Chapter Fifty-One: Night of the Hunt

  A heavy sword, a heavy steed, a heavy blow.

  Just as the name of the skill suggests, this blow seems to really have the momentum of splitting a mountain, and even magic users who don't understand sword techniques can see its power and don't dare to resist it.

  That 35-level great magician, although of a high level and wearing two ice shields, had always been well-protected by the knights and played the role of a heavy artillery, but when had he ever personally stood on the front line to face those flashing knives and swords, the forest of guns and rain of bullets?

  The sword had not yet arrived, and the great magician was already flustered. He hastily cancelled the incantation of the spell and replaced it with an instant movement, wanting to pull open a distance. However, in Mide's eyes, the intention of this obviously not very skilled one-on-one combat mage, how could he not see it?

  Midi, still in mid-air, immediately sprang up and used the Bloodtooth Leopard itself as a pivot point, then leaped again, accelerating for the second time!

  The great magician's instant teleportation spell was finally completed, the sword slashed down, stirring up a gust of wind, but it seemed to have fallen empty, only smashing out an extremely deep crack on the ground and triggering a small earthquake.

  However, the great magician who reappeared tens of meters away had a look of horror on his face, because the double-layered ice shield on him had shattered.

  Is it just being wiped once and having such power?

  The great magician couldn't even imagine what he would turn into if he was hit head-on.

  Midy, emerging from the splashing gravel and smoke, was like a killing god to him and his two apprentices. The large sword stained with various bloodstains looked even more terrifying. This fear caused their consciousness to pause for a moment.

  However, Mide's attack did not stop at all, and he immediately jumped onto the Bloodtooth Leopard that had just landed, charging again. This time, the great magician was finally unable to escape and could only harden his defense.

  The great magician quickly chanted a word, and a hard wall made of ice crystals suddenly rose from the ground - Magician Skill, Ice Wall.

  But it's useless.

  Midi's sword flashed by, and the wall shattered.

  The great magician's forehead was sweating profusely, at this point, he could only cast the most basic of skills, magic bullet.

  Midi swung his sword again, directly shattering the small blue light ball that was shot at him.

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

  The giant sword, which had already drunk countless fresh blood tonight, was raised high, and for an instant, it seemed to absorb even the light around it, its outline crystal clear. Then, without any hesitation, it slashed down, cutting the great magician in two, the cut surface a blur of flesh and blood, with fresh blood gushing out.

  "Second." Midei silently counted the number in his heart.

  Originally the vanguard of the entire corps, he had always been at the forefront. But now, when the Night Blade Leopard Cavalrymen finally caught up with the magicians and began to enter a dense attacking rhythm, Midee did not choose to join in on this battle.

  The Nightblade Prowler profession is essentially a variant of the roaming archer, capable of using spinning blades and also able to use bows and crossbows. Against these elementalist wearing robes with almost zero defense, a single arrow can silently pierce through the ice shield and pin into their heart, without requiring too much movement throughout the entire process.

  Since there is such an efficient way of fighting, why does Midei still need to approach and kill with a heavy sword every time?

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

  For example, hunting those 900-meter-range level-35 great mages.

  A 35-level great magician, in normal circumstances, for a ghost swordsman who is a close combat profession, it's already quite troublesome to get close, not to mention the opponent's extremely long attack distance, just the countless heavy knights guarding around are enough to be overwhelming.

  But today, tonight, at this moment, the Scarlet Flame Legion, which was caught off guard and failed to grasp the tactics of Midie, can be said to be in a state of complete chaos, with no targeted defense whatsoever. The knights did not arrive in time to support the mages. And the mist-shrouded thirty-meter range of visibility greatly limited the long-range magic that these elementalists took pride in, with higher-level spells being weakened even more severely.

  If not now, when?

  "In the direction of four o'clock, approximately three hundred and twenty meters away from you, there is a great magician."

  At some point, the black crow had landed on Middy's shoulder again and accurately pointed out a new direction.

  "Fog Demon's 'Night Feast' envelops everywhere, the fog witch's precise judgment is unmatched, and Middy's left arm has a strong and mysterious ghostly sense of magic. These great magicians with distinctly different internal magical fluctuations are fundamentally shapeless."

  No matter where he was or even if he had cast various concealment spells to erase his presence, Alice could always give Mid the most accurate coordinates.

  Shaking off the fresh blood on his great sword, Midy didn't care about the two fleeing magic apprentices at all. He immediately mounted the Bloodtoothed Snow Leopard and sped towards a new hunting ground.

  "How's it going on your end?" Middy asked along the way.

  "It's fine, I'm just dragging them along." The Fog Witch's reply was very brief.

  However, with Mide's meticulousness and understanding of Alice, he completely understood the meaning of this sentence - not "delaying time", but "dragging them", which means that the 1,700 elf warriors under the command of the Fog Witch are suppressing the attacking 2,500-strong Crimson Flame Legion.

  Indeed very powerful.

