Three hundred Nightblade Leopard Cavalry were hidden under the noses of the Red Flame Legion.

Nightblade Leopards, these ferocious beasts lurked in the grass in silence at the moment, their green eyes staring at the Red Flame Legion camp just a few hundred meters away, as if they were about to embark on a bloody hunt.

The elves held their breath, fully attached to their mounts' backs, careful not to let the blades reflect the already dim starlight. At this moment, the rider and the mount seem to become one.

At such times, experienced fighters will adjust their mentality to make themselves calm and ready to attack at any time.

However, the level 30 Nightblade Panther Cavalry Captain, Klasty, the only elf who was qualified to participate in the Elven Elders' Meeting and raised questions, couldn't suppress the surprise in his heart at all.

Because, in the grass in front of him, a half-body, there was Midi.

Not only there, but also riding a Nightblade Leopard.

Moreover, it is the leopard named "Bloody Fang" with the worst and bloodthirsty personality that even he can't tame.

How could a human ghost swordsman do this? The arrogant Klasti was puzzled, knowing that even the Talon tribe that dealt with leopards all day long could only be a few who could successfully capture the Nightblade Leopard and form a bond with it, otherwise, the cavalry of the Talon tribe would not be only three hundred.

But this Midi, their new young commander, had only asked the elves for a Nightblade Leopard to borrow from him two days earlier after he had made a battle plan for him.

When the Nightblade Leopard was a war horse, Klasti scoffed at Midi's request, and with a wave of his hand, he sent the most ferocious bloody tooth out of the canon.

But nothing happened, and Midi rode straight on, like a horse, and then began to lay out the next tactic. The bloody tooth that made countless elven riders feel chilly, and it was as well-behaved as a kitten.

At this point, Klasty finally remembered that this boy, who was only seventeen years old, was able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the legendary Witch of the Mist.

Will he lead us to victory this time, or will all the warriors of the five tribes be buried here as eternal sinners and enemies of the elves?

Looking at the hazy silhouette not far away, Klasty speculated in her mind.

But he didn't know the way, Midi never thought of failure, as a reborn who can predict the future to a certain extent, has a lot of experience, and a strong will, he has only one thing to pursue, victory!

Moreover, it is necessary for everyone to survive the common victory.

That's why Midi came up with such a battle plan - personally lead the team and directly carry out a night attack on the Red Flame Legion to maximize the damage!

It's also very simple to say how to implement it and how to hide such a conspicuous force - since a large number of scouts have been killed along the way, the area that the Red Flame Legion can control has naturally become fragmented, from a tightly knit iron wall to a fragmented wooden fence.

It is not difficult to find a hidden spot in such a porous reconnaissance network, hiding three hundred elves who are extremely familiar with the forest, and three hundred nightblade leopards who are naturally close to nature.

Of course, there are still a lot of risks involved.

In the ever-changing battlefield, nothing is 100% guaranteed. Even Midi couldn't pack the ticket, and the scouts of the Red Flame Legion wouldn't have bumped into the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry who were hiding. Once discovered, it would mean that a mere force of 2,000 men, not only divided in front of 7,000 enemies, but also captured one of them, was an absolutely dangerous situation.

Under normal circumstances, with Midi's military style, he would not have made such an action as if he was standing on a cliff.

However, it was precisely because it was an abnormal situation, and because he was facing an enemy nearly four times his own, that he knew that there was a huge risk in the Dao, but he still had to do it.

If you don't go off the rails with your sword, what will you do to achieve victory?

Midi is here to win, not to wait for his beloved lover to give him victory, so he not only chooses this risky approach, but also goes out himself.

And now, Midi's adventure has paid off in full.

Moreover, among his several predictions, the one that was most beneficial to his side turned out to come true - General Red Fox changed his previous conservative style and even started a night attack as soon as he set up camp.

No, this is not a really unexpected night attack, but most likely to start the rhythm of a long-term war of attrition.

However, did he know who was guarding the Elven Legion camp at the moment?

But the Witch of the Mist who is best at positional warfare!

The corners of Midi's mouth subconsciously raised a smile with nostalgia and pride.

And the next moment, a crow landed on his shoulder silently.

"Now?" said the crow, in a cold and pleasant voice that was different from the previous noise.

"Almost. Midi replied naturally, as if it were not the foolish bird that had gone off the string on his shoulder, but its owner.

