Heavy sword, heavy mount, heavy blow.

Just like the name of the skill, this blow seemed to be really wrapped in the momentum of splitting the mountains, and even magicians who knew nothing about sword skills saw its power and did not dare to brush its edge at all.

Although the level 35 great magician is very high-level and has two ice shields on his body, he has been well protected by the knights for a long time, and he has always played the role of a heavy battery, and he has never personally stood on the front line to face those swords, swords, and bullets.

Before the sword arrived, the great magician was already panicking, and he hurriedly canceled the chanting of the incantation, and replaced it with an instantaneous movement, wanting to distance himself. However, in Midi's eyes, how could he not see the intentions of this magician who was obviously not very good at one-on-one combat?

Midi, who was still in the air, immediately got up, and actually used the Bloodtooth Leopard itself as a fulcrum, and then made a leap and accelerated twice!

The Grand Mage's teleportation spell was finally completed at this time, and the sword slashed down, setting off a gust of wind, but it seemed to fall into the air, only smashing an extremely deep crack in the ground and causing a small earthquake.

However, the Great Magician who reappeared dozens of meters away was terrified, because the double ice shield on his body had been shattered.

Just being rubbed once, has this kind of power?

The Great Magician couldn't imagine what would have become of him if he had been hit head-on.

Emerging from the splatters of rubble and smoke, Midi looked to him and his two apprentices like a god-killer. And the big sword, which was stained with all kinds of blood, looked even more thrilling. This fear made their consciousness suddenly break a beat.

However, Midi's attack did not stop at all, and after missing the blow, he immediately flew and stepped on the bloodtooth leopard that had just landed, and rushed over again, and this time, the great magician finally had no time to escape, so he could only resist hard.

The Great Mage quickly pronounced a word, and a hard wall of ice suddenly rose from the ground - Mage Skill, Ice Wall.

But it didn't work.

Midi swept through with a sword, shattering the wall.

Cold sweat broke out on the Great Magician's forehead, and at this time, he could only use the most basic skill, the Magic Missile.

Midi swept through with another sword, directly shattering the small blue ball of light that shot at it.

The distance between the hunter and the prey has finally become zero.

The great sword, which had already drunk countless blood tonight, was raised high, as if it was about to absorb the light for a moment, and its outline was extremely clear, and then, without any pause, it slashed down, directly splitting the great magician in two, the flesh and blood at the fracture were blurred, and blood gushed out.

"The second. Midi silently counted the numbers in her mind.

Originally, as the vanguard of the entire army, he has always rushed to the forefront. But at this moment, when the Nightblade Panther Cavalry finally caught the mages and began to enter the dense rhythm of attack, Midi did not choose to join in this kind of battle.

The profession of Nightblade Leopard Cavalry is essentially a variant of roaming archers, they can use the spiral blade, of course, they can also use bows and crossbows, in the face of these elementals wearing robes and almost zero defense, a magic breaking arrow can silently penetrate the ice shield, and then nail into their hearts, and the whole process, there is not much movement.

If there is such an efficient way of fighting, why would Midi approach again and again and slash with a heavy sword?

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

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

A level 35 great mage, in normal times, for a ghost swordsman who is a melee profession, it takes a lot of trouble to get close, not to mention the opponent's ultra-long attack distance, just the countless heavy knight guards around it are enough.

But today, tonight, at this moment, the Red Flame Legion, which was caught off guard and couldn't understand Midi's tactical target, could be said to be completely chaotic, there was no targeted defense at all, and the knights did not rush to the magician's side in time. And the thirty-meter field of vision brought by the fog greatly limits the long-range magic that these elementals are proud of, and the higher the level, the more severely weakened they are.

If you don't kill now, when will you wait?

"At four o'clock, about three hundred and twenty meters away from you, there is a great magician. ”

At some point, the pitch-black crow had stopped on Midi's shoulder again, and then pointed in a new direction with precision.

The fog demon's "Night Feast" is shrouded everywhere, the fog witch's incomparably accurate judgment, and the powerful and mysterious ghost god on Midi's left arm also has a keen sense of magic.

No matter where she is, or even chanting all sorts of magic to hide her body and eliminate her breath, Alice can give the most accurate coordinates of Midi.

Shaking off the blood from the greatsword, not caring about the two magic apprentices who had escaped, Midi immediately harnessed the blood-toothed leopard under his crotch and quickly ran towards the new hunting ground.

"How's that happening to you?" Midi asked as she walked along.

"It's okay, it's dragging them. The Witch of the Mist's answer was very succinct.

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

It's really tough.

You must know that the current Fog Witch is not only defending, but at the same time, she also scatters her consciousness to the Crow Demon, constantly giving instructions to the Fog Demon, and through the fluctuation of magic power, she points out the location of the prey for Midi.

