Chapter 49: Blade of Dark Night

  Three hundred Night Blade Leopard Cavalrymen were hidden right under the eyelids of the Scarlet Flame Legion.

  Night Blade Leopard, these ferocious beasts are quietly lurking in the grass, their green eyes staring at the Red Flame Army camp just a few hundred meters away, as if they were about to embark on a bloody hunt.

  The elves held their breath, completely adhering to the back of their mounts, and carefully avoided letting the blade reflect the already dim starlight. At this moment, the rider and mount were as if they had merged into one body.

  At this time, the seasoned warriors will adjust their mentality and make themselves as calm as still water, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

  However, Krastei, the 30-year-old captain of the Night Blade Leopard Cavalry, who was the only elf qualified to participate in the Elf Elder Council and raise questions, couldn't suppress his astonishment at this moment.

  For in front of him, half-hidden in a thicket, was Medea herself.

  Not only was he there, but also riding a Nightblade Jaguar.

  And it was a leopard named "Blood Fang" with the worst and most bloodthirsty temperament that even he couldn't tame.

  A human Ghost Swordsmen, how is this possible? The proud and arrogant Krastibeth was at a loss, to know that even the Leipaw tribe, who had been dealing with leopards day in and day out, could only successfully capture the Night Blade Leopard and form a bond with it in a few cases, otherwise, the Leipaw tribe's cavalry wouldn't have only three hundred men.

  But Midee, the newly appointed young commander, was only two days after setting up the battle plan, and then asked the elves to provide a night blade leopard for him to use.

  That night, the Blade Leopard was a war horse? Krastyi snorted at Mide's request and with an attitude of watching a good show, waved his hand and sent out the most ferocious Blood Tooth.

  But nothing happened, and Midei directly rode on, just like riding a horse, and then began to arrange the next tactic. The blood tooth that made countless elf riders feel terrified was as obedient as a kitten.

  It wasn't until now that Krashti finally remembered that this seventeen-year-old boy was a character who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the legendary Fog Witch.

  Will he lead us to victory this time? Or will the warriors of the five tribes all be buried here, becoming the eternal sinners and enemies of the Elf tribe?

  Looking at the vague outline in the distance, Krasite speculated in her heart.

  But he didn't know that Midee had never thought of failure. As a reborn person who could predict the future to some extent, with rich experience and unshakeable will, what he pursued was only one thing - victory!

  And it is still the common victory that everyone can survive.

  So, Midei would come up with such a battle plan - personally lead the team and launch a surprise night attack on the Red Flame Legion to maximize casualties!

  As for how to implement it, and how to hide such a conspicuous force, it's also simple - since they've killed off a large number of scouts along the way, the area that the Red Flame Army can control has naturally become fragmented, from an iron wall with no gaps to a broken wooden fence.

  It's not difficult to find a hiding spot in such a leaky reconnaissance network and hide 300 elves who are extremely familiar with the forest, as well as 300 night blade leopards that are naturally close to nature.

  Of course, this also contains no small risk.

  On the ever-changing battlefield, nothing is 100% guaranteed. Even Middy couldn't guarantee that the Red Flame Army's scouts wouldn't stumble upon the hidden Night Blade Leopard Cavalry. Once discovered, it would mean that the 2,000-strong army not only split its forces in front of 7,000 enemies but also had one of its branches caught, an absolutely perilous situation.

  Normally, with Mide's style of using troops, he wouldn't have taken such a risky action as if standing on the edge of a cliff.

  However, it was precisely because of the abnormal situation and facing nearly four times as many enemies as his own side that he knew there was a huge risk, yet still had to do so.

  If it's not a sword that walks on the edge, and an army that advances with danger, what can be used to gain victory? Is it just Fina's magic bullets and Eris' summoned demons?

  Midi came to win the victory, not waiting for his beloved lover to give him a victory, so he chose this risky approach and took the initiative to attack.

  And now Middy's adventure has been fully rewarded.

  And, of his several predictions, the one most advantageous to their side actually came true - General Red Fox, changing from his previous conservative style, began a night raid as soon as he had set up camp.

  No, this doesn't count as a truly unexpected night raid; it's probably just the start of a long-term war of attrition.

  But does he know who is now stationed in the camp of the Elf Legion?

  But that Fog Witch who excels at territorial battles!

  The corners of Mi Di's mouth involuntarily curled up into a smile filled with nostalgia and pride.

  The next moment, a raven landed silently on his shoulder.

  "Shall we begin?" said the crow in a voice that was unusually calm and pleasant compared to its usual raucous tone.

  "That's about it." Mitty replied quite naturally, as if the bird on his shoulder wasn't that crazy loose bird, but its owner.

