Blade Dance

Chapter 12

Gusts of wind came in through the gaps in the walls, and shuttled between the bodies of people who were next to each other.

There was no light from outside in the dark cell, only the torches on the stone wall at the far end of the corridor gave off a faint light, and when it hit this end, there was very little left.In the small space, everyone's face was hidden in the darkness, and there seemed to be no breath of life in the silence.

After entering Hellfire Citadel, the Legionnaires threw them in like sacks, closed the cell door, locked the chains, and never cared more.For a long and silent period that followed, the captives lived in emptiness and despair.At first, there were occasional sighs, and then even the sound of breathing became inaudible.The few times there were footsteps approaching, and then unidentifiable food was thrown on the ground like garbage, which immediately caused a rush of looting.The people sitting on the outside stuck themselves tightly to the iron railings, stuck into the gap, stretched their arms desperately, and stuffed them into their mouths as soon as they grabbed the food, as if they were afraid of being snatched away by others.

It may not be long before people start killing each other.No, if this continues, they may not even have the strength to shake their fists.

Victor Fuller turned his gaze to the figure sitting in the corner.After the young man came in, he didn't drink a drop of water, and he barely moved.The lieutenant colonel could only see his vaguely undulating shoulders through the faint light, and he could tell that he was still alive.That young and handsome face was probably haggard by now.

He couldn't figure out what the major general was thinking—if the other party was still thinking at this moment.From the moment he realized that he underestimated the enemy and fell into a trap, the young man fell into a state of mind that no one could touch, and he remained silent from beginning to end.

There was no resistance, no submission, no timidity and no apprehension.

Is it as a general who is not afraid in the face of danger?Or have you given up hope, numb and abandoned yourself?

He had thought about killing the major general before he was captured, and then he would follow.He knew that this fledgling young man could not have the courage and determination to kill himself.However, seeing this person whom he had guarded and followed for many years, from a child who was ignorant of the world, to a general who could lead an army in battle, that face that was still full of justice and vigor amidst the flames of the sky, he missed the moment of hesitation in his heart Chance.

Now I can only pray that there is something that can break the endless darkness and silence at this moment, whether it is death or survival, and liberate this young man from the silence of isolation from the world.

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Herman □ knew clearly that the alliance would not come to rescue him.

The Burning Legion may have wanted to use him to lure the Alliance into Outland, but they clearly overestimated his status.

No, even if it was the top general of the Seventh Legion who was captured, the Alliance would choose to turn a blind eye.He had no way of knowing the thoughts of other army commanders, but he knew what choice his father would make—sacrifice.

Should he kill himself at the northern watchtower?make a prompt decision.That way it can't be used to threaten anyone.But... when he thought that if he took the lead in begging for death, all the soldiers accompanying him would also die together, and his heart began to waver.

Just surrendering and being captured without resistance, only a dozen or so people were left in the small cell in front of the original team of a hundred people.

Outland has a defensive alliance composed of the Alliance and the Horde.Although the strength of the army is not clear, judging from the main city of Shattrath, which is still flourishing under the threat of the legion, they should have the ability to defend themselves, and perhaps still have the ability to carry out rescue.

Outland and... the Illidari.

He couldn't be sure how the Illidari would react, and he only prayed that if he was lucky enough to be rescued, the first thing he saw would be the soldiers defending the alliance.

However, in this dark day and night, hope is like the fine sand in the hands flowing away from the fingers, no matter how tight the ten fingers are, there is no way to grasp it.In the end, there was only a trickle left, and it dissipated in the wind when you spread your palm a little.

Knowing that hope is getting slimmer, but helpless.He felt himself falling.

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Vincent immediately stood up.Harlan on the side put down the marsh tooth ray, quickly put away the short knife, got up and trotted back to the camp where the team was temporarily stationed.The team members checked their weapons in silence.Vincent felt a shuddering tension.He pulled out two daggers, confirmed that the blades had been soaked in poison, then hesitated, took out a medicine bottle from his luggage and applied it again until the white blade soaked in the poison gave off a frightening cold light.

He looked up and glanced around, and the team members all looked dignified.Harlan was holding the dagger and checking it over and over again, his fingertips lightly stroking the blade, as if to confirm that it was sharp enough.He retracted the dagger into its sheath, and reached out to touch the weapons on his back, as if those two unfit weapons that had not been used for a long time could give him a sense of security.

everything's ready.The team members nodded to each other and marched forward in the night.

