Blade Dance

It has been ten days since I left Eclipse Village, but there is still a long night around.

Huge fluorescent mushrooms stand all around, one next to the other, growing in patches.Good for hiding, but also for ambushes.

Eclipse Village is located in the remote southeast corner of the swamp, and the villagers recently received a conscription order from the main city of Shattrath.The war is suddenly approaching, and the flames of war may soon reach the hometown.For a while, everyone was talking about the war.Conscription is not mandatory, and even if it were, no one would come to investigate in such a small place.

Vincent Lee joined a team of five and hurriedly embarked on the journey.

Dangerous along the way, the team encounters the stragglers of the Burning Legion from time to time, relying on the tacit understanding developed in a short period of time to overcome difficulties repeatedly.The frequent battles made the fledgling soldiers exhausted, and their marching speed was greatly slowed down, so that until now they have not seen any sight that indicates that they are about to enter the Hellfire Peninsula.To make matters worse, the unexpected delay also left them in the predicament of running out of food reserves.Eclipse Shadow Village is adjacent to Panya Lake, and the villagers make a living by fishing.Now that they are far away from the lake, and there are no good hunters in the team, searching for food has become a difficult task.

"Vincent!" A teammate shouted from behind, "Where are you going!"

"Go over there!"

Vincent pointed in a direction that he himself had no clue about.

"Looking for food!"

"Don't go far! Be safe!"

Vincent waved his hand casually.I really wish there was a spell that could remotely seal the target's mouth in an instant.Shouting in such a quiet jungle is undoubtedly saying to the enemy lurking in the dark, hey, I am here, come and hit me, I can't wait.

He reconfirmed that the two daggers were hanging on his waist, and walked towards the depths of the forest.

There was silence all around, and the originally thriving mushroom forest seemed to be dead under the shadow of the flames of war.Everything disappeared, even the most ferocious beasts were hidden.The only thing that can't hide is the plants. You can't uproot yourself and run away in a hurry by dragging your roots.But no one likes to eat only plants after a desperate fight.

He walked invisibly through the forest, feeling more and more desolate.After confirming that he couldn't be further away from the team, he planned to return empty-handed.

At this moment, the sound of fighting came from not far ahead.

The sharp blade pierced the air and made a rustling sound, followed by a very soft sound of falling to the ground.

Holding his breath, he clenched his dagger and walked quickly towards the source of the sound.

The two flame imps were lying on the ground, and they looked like corpses.Beside the corpse, a warrior was fighting a felguard.

It doesn't look like a fighter, it doesn't look like a fighter's weapon.The faint blue light danced in the night, piercing the darkness and leaving afterimages.A frightening force burst out from the light and shadow, and the two sharp blades repeatedly approached the opponent's vital point.The silver hair bathed in the moonlight, exuding pure brilliance.

Blood elves?He had never seen a blood elf like this before.His movements are agile and full of strength, step by step, defending the center and leading the attack.It's just that his weapon doesn't seem right in his hand, it's too big and heavy for him.Vincent had never seen such a weapon, maybe he had seen it in a book, but he couldn't remember it at the moment.The blood elves' movements stagnated from time to time, and they had to switch from attack to defense after a short battle.There were a few times when Vincent thought the weapon in his hand was about to fall off, and couldn't help but sweat for him.The demon guard immediately gained the upper hand, aggressively attacking, advancing step by step.The swords and lights crisscrossed, the momentum was like thunder, and the blood elves began to retreat again and again.

Vincent pulled out the dagger at his waist, bypassed the combatants, and sneaked behind the demon guard.

When the white blades intersected, there was a loud noise that was earth-shattering.The elf caught the downward slashing blade of the Felguard and half-kneeled on the ground due to the huge momentum.Where weapons compete with each other, there is full of tension.He struggled to resist the opponent's slowly lowering knife, and the sharp blade in his hand was forced to approach him.

Vincent raised the dagger and stabbed it into the back of the demon guard.

The demon let out a roar.The venom on the dagger seeped into the blood and spread to the whole body at an extremely fast speed.The blade that was originally pressed down was lifted up.The elf suddenly blocked the saber with force, then turned the weapon in his hand, and stabbed the demon's chest with precision.

