Midi is a ghost swordsman, not a roaming gunner.

Even if he was a roaming gunman, he wouldn't be able to use a spinner blade. This is the special weapon of the Nightblade Panther Cavalry, and it takes years of training to be able to maneuver and hit targets well. Although Midi, who is a reborn, is well aware of the Nightblade Pantherans, it is from the commander's point of view, not from the standpoint of the wielder.

As a result, Midi is the only melee class on the team.

But he didn't let this slow down the pace of his attack, on the contrary, in a battle where he had to destroy as many enemies as quickly as possible, Midi was the one who rushed to the front.

Three hundred Nightblade Leopard Cavalry are all chasing him, and they have to be at full speed to keep up!

The elves' whirling blades are devastating, harvesting the lives of their enemies like straw, but Midi is even more terrifying, and the black-haired boy who rushes to the front is like breaking into a no-man's land, and his speed has not slowed down even a little bit!

Midi was in the lead, dressed in a black leather hunting suit, her black hair fluttering in the cold wind. What he held in his hand was not the usual lightsaber that pursued speed and flexibility, but a large sword forged of black iron. The sword was more than a man long, heavy and wide, and every swing of it caused a whimpering wind, and with each slash, it shattered the enemy in front of him, along with the sword and armor.

And the huge black panther with a pair of red fangs under Midi's crotch is also extremely powerful, and with a casual palm, it can easily lift off a heavy knight, and with a casual collision, it can knock a gap out of the battle formation. Its fur was cast of iron, making it almost invulnerable.

One man, one sword, one ride, unstoppable.

In an instant, the camp of the Red Flame Legion, which was already quite chaotic, was rushed out of a bloody opening, and the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry swarmed in from this opening, stabbing straight to the point.

"Follow my sword!" Midi shouted, the bloodtooth leopard under his crotch suddenly sped up.

With unparalleled speed and acceleration, the great sword in Midi's hand swept out of the air, and suddenly brought out a strong wind.

The shield array that had just been built by the knights of the Red Flame Legion was crushed in an instant, and the tower shield made of hard oak shattered into countless pieces and scattered in the air, and the soldiers supporting on both sides were even more carried by this huge blow, and they were slashed out of the air while spraying blood.

Without any pause, the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry rushed over again.

Very strong, very strong!

Klasty, who had been barely following Midi, once again felt incredible.

He was curious to see what this speedy and skillful lightsaber could do in this kind of cavalry battle, or was it just a command, or a morale boost by being on the front line?

But now, the answer is in front of you. Just as Midi tamed the bloodtooth leopard in an understatement, the uncontrollable greatsword in his hand fully exerted the sense of strength that broke the mountain with a single sword.

And, it brought about a real overwhelming crush.

It was only 300 horsemen, and in the large camp of 4,500 enemy garrisons, it could be surrounded at any time, and it could be in danger at any time. Obviously a mid-to-long-range Nightblade Leopard Cavalry, they must always control the distance from the enemy, and use the tactics of wandering and kiting.

But following Midi's back, he was able to charge forward like this, but he had the feeling of pressing the enemy down. No, this is not a feeling, it should be said, at the moment it is pressing the enemy to fight!

Fighting behind such a guy also seems to be a good option. Klasty couldn't help but think so.

The next moment, Midi's command sounded again: "Prepare to change formation, full fire!"

The charging formation, which had always been like a cavalry lance, changed abruptly at the sound of this order, the vanguard in the middle slowed down, the flanks on both flanks pressed with all their might, and the nightblade leopard cavalry moved forward without confusion in the haze, and changed formations in an orderly manner in the advance, and in an instant, it turned into a crescent moon, the two wings protruded, and the center contracted, obviously, to carry out an encirclement.

And the objects that Midi wants to surround are the magicians of the Red Flame Legion.

This is also the main purpose of this night attack - to annihilate the enemy group of mages.

The reason why the Red Flame Legion is called "Red Flame" is because there are so many elemental mages who are good at fire magic. There are several great mages above level 35 alone, and they also have a secret technique that can synergize with each other to increase the power and range of spells. This makes the Red Flame Legion's magical attacks extremely remarkable, with an unprecedented maximum range of nine hundred meters, far exceeding the longbow.

It is precisely by virtue of this advantage that in most battles, the Red Flame Legion can take the lead in grasping the advantage.

When Midditch attacked Yorkshire and asked Fina to launch a magic bullet attack, the Red Fox General's first instinct was to find Finah's location and then let the elemental mages use a wide range of magic to saturate the attack.

He did not think about the issue of range at all, but this was not an omission or conceit, but a very reasonable judgment. It's just that the opponent he met was Midi and the genius girl among the geniuses, so he had to go out of camp to chase after him.

