Blade Dance

Chapter 15

Lucas watched the melee scene in the distance, and couldn't help but clenched the war blade in his hand.

The Illidari fought with the garrison.This is unexpected.The battle-hardened demon hunters would have slashed their foes invincibly, but the combined forces were far outnumbered.The tiger was surrounded by wolves.Under attack from all sides, it is difficult to predict the outcome.

Without hesitation, Lucas charged into the fighting crowd, parrying a human paladin's killing blow for a wounded companion.Roy also joined the fight.He targeted the Legion Demons mingling with the crowd, and deliberately avoided engaging the Allied soldiers.

The war blade swept across at an extremely fast speed, beheading a demon guard.Pillars of blood gushed out, and heat rushed to his face.The air smelled of demons, and Lucas frowned in disgust.Suddenly, vines covered with thorns appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around his arms.Points pierced through the armor one by one, piercing into the flesh, and there was an immediate soreness in the arm.But this little pain was nothing, he searched around, and soon saw a druid not far away staring at him.He spun the warblade in his hand, cut off the vines neatly, and rushed towards the druid.But he didn't take a few steps, and new, thicker branches and leaves emerged from the barren soil, wrapped around his legs in an instant, and climbed up to his upper body with teeth and claws.Things started to get a little tricky. He turned the blade and was about to clean up the vines on his legs when a heart-piercing cry came from ahead.At the same time, the rapidly climbing vines on his body suddenly stopped, withered, and then turned into dust and fell.

The thrown war blade returned to Roy's hand.The druid knelt on the ground clutching a broken arm, blood poured out from the smooth cut-off surface, staining the ground dark red.

Lucas had no time to care about the wound on his arm, turned around and ran towards Roy.Roy was already fighting the succubus, and he was also injured.There was a burn on the lower back, as if from a spell.There was a welt mark on the right arm that was torn apart.When Lucas ran to him, his war blade had just sliced ​​across the succubus' neck.The sharp blade brought out a string of blood beads and splashed on his face.

"Are you okay?" Lucas asked him.

After finally having a moment of respite, they need to discuss their strategy and at least understand the current situation.But Roy didn't answer, just stared in a certain direction, as if stunned.Lucas followed his gaze.On the right front, a draenei soldier wearing heavy armor is looking at this side, the silver armor is covered with dust and blood.He was out of breath, holding a huge long sword in his hand, with blood stains on it, showing a murderous look.

"Is that 'Muramasa'..."

Roy didn't seem to hear, staring at the draenei soldier motionlessly.After a while, Draenei killed another flame imp, and then looked at them again.Then, he suddenly widened his eyes and stared directly at him, with a furious expression on his dirt-smeared face.

"It's you!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his long sword and rushed towards Roy.

"Unthankful beast!"

Roy didn't move.

Lucas went forward without thinking, and raised the double blades in his hands with the momentum of thunder, as if he was bound to cut off Draenei's long sword.The white blades collided together, and there was a loud noise that was earth-shattering.The long sword dropped out of his hand in response, drew an arc in the air, and then fell to the ground behind the master.

"Lucas! Stop it!"

The war blade aimed at the chest and pierced straight into the heart.

Delaney's body froze for an instant, his face was full of shock and anger.He lowered his head and stared at the half of the sharp blade on his chest, from where the blood overflowed and stained his armor red.

Lucas pulled out the blade, bringing out a stream of blood.Delaney fell.

The next moment, a sharp arrow shot from the right rear, leaving a bloodstain on his face.

Subconsciously, he sprinted backwards with the blade in his hand, rushing towards the target, but he didn't expect Roy to run over to block him, with a hint of anger on his face.Lucas looked at him without flinching, and anger ignited in his heart.

"Step aside."

Another arrow feather shot, and Roy blocked the arrow with a backhand, still in front of Lucas.

"Get out of the way, I won't say it a third time."

At this moment, there was a loud bang like an explosion from the direction of the gate of the city wall, followed by a roar that shook the ground.That voice drowned out everything else at once.Hellfire, as high as the city wall, sprang up from the ashes, trampling the ground frantically.A crowd turned upside down at the gate of the city, and people quickly fled in all directions.From the city gate behind Hellfire, legion demons poured out, Doom Guard, Eredar, Morg, countless evil flame imps... and the abyss lord behind them.Like a black mist and miasma engulfing the living beings, wherever the devil reaches, flames are raging to the sky.The shrill screams, helpless cries, and the neighing of birds and beasts spread across the smoky battlefield for a while.Flames wrapped around people's legs and gnawed at the wings of demon hunters.Everyone started to retreat.

In the blink of an eye, the situation has changed drastically, and Lucas felt a gust of ice water pouring into his blood.The anger that had just ignited quickly extinguished.

"Roy..."

"retreat."

"We've been tricked." Lucas looked angrily at the scene of defeat in front of him, "The Legion asked us to fight with the coalition forces and reap the benefits of the fisherman."

He said, "We talked about avoiding a fight with the coalition, and now we're fighting. Don't you see the problem? The Soul Eater is right, she expected it. The Alliance and the Horde never intended to trust us."

Roy smiled.