  In fact, this only made the crow truly be manipulated by the Fog Witch twenty kilometers away. Robin's will was dormant in his body, and the witch's consciousness looked at everything here through the invisible summoning contract, through the eyes and beak of the crow. She not only controlled the crow's every move but also could make her own voice heard and even cast powerful magic.

  Fina's magic bullet can hit a distance of over one and a half kilometers, and in the future, this distance will continue to increase.

  But at this moment, Alice's magic can be directly displayed twenty kilometers away. Even if Middy and the Night Blade Leopard Cavalry are not here, as long as that crow is present. And a small crow, who would care about it, who would guard against it?

  From a tactical standpoint, this is undoubtedly a higher level, and in the peaceful era of Arad 984, this still peaceful and lazy country, this is even more unexpected powerful means.

  It was precisely because he was very clear about Alice's "all-out" strength that Mide had the confidence to lead three hundred riders to launch a surprise attack on the enemy's large camp.

  "They've covered about half of the 20-kilometer journey so far. It's just the right time, let's start." Midi gave a decisive order.

  "Good." The witch replied briefly.

  Looking at this guy from such a close angle, it feels really strange. Through the eyes of the crow, however, a cold thought suddenly arose in the witch's heart. But with the great war imminent, Alice didn't think much about it and soon focused her attention.

  On Robin's small black body, a huge magical power began to surge outwards. Its feathers rustled without wind, its wings slightly spread open, as if it was about to take off, yet still perched on Middy's shoulder, using every single feather to control the tide of magic that lifted up its body.

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

  The fog came silently and quickly spread throughout the camp of the Scarlet Flame Legion.

  However, this thick fog did not attract much attention from people.

  The Fog Witch didn't make the fog as thick as when she was fighting with Midy and others in the forest, where even stretching out her five fingers was hard to see. If it were that dense, anyone would notice something was off and become vigilant, which would rather ruin the surprise attack.

  This time, the fog was relatively thin, with visibility of about 30 meters in the camp with firelight, which would not hinder movement. In addition, since fog had also been produced during the daytime pursuit, there was no great surprise or alarm in the army, and on the contrary, these soldiers from the Sais family's territory thought this was the natural climate of the Silver Birch Forest.

  In this thin mist, the Night Blade Leopard Cavalry moved.

  Also cavalry, but unlike the iron-clad heavy cavalry of humans, the Night Blade Leopard Cavalry's movements did not have any earth-shaking momentum. On the contrary, they moved silently and quietly through the fog, as if a gentle breeze that left no trace after passing by. The Night Blade Leopards' paws stepped on the hard ground in winter without making any sound, these big cats accelerated their gallop, like shadows that were everywhere in the fog.

  A few hundred meters away, it was fleeting. Having lost a large number of scouts, the Red Flame Army's sentries were all short-handed and had huge loopholes. With this fog, they didn't discover at all that the bloodthirsty Fang Teeth were already within arm's reach.

  With a few soft sounds of bowstrings, the outermost sentries were all shot dead, without even issuing an alarm, and fell to the ground.

  Then the Night Blade Leopard Cavalry, in a scattered but still impactful formation, directly broke through the outermost defense and charged into the camp.

  "Enemy attack!"

  It wasn't until now that the alarm finally went off.

  The entire camp was like a giant dragon awakened from its slumber, emitting a loud noise. The iron rules established over the years made the centurions and chiliarchs not show any panic, but instead tried to start gathering troops in the first time, defend themselves, and then find opportunities to counterattack.

  However, this orderly response that was sufficient to repel most night raids was completely collapsed under the assault of the Night Blade Leopard Cavalry.

  "String Strike!" Charging at the forefront, Krastyi, who was closely following Medy, shouted in a cold tone.

  Clang! Clang! Clang!

  A string of dense sword blades rang out, the cavalry finally used their most powerful killing move, three hundred silver-white blades rotated and flew out, unfolding in mid-air to form a triple-leaf blade, cutting through the icy cold air on winter nights, leaving behind a trail of faintly visible silver light marks in the fog.

  The rapidly spinning blades emitted a humming vibration, weaving a dense web of knives filled with the breath of death, like a blooming white flower sea. And in this flower sea, whether it was a sword, shield, armor, or flesh and blood, everything was torn to shreds.

  Thirty meters, for the Night Blade Leopard Riders whose main job is to roam with a bow, is the distance at which their second weapon "Rotating Blade" can exert its maximum power.

  At this distance, the rotor will accelerate from its initial speed to its maximum rotational speed, thus also possessing the greatest destructive power.

  At this distance, cavalrymen were able to anticipate the actions of their targets and deliver the most accurate pre-emptive strikes.

  This is the range of Night Blade Leopard Cavalry, no one can stop them.

  And more importantly, at the very front of this cavalry unit, in the position of vanguard, was Mideater Axerex.