The Burning Legion is mainly active in Hellfire Peninsula.Therefore, the closer to the peninsula, the more dangerous it is.Once the whereabouts of any legion are found, they must seize the initiative in the shortest possible time and preemptively strike, otherwise they will be reduced to lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Led by the druid and the shaman, the team slowly moved towards the destination.

The surrounding tall and dense fluorescent mushroom forests gradually become low and sparse.The night dissipated at an extremely slow speed, the blue sky above gradually changed to dark purple, and the dazzling stars and moon seemed to be dyed with a layer of purple mist.The ground under his feet was faintly brownish red, and the rich and moist soil began to mix with rough and dry sand and stones.The few water pools that can be counted seem to be so muddy that they are about to be sucked up by the surrounding sand.Passing through the sparse mushroom forest, one can vaguely see an open flat land ahead.The air smelled of blood and embers.People take their steps lightly and slow down.Vincent entered a stealth state.Not far away, Harlan reached out to hold the dagger at his waist.The team walked through the forest and arrived at the edge of the plain after a while.Vincent saw the scene in front of him clearly.

It was an eerie mess he had never seen before.

There were countless corpses scattered across the open ground in front of him, none of them were complete.Lumps were scattered everywhere, some still oozing blood, staining the surrounding soil and puddles red, emitting a disgusting stench.Vincent could only vaguely make out the flame imp, the demon guard, and the remaining limbs of the succubus.They twist in weird ways.Shattered or broken weapons mingled with the bones, some fragments burning with the green flames of the Legion.The ghostly firelight illuminates the hideous wreckage everywhere, like hell on earth.

People held their breath tightly and stood frozen in place.In the deathly silence, no one moved forward for a long time.Vincent felt that his clothes were soaked in sweat, and the cold temperature seeped into his blood through his skin. If he didn't move, his whole body would be frozen.

At this time, the druid on the side quietly transformed into a lion and entered a state of invisibility, then bypassed the wreckage, and crawled along the edge of the flat ground to the mushroom forest in front of the right.

The others seemed to have been awakened suddenly, and began to move forward one after another.Warlocks, warriors and shamans followed the druids towards the low mushroom forest, Vincent walked into the messy clearing, and Harlan followed behind him.Everyone clenched the weapons in their hands, and unconsciously walked lightly, walking on thin ice, as if they were afraid of disturbing the ghosts of the dead.

Vincent stopped before a pile of unrecognizable wreckage.Harlan drew his dagger beside him and poked at the fragments with the tip, trying to see what creature it belonged to.Vincent broke out of the stealth state and showed his figure, his eyes followed the tip of his sword into the depths of the wreckage.

"So tragic. Who did it?"

"I don't know. Judging by the dryness of the blood, the battle didn't end for long."

Vincent frowned and knelt down in front of the wreckage.

Although it was a demon that was slaughtered, such a tragedy showed that the other side of the battle was brutal and powerful.Even if it is not an enemy, it is enough to make people fearful.

He dipped a pool of muddy blood with his fingers, and put it in front of his eyes to distinguish carefully.

"Don't touch it." Seeing that he was about to put his fingers close to his mouth and nose, Harlan blurted out, "Be careful."

Vincent was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his head to look at him.

"These are not demon blood," said the stalker.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's the blood of night elves with evil powers."

Harlan froze.

"What do you mean?"

At this time, hurried footsteps came from the direction of the mushroom forest in front of the right.Vincent's gaze immediately turned to the source of the sound, and the necromancer was running towards them.

He flew in front of the two of them, reached out and grabbed the arm of Harlan who was closer, and used his strength to stand firm.He took a breath, with treacherous panic and excitement intertwined in his expression.

"Go and have a look." The warlock's eyes moved back and forth between Vincent and Harlan, "The druid found three other corpses in the mushroom forest over there, they should be demon hunters."

The dagger in Harlan's hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Vincent looked at him suspiciously, only to see the blood elf staring at the warlock with wide eyes, his muscles tensed.

The next moment, he turned and ran.

"Harlan!"

He didn't hear it.