But right now, the elves are not the queen of magic bullets, even the most powerful roaming archers, and the range of using the charging skill is only about two hundred and sixty meters.

Two hundred and sixty meters, against nine hundred meters, of course, there will be no chance of winning.

Fortunately, launching an attack of that level also requires various preconditions, and only a great mage above level 35 can do it. The effective attack distance of a mage of the Red Flame Legion is three hundred meters. But this is still a cut above the range of the elven army.

A range difference of forty meters, in an evenly matched confrontation, is already a factor that can bring victory, not to mention, it is still two thousand against seven thousand?

Ultra-long-distance large-scale magic bombardment, this is what Midi fears the most.

Therefore, he thought about it and finally planned a special marching route, which finally caused an "encounter" with the Red Flame Legion in the birch woodland, and then limited the firepower of the other party's proud elemental division through various woodland battles, and finally, by eliminating the scouts, he created such an opportunity for a surprise attack.

In the ubiquitous mist, the fluctuations in the magic power in the elementalists' bodies are particularly obvious, Alice has long pointed out the direction for Midi, and the Red Flame Legion is limited to the poor vision of the foggy day, although it can fight, but it cannot grasp the overall situation, and it is difficult to discern the real target of Midi's attack.

So, in this way, the elemental divisions, who had no time to make defensive preparations, were exposed to the whirling blades of three hundred nightblade leopard cavalry without the shields of knights and the protection of soldiers.

All the foreshadowing and layout is for tonight, in order to destroy the group of mages that the Red Flame Legion is proud of.

And now, that's the time.

"Kill!" Midi shouted.

With this sound, the black night sky was suddenly covered by a silver-white light wheel, the mist was suddenly torn apart by the cold blade, and the elemental masters of the Red Flame Legion became the targets of the blade. It was just a blink of an eye, with the sword light and sword shadow rising and falling, the whirling blade shuttling from time to time, and the severed limbs, blood, fallen flesh and painful and suppressed shouts weaved into a chaotic net.

The mages finally found themselves targeted, and they tried to fight back with the help of chanting spells when their companions were killed, only to find that the thirty-meter vision distance in the fog became a terrible obstacle.

Thirty meters, which is the distance at which the elves can exert the maximum power of the whirling blade, but it is too close for the mage who needs to chant.

It takes too much time to walk within 30 meters, spot the enemy, and start chanting. As if predicting this, the Nightblade Panther Cavalry, while manipulating the Twistblade to weave a web of death, would also take the time to shoot a cold arrow at the mages who came into view, making it impossible for them to chant at all.

Only wide-area attack magic can be effective, so mages have begun to use area spells regardless of the possibility of accidentally injuring allies.

Flame impact, thunder and fire, polar ice feast......

Pure white ice, red flames, and thunder and lightning falling from the sky suddenly turned this camp into a place of death in the midst of brilliant light and shadow.

However, after the spell was cast, the elementalists were puzzled to find that the power of the spell was at least twenty percent lower than usual.

The role of the Fog Demon is not only to obscure the vision, nor to strengthen the allies, but also to weaken the enemy's strength, and even extract the magic power from the magic used to strengthen itself, and the range magic is precisely the easiest to be absorbed by the Fog Demon.

As a result, the more range spells the mages cast, the stronger the Mist Demon will be, and the stronger the Mist Demon, the more magic power it will draw, and the greater the interference it will bring. Moreover, the Nightblade Leopard Cavalry were wearing leather armor with a certain amount of demonic resistance, and their movement speed was surprisingly high, so they could easily dodge attacks that could not be locked on, and had a certain precursor, such as area magic.

After a few rounds, instead of killing and injuring many enemies, the mages inflicted countless injuries on themselves, and further sank into the web of knives woven by the whirling blades, unable to form effective formations and counterattacks at all.

Every time the whirling blade flies, every nightblade leopard's pounce and bite, it takes a life. The mages of the Red Flame Legion, in the face of this raid, are decreasing their numbers at an unprecedented rate, and there is a tendency to be destroyed.

Right in their own big camp.

It was under the siege of three hundred night-bladed leopard cavalry.

"It can't go on like this!" a level 35 archmage shouted angrily, and then, desperately, he began to chant stronger area magic.

This magic is not meant to kill the enemy in front of you, but to break the game, so once it is cast, it will spread extremely wide, and even the fog demon will be greatly weakened.

The two mage apprentices understood, and immediately put an ice shield on the archmage at the same time, and stood on both sides at the same time, waiting for the magic to be completed.

However, the spell had just begun, and a black-haired boy with a man-long sword in his hand rode a huge leopard and rushed out of the mist like an arrow.

Ghost swordsman skill, mountain collapse strike.