The sharp blade brought out a gushing stream of blood.The demon guard grunted and fell limply to the ground.There was no obstacle between them, and Vincent finally saw the blood elf's face clearly.Silver hair, blue eyes, and a scabbed scar on his neck.

"Thank you," said the blood elf.

"You're welcome." The stalker tilted his head and smiled at him, knelt down and carefully wiped the blood on the dagger blade with the clothes on the corpse, "You also joined the army?"

"Hmm." A very light reply came from above.

Vincent wanted to ask why he was alone.But he hesitated a little, and finally said:

"Are you with us? The five-member team is going to report to Falcon Watch."

Vincent stood up, hung the shiny dagger back on his waist, and looked at the blood elf with a smile full of invitation.Light blue eyes, like a clear spring under the moonlight.

There is nothing under the water.

"it is good."

Vincent nodded, took him back along the way he came, and joined other team members.Along the way they had a simple conversation.what's your name?Harlan Anthenar.And you?Vincent Lee.How old are you? twenty two.Call me brother, I am 22.Where do you start from?Shattrath.Shattrath?Not in this direction?silence.Well, I started from Eclipse Village, and I am a villager there.Um……

After walking not far, Vincent suddenly stopped.

"correct."

He turned to look at the people following him.The blood elf also stopped, doubts appearing on his face.

"You'd better put your weapons away," Vincent looked into those blue eyes, "I can't guarantee how other people will react when they see them."

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The Felbats landed on the Atama Platform outside the Black Temple.Roy turned over and landed on the ground, reaching out to stroke Lixal's forehead to express his gratitude.

"Roy!"

The call from behind was loud enough.As soon as Roy turned around, he was hugged by the rushing people.The demon wings on the opponent's back just disappeared.

"Lu... Cass?"

Roy was in pain.The other party hugged him too tightly, strangling his arm and crushing the injury on his ribs, but he didn't say a word.So surprised that the pain doesn't matter at all.The person holding him buried his cheeks in his neck, desperately inhaling the smell of his body, his voice trembling. "Great," he said, "Rixar found you. It's really you."

He looked up, with a joy Roy had never seen on his face.

"Kane said Lixar was probably going to be in vain. I told him it was impossible, you must still be alive. I know you must be alive."

Roy looked at him in astonishment.

"Lucas? Didn't you already... Felix said you already..."

"No, I'm fine. Tina knocked me out," Lucas said angrily. "They were targeting you, so Tina spared my life. She has a little conscience." He still held on tight Roy's arm, eyes wandering over him, seeming to confirm that he was real and intact.

"Where did you go? I couldn't find you anywhere after I woke up. I know you're still alive, but I led people to search the Terokkar Forest, and even stayed at your house for five full days, but you didn't come back. "His voice was full of past sadness, and pain and happiness were intertwined on his face, "I thought you...would never come back."

Roy smiled bitterly, and then hugged him, holding the lost and recovered comrade tightly in his arms with considerable strength.A burst of sourness burned in his body, and Lucas' body trembled.Roy could feel his heart beating violently.

The fresh heartbeat turned out to be so powerful.

Lucas hugged him back, just as hard.

"I spent a week in Shattrath City."

"Shattrath City? How is it possible? The guards will let you in?"

"I was injured and unable to move, and was rescued back to Shattrath City." Roy let go of Lucas.

"Unbelievable." Lucas said, frowning. "Stupid, ignorant? Or kind enough to die? You know what people think of us. Who saved you?"

"No one." Roy laughed, his voice became distant, "I can't believe it either."

As if he suddenly remembered something, he turned his head and looked at the distant sky.That was the direction he had come all the way.The chaotic clouds in the sky are gradually dissipating, revealing the light of stars above the clouds.But they were quickly covered up again by clouds coming from elsewhere.Lucas stared at his profile, and a strange expression appeared on the captain's face.He looked at the distant sky motionless, but it seemed that he was looking at something farther than the sky.

"Gal..." Roy suddenly withdrew his gaze, with pain on his face.

"He didn't escape." Lucas said awkwardly, and then his anger exploded, "Those two traitors..."

"They are dead."

Lucas was taken aback, and looked behind Roy: "But you didn't bring back their war blades? Reclaim the war blades that lost their owners—whether they are companions or traitors—in order not to let them fall to others In your hand, this is the iron law of the Illidari. You will not forget, will you?"