  To know, the current Fog Witch is not only on defense, she also disperses her consciousness into the Crow Demon, constantly giving orders to the Fog Demon, and through the fluctuations of magic power, points out the direction of the prey for Mide.

  With one mind and two uses, on the two battlefields twenty kilometers apart, still effortlessly suppressing the famous Red Flame Legion, this is no longer ordinary strength, but unimaginable power.

  Even with the experience of his past life, even though he clearly knew that Mei Di would have no problem reaching this point once she got serious, the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but curve up into a smile.

  The person you like is getting stronger, of course it's worth being happy and even proud.

  It was almost imaginable that General Red Fox would be furious upon learning of the attack on his headquarters, and would be at a loss for what to do after discovering the difficulties of advancing or retreating. In fact, General Red Fox, Joseph Pott, was not only at a loss for what to do, but had turned pale with rage.

  According to the emergency report from Magic Communication, Mide Aethersirex, who the Seth family wanted to kill with one heart, is leading the Night Blade Leopard Cavalry in person and rampaging through the main camp.

  So, who is commanding in the fairy army's camp at this moment?

  So many messy monsters, where did they come from after all?

  The General Fox thought for half a day but still couldn't get an answer.

  At the same time, the black-haired girl who was confronting the famous general of the Kingdom of Bellmard was quietly floating in mid-air, under the protection of a pure black curtain, calmly observing every detail on the battlefield, and then giving one instruction after another in an orderly manner.

  The dark shadow "Dark Cloak" was like a dark cloud, blocking the clear moonlight in the sky above the battlefield, swallowing the twinkling starlight, leaving only a deep darkness over the head of General Red Fox. From time to time, large clusters of darkness would fall from this dark cloud like rainwater, dripping onto the bustling battlefield, causing the group of Red Flame soldiers to lose their target and direction, allowing the elves' bows and arrows and knives to attack recklessly.

  The demonic vines ravage the ground, constantly entwining around the enemy's legs and feet, or striking with sharp tips from below to deliver a fatal blow. The demonic flowers sit atop the central camp, like a cannon tower, shooting various spores towards the most densely populated areas of the enemy on the battlefield.

  And the true mainstay of the middle flow - the Spirit Army - is even more fanatical at this moment. Originally, replacing the commander-in-chief in an army was absolutely unwise, but who replaced Midee? Eris Otterpop, the real master of the forest.

  In fact, compared to Midia who established her prestige through a series of victories and leading by example in the short term, Eris's prestige was much higher. Although they were an army of elves who looked down on humans with disdain, there wasn't a single person among them who doubted the orders of the Fog Witch. On the contrary, every elf was wholeheartedly carrying out her commands, to the point where it could be said that their morale had reached its peak.

  In the face of such a mixed army with a large number of unheard-of summoned beasts and extremely high morale, the difference of 800 people can't bring any advantage at all. On the contrary, the elves' night vision ability and the various controls of the Night Demon "Dark Shadow Cloak" made it impossible for the Red Flame Army, which was extremely strong in combat power, to exert its due level in a night battle environment.

  Originally came for a night raid, came to consume the enemy's strength and energy, but now, even with General Akako personally sitting in town, this army can only be defended passively.

  While the Night Raid Corps, which had split from the Crimson Lotus, was painfully beaten and slowly retreating, Mei had already cleared out more than half of the area.

  "Fourth one..." Midei counted again.

  The Blood-toothed Leopard crouched beside him, its ears perked up in alertness, majestic and awe-inspiring.

  In front of this one-man-one-leopard, a great magician stared with wide eyes, his eyes filled with horror, and his whole body was deeply buried in the ground, his flesh and blood blurred. Except for his head, he was almost completely crushed, apparently the masterpiece of the black-haired youth's large sword - within three minutes of the encounter battle, this great magician had not even had time to chant a high-level magic spell, like a fly, he was directly slapped to death by Mi Di with quick and swift strikes.

  Obviously, the Pyromancers who were accustomed to fighting in legions really had no experience with this kind of one-on-one combat that required quick thinking and didn't allow for any mistakes, completely underestimating their opponent.

  This is the fourth person Midy has killed, and there are only six 35-level mages in the entire Flame Legion. If he kills two more, the threat of high-level tactical magic can be completely eliminated.

  Midi didn't have the audacity to want to take out all the great mages at once, but he didn't mind killing a few more within a controllable range. Now that General Akako was being held back, there was apparently still time to spare.

  "At nine o'clock direction, 530 meters away, and at twelve o'clock direction, 460 meters away, there is one great magician each. However, some guards have already gathered around them. The one at nine o'clock has a hundred-man squad of great swordsmen beside him. The one in the twelve o'clock direction has two hundred-man squads, heavy cavalry and axe throwers."

  It seems like I can only take out the guy in the nine o'clock direction.

  Mi Di thought so and rode on the Blood Tooth Leopard, ready to move forward.

  But the next moment, Bloodtooth Leopard lowered its center of gravity, tensed up its body, and let out a low growl from its throat. A pair of eyes gleaming with icy gloom stared towards the other end of the mist.