In fact, this demon is indeed controlled by the Witch of the Mist twenty kilometers away, Robin's will is dormant in his body, and the witch's consciousness is watching everything here through the invisible summoning contract, through the crow's eyes and pointed beak. Not only does she control the crow's every move, but she is also able to make her voice hear, and she is also able to cast powerful enough magic.

Fina's magic bullet can hit more than a kilometer and a half, and this distance will continue to increase in the future.

But at this moment, Alice's magic can be directly used twenty kilometers away, even if Midi and the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry are not here, as long as the crow is there. And a little crow, who cares, who will beware?

From a tactical point of view, this is undoubtedly a greater level, and in the year 984 of the Arad calendar, in this still peaceful age, this still lazy country, it is a powerful means to be taken by surprise.

And it was precisely because he knew very well the strength of Alice's "all-out" that Midi had the confidence to surprise the enemy camp with three hundred horsemen.

"Twenty kilometers away, they're about halfway through it now, it's just the right time, let's start. Midi gave the order decisively.

"Good. The witch replied briefly.

It's weird to look at this guy from such a close angle. Through the crow's eyes, the witch had such a thought in her heart. However, Alice didn't think much of it when the big battle was imminent, and she quickly focused her attention.

Robin the Raven's small black body began to rush out with huge magic, its feathers were windless and automatic, its wings spread slightly, as if it was about to take off, but it still stopped on Midi's shoulder, using each feather to control the tide of magic that held up the body.

The next moment, in the silent moonlit night, fog rose.

The fog came silently, and soon, it filled the camp of the Red Flame Legion.

However, the fog did not attract much attention.

The Witch of the Fog didn't come up like when she fought with Midi and her party in the forest, and the fog was so thick that it was difficult to see even the five fingers that stretched out, and it was so thick that anyone would notice the abnormality in it, and then become alert, which was equivalent to destroying the sneak attack.

This time, the fog was relatively thin, and the visibility was about thirty meters in a firelit camp, which did not hinder movement. In addition, since the fog was also generated during the daytime pursuit, there was no fuss in the army, on the contrary, these soldiers from the territory of the Seth family thought that it was the climate inherent in the birch woodland.

And in the midst of this thin mist, the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry moved.

They were also cavalry, but completely different from the ironclad heavy cavalry of humans, the actions of the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry did not have any momentum to shake the mountains and rivers, on the contrary, they walked silently through the fog, like a breeze that left no trace after the blow. The claws of the Nightblade Leopard trampled on the hard winter soil without making a sound, and the big cats sped up like shadows everywhere in the fog.

A few hundred meters away, fleeting. Having lost a large number of scouts, the bright and dark sentinels of the Red Flame Legion are all understaffed, with huge loopholes, and this fog and haze have not been found at all, and the bloodthirsty fangs are already close at hand.

With a few soft sounds of bowstrings, the outermost sentinels were killed by a single blow, and before they could even sound the alarm, they fell to the ground.

Then, in a scattered but impactful formation, the Nightblade Panthers directly broke through the outermost defenses and rushed into the camp.

"Enemy attack!"

It was only at this moment that the alarm was finally sounded.

The whole camp was like a dragon awakened from its slumber, making a cacophony of sounds. The iron rules that had been laid down over the years made the centurions and the commanders of the thousand men not show panic, but tried to start gathering their troops and defending them at the first opportunity, and then find an opportunity to fight back.

However, this methodical response, which was methodical enough to make most of the night raids unsuccessful, completely collapsed under the onslaught of the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry.

"String strike!" Clastie, who rushed to the front and followed closely behind Midi, shouted with a cold expression.

Boom!

A series of dense blades sounded out of the sheath, and the cavalry finally used their biggest killing move, three hundred silver-white blades swirled and unfolded in mid-air, forming three blades, cutting through the cold air of the winter night, and dragging out a faint silver light mark in the mist.

The rapidly rotating blades emitted a buzzing sound, weaving a dense web of knives filled with the aura of death, like a sea of blooming white flowers. And in this sea of flowers, whether it is a sword, a shield, armor, or flesh, whatever it is, it is all torn to pieces.

Thirty meters is the distance at which the second weapon, the Spiral Blade, can be used to exert the greatest power for the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry, who are roaming archers.

At this distance, the Rotor Blade will increase from muzzle velocity to its maximum rotational speed, and therefore has the most destructive power.

At this distance, the cavalry was able to anticipate the target and deliver the most accurate advance strikes.

This is the distance that belongs to the Nightblade Panther Cavalry, and no one will be able to stop them.

And more importantly, at the very head of this cavalry team, in the position of the blade, is Midi Asrex.