Focusing on two battlefields twenty kilometers apart, it is still more than enough to suppress the famous Red Flame Legion, which is no longer ordinarily strong, but unimaginably strong.

Even with the experience of the previous life, even if he knew that once the Witch of the Fog of the Dao Dao became serious, it would not be a problem to do this at all, the corners of Midi's mouth couldn't help but smile upward.

The person who likes it and cares about it becomes strong, and of course it is worth being happy and even proud.

He could almost imagine the Red Fox General's furious outburst after learning that the base camp had been attacked, and his anxiety after discovering the dilemma. In fact, the Red Fox General Potter Joseph was not only anxious at the moment, but his face was extremely pale.

According to an emergency report in the magical communication, Midi Asrex, whom the Seth family was bent on killing, was personally leading the Nightblade Panther Cavalry on a rampage through the base camp.

So, who is commanding the camp of the elven army at this moment?

Where did so many messy monsters come from?

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

At the same time, the black-haired girl who confronted the famous general of the Duchy of Belmar was quietly suspended in mid-air, protected by a pure black curtain, calmly observing every detail of the battlefield, and then methodically giving instructions one after another.

The Night Demon "Cloak of Shadows" was like a dark cloud, obscuring the cold moonlight over the battlefield and swallowing away the starlight, leaving only a deep darkness above the Red Fox General's head. Every now and then, large clouds of darkness would fall like rain from the clouds and drip onto the crowded battlefield, depriving hordes of Red Flame soldiers of their aim and direction, and allowing elven bows, arrows, swords and spears to attack with impunity.

The vines of the Demon World wreak havoc on the surface, entangling the legs and feet of their foes or delivering a fatal blow from the bottom up with their sharp tips. The Flower of the Demon World sits in the center of the camp, like a turret, shooting all kinds of spores at the most dense areas of the battlefield.

And the real mainstay - the elven army - is not to mention the fanaticism at the moment. Originally, it would have been unwise for an army to change its commander in the middle of the process, but who was it that replaced Medi?Alice Otroboth, the true master of the forest.

In fact, Alice's prestige is much higher than that of Midi, who has built up her prestige in a short period of time by relying on victory after victory and leading by example. It is obviously an elven army that is too arrogant to take humans seriously, but among them, not even one of them has doubts about the orders of the Witch of the Mist, on the contrary, every elf is wholeheartedly carrying out the order, even if it is not an exaggeration to say that the morale is at its peak.

In front of such a high-morale army mixed with a large number of unheard-of summoned beasts, the gap of eight hundred people could not 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" made the Red Flame Legion, which was extremely combative, unable to play its due level in the night battle environment.

Originally, it came for a night attack, in order to consume the opponent's strength and energy, but now, even with the Red Fox General in charge, this army can only defend passively.

And when the night attack troops separated from the Red Flame Legion were painfully beaten and slowly retreated, Midi's side had already cleared most of the field.

"Fourth ......" Midi counted again.

The blood-toothed leopard crouched aside, vigilantly pricking up its ears, majestic.

In front of this person and a leopard, a great magician had wide open eyes, with fear in his eyes, and the whole person was deep in the ground, covered in flesh and blood. Except for his head, almost his entire body was shattered, apparently the masterpiece of the great sword in the hands of the black-haired boy - in just three minutes of encounter, the great magician had not had time to chant a high-level magic, like a fly, and was directly slapped to death by the fast midi.

Obviously, the Red Flame Mages, who are accustomed to legion combat, are really completely inexperienced in this kind of one-on-one combat that requires their brains to spin quickly and cannot reveal any flaws, and they are completely cheap to their opponents.

Right now, this is the fourth person hunted by Midi, and there are only six level 35 archmages in the entire Red Flame Legion, as long as two more are killed, then the threat of high-level tactical magic can be completely eliminated.

Midi wasn't so greedy as to really want to kill all the great mages at once, however, he didn't mind killing a few more within his control, and now that the Red Fox General was being held back, it was clear that there was still time left.

"At nine o'clock, at a distance of five hundred and thirty meters, at twelve o'clock, at a distance of four hundred and sixty meters, there is a great magician each. However, some guards had already gathered around them, and at nine o'clock there was a hundred-man team by their side, the Great Swordsman. At twelve o'clock there were two hundred-man teams, heavy knights and axe-throwers. The Witch of the Mist gave her instructions at the right time.

At best, it looks like we'll be able to take out the guy at nine o'clock.

Midi thought so, and the Bloodtooth Leopard was about to move forward.

But the next moment, the bloodtooth leopard lowered its center of gravity, tightened its body, let out a low roar in its throat, and looked at the other side of the mist with a pair of eyes that shimmered with a cold glow.