ice suddenly rose up - the magician skill, the ice wall.

But it's useless.

Midi swept past and the wall shattered.

The great magician was sweating coldly on his forehead. At this time, he could only use the most basic skill, magic missiles.

Midi swept another sword and directly shattered the small blue light ball that shot.

The distance between the hunter and the prey finally became zero.

The great sword, which had already drunk countless blood tonight, was raised high, and for a moment, it seemed as if even the light was about to absorb, and the outline was extremely clear. Then, it slashed down without stopping, directly dividing the great magician into two, with blood at the fracture opening blurring and blood gushing.

"The second." Midie silently calculated the number in his mind.

Originally he was the vanguard of the entire army, he had been rushing in front. But at this moment, when the Yeblade Leopard Cavalry finally grabbed the magicians and began to enter the dense attack rhythm, Midi did not choose to join this kind of battle.

The profession of Night Blade Leopard Cavalry is essentially a variant of roaming archers. They can use spiral blades, and of course they can also use bows and crossbows. Facing these elemental masters wearing magic robes and almost zero defense, a demon-breaking arrow can quietly penetrate the ice shield and then nail them into their hearts. There is no need for too much movement during the whole process.

Since there is such an efficient fighting method, why should Midi approach it again and again and then use a heavy sword to kill it?

In this situation, Midi, who is both the main attacker and the commander, has already judged that he can free himself from the important task of attacking and then do something more profitable.

For example, hunt down those level 35 magicians with a range of 900 meters.

Normally, for a level 35-level magician, it takes a lot of trouble to get close to the ghost swordsman as a melee profession, not to mention the opponent's extremely long attack distance, it is difficult to just be protected by the countless heavy knights around.

But today, tonight, at this moment, the Red Flame Legion, which was caught off guard and could not understand the Midi tactical target, can be said to be completely in chaos and had no targeted defense at all. The knights did not arrive at the magician in time. The thirty-meter field of vision brought by the mist greatly restricted the long-range magic that these elemental masters were proud of. The higher the level, the more severe the weakening it would be.

If you don’t kill at this time, when will you wait?

"At the four o'clock direction, about 320 meters away from you, there is a great magician."

At some point, the dark crow had stopped on Midie's shoulder again, and then accurately pointed out the new direction.

The "Night Feast" of the Mist Demon is everywhere, and the witch of the Mist's extremely accurate judgment. In addition, the powerful and mysterious ghosts and gods on Midi's left arm also have a keen sense of magic power. These great magicians with obvious different magic fluctuations in their bodies have no shape at all.

No matter where he is, or even chanting various magics that hide his body and eliminate his breath, Alice can give Midie the most accurate coordinates.

Swinging off the blood from the big sword and not caring about the two magic apprentices who escaped, Midie immediately controlled the blood-toothed leopard under her crotch and quickly ran towards the new hunting ground.

"How are you doing?" Midie asked as he walked forward.

"Fortunately, I'm dragging them." The Witch of the Mist answer was very concise.

However, with Midi's carefulness and understanding of Alice, he fully understood the meaning of this sentence - not "delaying time", but "dragging them", which means that the 1,700 elves warriors under the command of the Witch of the Fog are suppressing the 2,500 Red Flame Legion coming to attack.

It's really powerful.

You know, the current witch of the fog is not only defending her. At the same time, she also dispersed her consciousness to the crow demon, constantly giving instructions to the fog demon, and through the fluctuations of the magic, Temidi pointed out the direction of the prey.

He was still able to use his heart to two battlefields twenty kilometers apart, and he still had enough room to suppress the famous Red Flame Legion. This was no longer ordinary strength, but unimaginable strength.

Even with the experience of the previous life, even though he had known that once the Witch of the Fog was serious, it would be no problem to do this, Midi couldn't help but smile.

The people you like care about become stronger, of course it is worth being happy and even pride.

He could almost imagine that General Red Fox was furious after learning that the base camp was attacked and was frustrated after discovering that he was in a dilemma. In fact, General Red Fox Porter Joseph was not only frustrated at this moment, but his face was extremely pale.