Lucas stared at him blankly, feeling an indescribable bewilderment.

How many times is this?His expression is incomprehensible.The smile was bitter and sad, full of disappointment, and lost.

Obviously should be angry.

The Illidari never depended on others for their survival.what are you looking forward to

What have you lost?

The smile is fleeting.

"Go, retreat first."

The black wings spread out, beating the wind.Lucas followed him closely.

In the field of vision, the surroundings are in chaos.Fortunately, they are leaving this melee at a respectable pace.In the distance, the legions pressed in overwhelmingly, chasing and killing the fleeing soldiers.The garrison allied forces threw away their helmets and armor, and fled desperately.The demon hunters looked better. They spread their wings and rushed towards Zangarmarsh with the wounded.

Lucas followed closely behind Roy, and would soon catch up with the large Illidari troops ahead.

At this moment, a sharp arrow passed by his left side and shot straight into Roy's shoulder.

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Although it was his first time joining the army, Vincent knew what it meant to be on the front line.Bear the brunt, the most dangerous place.There must be no distraction for a moment when shooting openly and secretly, otherwise you will immediately become a dead soul under the knife.

Even though he was ready, after seeing the scene in front of him, he still felt a tightness in his heart.

Falcon Watch is not far from Hellfire Citadel, and from here you can vaguely see billowing gunpowder smoke rising from the direction of the fort.And the sentry post in front of him was in a mess.Countless wounded, mottled blood, broken and broken swords, soldiers running around, screaming and cursing, screaming and sighing.Two soldiers hurried past carrying a stretcher.The wounded person above had lost consciousness, there was a shocking wound on his ribs, the bleeding had already stained half of his body red, and was still bubbling out along with the bumps.

The first battle has been fought and is over.

The druids and shamans in the team rushed into the chaotic scene one after another to participate in the treatment, and other team members also started to act.Vincent followed Harlan and ran towards the man with the rib injury.

"Stop the bleeding first!"

"Damn it! Take it easy!"

"Sorry, that can't be done. Please let me."

Harlan pushed away the frantic people, took the first aid bandage and cleaned the wound.

"Help him up."

Vincent carefully lifted the upper body of the wounded according to his words.Harlan wrapped a smooth bandage around the wound and fixed it.Vincent looked at his quick and agile movements, and there was no panic on his calm face, as if he had long been accustomed to such wounds.

"This is only temporary." Harlan helped Vincent put the wounded down. "We need a priest, or a paladin." He looked up at a sweaty orc stalker.

"Okay, I'll go find it." The stalker ran away.

People fell silent.

Vincent looked up, and the only remaining troll hunter was looking at the wounded on the stretcher with a solemn expression. He was also covered in a mess, with plasma splashed all over his body, whether it was from the enemy or from his teammates. His legs were covered with fine sword wounds and welts.The same thing happened to the orc just now, the clothes on the right side of his body were burnt to pieces.However, no matter what kind of wound it was, it was not as terrifying as the wound on the ribs of the unconscious person.The blood hadn't completely stopped, at this moment it seeped out through the layers of tightly wrapped bandages, and a bright red fainted on the beige bandages, which continued to spread.

Harlan stared intently at the trail of blood.That kind of gaze seemed to open the already open wound deeper.

At this time, the troll hunter seemed to suddenly remember something, and looked up at them.

"thank you all."

Vincent moved the corner of his mouth and returned a friendly smile.

"Thank you for your help."

"Anyway, thanks to your help. It will take time for the bandages to take effect, and priests and the like should be here soon." He glanced into the distance, "He will be fine... Which team are you in?"

"We have just arrived here and have not yet entered the establishment."

The hunter was stunned: "Aren't you from Shattrath City?"

"Zangarmarsh, Eclipse Village." Vincent glanced at Harlan unnoticed, and then looked back, "I received a conscription order from the main city not long ago."

The hunter nodded thoughtfully.

"It's amazing. Most of the main cities are forced to recruit soldiers, and there are quite a few people who don't want to join the army. I didn't expect that there would be people from other places who would come forward and join the army voluntarily."

Vincent laughed awkwardly: "No matter what, we are all residents of Outland. Besides, if the Burning Legion marches inland from Hellfire Peninsula, Zangarmarsh will be the first to bear the brunt."

The hunter also smiled, apologetically: "That's right."

He suddenly said: "However, it may be a good thing that you missed the battle just now."

"What do you mean? Why do you say that? Did you just... plan to attack the city?"

"Yes. To be precise, to rescue the captive, Major General of the Alliance Iron Army."

"Alliance..."

"That's right, we don't want to either. But there's no way, that person is very important." The hunter frowned and pressed his temples with his fingers, "I thought it wouldn't be too difficult a battle, but in the end... people saved It came out, but the price was too high."

"Did you underestimate the strength of the legion?"

"No, it's a demon hunter."

Harlan looked up abruptly.Vincent glanced to the side calmly again, and then showed a surprised expression to the hunter.

"The Illidari? How are they here?"

Hunter's expression changed.

"This group of mindless killing machines, they want to kill the captives. We rushed here day and night, but they were still ahead of us. Fortunately, we moved quickly and finally saved people before they did. come out."