The necromancer was stunned, his face full of surprise.Vincent stood up without hesitation and ran in the same direction, trying to catch up with Harlan.The wind rustled in my ears, and the warlock shouted from behind.Can't hear clearly.

They ran into the mushroom forest without stopping, and Vincent followed Harlan to search around.The sound of heavy breathing wafted through the quiet forest.Harlan's steps were irregular.He didn't know the target and searched indiscriminately.But the bushes were low and the view was great, and Vincent soon saw his teammates.In the hazy fluorescent light, they stood around a group of black shadows.Harlan stopped so suddenly that Vincent almost ran into him.He looked over Harlan's shoulder and his eyes widened.

It was three figures stacked on top of each other.A blood-stained war blade pierced through their bodies, nailing the three corpses firmly to the ground.

Harlan quickly resumed walking.His back was tense, his whole body was stiff, and every step he took seemed to be with all his might.After seeing them, the team members backed away a little to make room.Eric didn't seem to have recovered from the shock.The shaman and druid looked serious, obviously thinking.The air was filled with the smell of blood, and on the ground in front of him, the blood pool formed by the three people's blood was still slowly expanding, reflecting a crimson gleam.Vincent stepped back involuntarily, keeping his toes away from the edge of the pool of blood.The three corpses were facing up, their facial features distorted.Where the eyes are, there are two bloody black holes, and the bright red liquid draws terrifying patterns on the cheeks.A blood elf and two night elves, two of them held war blades in their hands, their arms drooped, pain and death did not let them let go of their fingers.

He felt a tightness in his chest and looked away.Harlan on the side seemed strange from just now.He was already standing with half of one foot in the pool of blood, but he didn't seem to notice it. He just looked at the scene in front of him motionlessly, as if he was forcing himself to see the corpses clearly.His gaze moved with difficulty, as if glued to the corpse.Surrounded by deathly silence, Vincent could not hear his breathing.

Rogue looks around for teammates.The astonishment on the orc warrior's face gradually faded and turned into bewilderment.The shaman's eyes fell to the ground, and he didn't look at the corpse again.In the frozen silence, the Druid showed a hesitant expression, as if planning to speak.

At this moment, Harlan suddenly fell to his knees in a pool of blood.

Vincent turned his head suddenly, only to see the blood elf trembling all over, his back arched, and his fingers were deeply buried in the pool of blood.

"Harlan?"

Vincent crouched down, then froze.The scene in front of him terrified him.Harlan's hands were covered in blood.He clenched one hand into a fist and pressed it tightly against his chest, as if he wanted to crush the flesh and bones.His eyes were wide open, staring into the void, breathing hard as if there was no oxygen around.The air sucked in cut his throat like a sharp knife, and the sharp breathing sound escaped from his throat bit by bit.

"Harlan!"

He can't hear.

Vincent also knelt on the ground and reached out to grab Harlan's shoulders.

"Harlan!" he yelled.

Harlan began to choke, his shoulders trembling.

Suddenly, he grabbed Vincent's hand tightly, as if grasping a life-saving straw.He turned his head to look at Vincent, his face was pale and sweat was streaming down his temples.Vincent's face was reflected in the blank blue eyes.Others looked at them, and someone vaguely said "what's the matter with him", but no one came.Yes, don't come here.Vulnerability breaks at the touch of a button.Vincent felt the pain coming from his hands, and his fingers were extremely cold and cold.His own heart was beating wildly.Because of fear, and worry.He had never seen Harlan like this.

He is always calm and indifferent, even if his emotions are revealed, he will quickly restrain himself.He had never seen such pain on Harlan's face.

"What's the matter? What's the matter with you?"

Harlan didn't seem to hear, but just stared at him blankly, his eyes were broken, and he wandered around.Vincent waited patiently, reaching out to stroke his back.Harlan was no longer trembling, and his breathing was becoming even.

"What's wrong with you?" Vincent asked him again, his voice full of tenderness.Whatever it is, just say it.As long as it can be said, it is not serious.It can also be relieved.

However, as if hallucinating, a vague voice came from Harlan's throat.The hoarse and distorted voice, fragmented syllables, were squeezed out bit by bit, and drifted into the air before being passed on to the other party.

"what?"

Vincent moved closer to him, putting his ear to his lips.

"where is he?"