According to the emergency report in the magic communication, the Seth family was determined to kill Midi Asrex, who was personally leading the Night Blade Leopard Cavalry to rush around the base camp.

So, who is commanding at this moment in the camp of the elves?

Where did so many messy monsters come out?

General Red Fox thought for a long time, but still couldn't get the answer.

At the same time, the black-haired girl confronted the famous general of the Principal of Belmar was quietly floating in the air, under the protection of a pure black curtain, and calmly observed every detail on the battlefield, and then gave orderly instructions.

The Night Demon's "Shadow Cloak" is like a dark cloud, covering the cold moonlight above the battlefield, swallowing up the starlight, leaving only a deep darkness above General Red Fox's head. From time to time, large groups of darkness fall from this dark cloud like rain, dripping on the crowded battlefield, causing groups of Red Flame soldiers to lose their targets and directions, and allowing the elves' bows, arrows, swords and guns to attack unscrupulously.

The vines of the Demon Realm were raging on the surface, constantly entangling the enemy's legs or sending a fatal blow from bottom to top with a sharp tip. The Flowers of the Demon Realm were entrenched in the center of the camp, like turrets, shooting all kinds of spores into the most densely populated areas of the battlefield.

And the true mainstay - the Elf Army - is not to mention the fanaticism at this moment. Originally, it was absolutely unwise to replace the master in an army, but who was the one who replaced Midi? Alice? Otlopos, the real master of the forest.

In fact, compared to Midi, who has established his prestige by relying on victory and the strength of leading the way in the short term, Alice's prestige is much higher. It is obviously an elf army that is so arrogant that he does not take humans seriously, but in this, there is no one doubting the orders of the Witch of the Fog. On the contrary, every elf is executing the orders wholeheartedly, even if morale reaches its peak.

In the face of such a unit with a large number of unheard of summoned beasts and extremely high morale, the gap of 800 people cannot bring any advantage at all. On the contrary, the night vision ability of the elves and the various controls of the Night Demon "Shadow Cloak" make the Red Flame Legion, which has a strong combat power, cannot perform at the right level in the night battle environment.

Originally, it came for the night attack and to consume the opponent's troops and energy, but now, even if General Red Fox is in charge, the troops can still passively defend.

While the night attack troops assigned by the Red Flame Legion were beaten and slowly retreating, more than half of the scene had been cleared.

"The fourth..." Midie counted again.

The blood-toothed leopard squatted aside, with his ears standing up alertly, majestic.

In front of this man and leopard, a great magician had wide eyes, with fear in his eyes, and was deeply trapped in the ground, covered in blood and blood. Except for his head, he was almost shattered. It was obviously the masterpiece of the big sword in the hand of the black-haired boy - in just three minutes of encounter, the great magician had not had time to chant a high-level magic, just like a fly, and was directly slapped to death by Midi, who was quick to beat him.

Obviously, the Red Flame Mages who are used to legion combat are really inexperienced in one-on-one battles that require quick brains and cannot reveal any flaws, and are completely cheaper to their opponents.

At present, this is the fourth person hunted by Midi. There are only six level 35 magicians in the entire Red Flame Legion. As long as two more are killed, the threat of high-level tactical magic can be completely eliminated.

Midi was not so greedy that he really wanted to kill all the great magicians at once, but he didn't mind killing a few more within the controllable range. Now that General Red Fox was dragged down, there was obviously still time left.

"At nine o'clock, 530 meters away, 12 o'clock, 460 meters away, each with a great magician. However, some guards had gathered around them. At nine o'clock, there was a team of 100 people and a great swordsman. At twelve o'clock, there were two teams of 100 people, a heavy knight and an axe thrower." The Witch of the Mist gave the instructions in time.

It seems that at most I can only kill the guy at the nine o'clock direction.

Midi thought this way, and the blood-toothed leopard was about to move forward.
Chapter completed!