"So..." Vincent's eyes fell on the wounded lying on the ground, "Is this caused by the demon hunter?"

"Look around, there are terrible things. Their weapons," the hunter said with a look of lingering fear, "I have never seen such terrible weapons. I don't want to see such weapons again."

He digested his fear, and then chuckled: "But we also killed many of them. Even though they are 'demon' hunters, they are just mortal bodies in the final analysis, and they still go in with white swords and come out with red swords."

"They're demon hunters, not demons."

A cold voice came from the side.Hunter froze.Vincent's eyes turned to Harlan, who was staring at the hunter expressionlessly, his face was a little pale, but his blue eyes were beating with cold anger.The hunter frowned, looking at the blood elf who didn't know what offended him inexplicably.

Vincent quickly looked back, and continued in a half-joking tone: "So, the whole battle has been transformed into a battlefield between the coalition forces and the Illidari, borrowing the territory of the Burning Legion?"

"No, not long after we fought the demon hunters, the legion rushed out. We couldn't defend at all, so we had to retreat to the guard post. Fortunately, the captives have been rescued."

Vincent nodded.

He probably understood what was going on, but couldn't be sure.The intentions of the Illidari, the plan of the garrison coalition, and what role the Legion plays... It is difficult to fathom because too little is known.

The truth... is no longer important in the face of life and death.

He didn't know about demon hunters, and he didn't plan to, he just knew they weren't enemies.They share the same roots as the Alliance and the Horde, and have no reason to be enemies.

"What's next?" Vincent asked.

The hunter looked at the wounded on the ground: "You can't stay here for long. The superior ordered you to take a short break before heading back to Shattrath City. At present, the most..."

"Harlan?"

His words were interrupted, and Vincent turned his head following the sound, causing a troll hunter to stand not far away and watch them.A thick bandage was wrapped around his left leg, a bow was carried on his back, and a long sword was unnaturally held in his hand.He was limping over, followed by a giant magician.The warlock didn't look injured, but just stared at the person in front of him, his eyes full of worry.

"Harlan!" The hunter walked over quickly after seeing them clearly, "You're fine!"

Harlan stood up.

"Orson?"

Orson walked up to him step by step, stretched out his hand without a sword to hug him stiffly, and pulled him into his arms.His shoulders trembled a little.

"I thought you met the legion. I asked everywhere but couldn't find you." Orson was a little incoherent, "I complained to Joanna before that you left without saying goodbye. I'm so stupid. You should leave early and go to Eze Russ took refuge."

Harlan hugged him back, reaching out to stroke his back.Orson let go of him, and Harlan grinned bitterly.

"Whoever can guarantee Azeroth is safer," he said.

"Anyway, at least this guard post is safe now." Orson glanced at the fortress in the distance, "But it won't be safe for long. Are you... are you here to join the army?"

"Well," Harlan glanced at Vincent, "I met a friend who was traveling with me on the road, so we came together. It's just that we arrived not long ago, and we can only help the wounded."

"It's a good thing."

Harlan frowned, looked down at his legs: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay. It's not a serious injury, and it should recover soon."

Harlan nodded reassuringly, his eyes fell on the long sword in his hand.

"Is this 'Muramasa'?" Harlan raised his head and looked at Orson suspiciously, "Isn't this the sword of Guard Captain Restalaan?"

Orson felt as if he had been hit hard by something.He hissed: "Not the captain of the guard. He is the commander of the garrison coalition."

Harlan was stunned for a moment, and then realized: "Then his..."

"Why did you save that demon hunter?" Orson lowered his voice.

Harlan froze.Orson stared at him closely, as if he wanted to penetrate him with his eyes and explore the deepest part of his heart.

"Orson..."

"Those lunatics, they..." Orson's lips began to tremble, his expression contorted with anger, "They killed many of us. They killed Commander Restalan."

Harlan stared at him with wide eyes, as if suddenly strangled by the throat.

"It's not..."

"I saw it with my own eyes."

There was a piercing screech from above.A fiery red kali bird flapped its wings and landed on Orson's shoulder.Harlan took a step back.

Orson clenched the long sword in his hand, his finger knuckles turned white: "They are killing machines, I told you a long time ago. They bleed the blood of demons, and they are no different from legionnaires. No, at least the legion did not intend to kill captive."

Anger blazed in his dark eyes.Vincent stood beside Harlan without saying a word, watching the expression on his face become stiff under the troll's glare, and his face became paler.

"Orson."

Harlan's voice was almost begging.He is getting smaller and smaller.No face raised his head, unable to refute.

There was a tense silence, and he finally just said the name.

"Harlan," Orson's anger faded.He stared into the blood elf's eyes, his tone full of biting coldness.

"Sometimes I can't understand your thoughts, and you don't seem to want me to understand."

Harlan seemed to be stabbed in the abdomen by a sharp knife, and his face twitched, showing a hurt expression.

"But I'm here to tell you," Orson stared coldly at those sad eyes, "I don't care what you thought at the beginning, or what you would do if you encountered such a situation again, from now on, the Illidari Do not live with us."

He said: "I will definitely avenge the dead soldiers."