"I didn't have time." Roy said, "I killed them in front of the Dark Portal, just in time for the Burning Legion to enter. I didn't expect the Legion to enter at that time."

"The Portal of Darkness?" Lucas frowned, lost in thought, "Why is it in such a place..."

"I want to see Gal," Roy said.

Lucas was interrupted and was a little dazed, but he immediately came back to his senses.

"it is good."

Mounds dot the wide, tranquil courtyard.A bouquet of fresh firefly moon flowers is placed in front of each grave.There are two war blades erected on it, with different shapes.That is the weapon used by the master before his death.They walked through the cemetery, looking, and stopped at one of the graves.The golden war blade shines brightly.

Roy squatted down and reached out to hold the handle of one of the war blades.

"Garl Goldhard." He stared at the two warblades and said word by word, "As a demon hunter, you are fearless in the face of danger, brave and good at fighting, and dedicated your life to the Illidari. As a teammate, you are with us Go through fire and water, with all your heart."

He paused, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke again.

"As your captain, I ran away and survived. But... I have sent the traitors to hell to pay for their sins. Your soul will rest in peace.

"May Elune be with you."

Lucas stood beside him, staring at Gall's warblade with him.

He suddenly said, "His death was not your fault. It was not our fault. Those two damn traitors, and the Burning Legion. Going to hell is a light punishment for them."

There was no expression on Roy's face.He shook the blade firmly, then let go and stood up.

"The dead are gone, so are the living. Garr did not deserve to die like this, but he never died in vain."

Roy turned to look at Lucas.His voice was steady and calm, and there was a trembling coldness between his brows.

For a moment, Lucas froze.

The captain is back.

He felt a maddening high.

"We will definitely eradicate the demon."

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On a sunny day, the blue sky is dotted with a few white clouds.From the distant harbor came the cries of seagulls, the shouts of sailors, and the lapping of the tide on the embankment.The bells of the cathedral ring, and the ancient and majestic human city begins a new day in such fine weather.The city guards, dressed in light armor, patrolled the various cities in an orderly manner.In the dwarf area, weapon shops opened one after another, and there was the clanging of iron and swords; the church square was as solemn and solemn as usual, and the gray-white Cathedral of Holy Light stood majestically in the center of the square; the mage area was quiet and quiet, with towering mages The towers, winding alleys, and the powerful magical power lurking in the air are daunting; the trading area in the center of the city must be the most lively, with a constant flow of people, presenting a scene of prosperity and prosperity.

However, in the Tempest Fortress in the old city, the atmosphere was strangely dignified.

"We decided to give up the first major general."

General Hammond Clay stood in front of the table, staring absently at the map that almost covered the entire round table.It was a map of Outland, on which the entire Hellfire Peninsula area was densely marked, almost crushing the table—water sources, arsenals, available strongholds, troop deployment, and some of the rudimentary battle plans .He raised his eyes and glanced at the figure sitting quietly opposite him.The top general of the Seventh Legion was lowering his head at this moment, staring blankly at the messy pile of parchment.

Hammond waited quietly.After a silence of no response, he decided to speak again.

"The archbishop thinks this is a trap of the Burning Legion." He pointed at the map, "The terrain of the Hellfire Peninsula is extremely unfavorable to us. Especially after passing through the Dark Portal, the bodies of the soldiers have not yet adapted to the twisting force." when."

Hammond withdrew his hand and leaned against the table.He looked at the admiral's lowered eyelids expressionlessly: "This is also the opinion of the majority. The Legion is nothing more than trying to lead us into Outland, and then start a war in an area that is beneficial to them. To us, this is no different from suicide. □□Major General and the lost branch of the Seventh Legion are important to you. I can understand your desire to send troops to fight to the death. But this is in the enemy's hands. Don't forget that most of our soldiers have not even set foot on the On the Blasted Lands. We have no hope of victory."

He paused, and added: "Besides, the Horde will inevitably sneak in when we go out. At that time, we will be caught in a dilemma."

The admiral moved his eyelids and raised his head.Hammond stared at him calmly.Years of wars in the South and North, against wind and rain, left indelible marks on the face of the aged general.But when he looked over with scrutiny, Hammond couldn't help but tense up, feeling the terrifying pressure with nowhere to hide.He cleared his throat, not to let himself look flinched and shaken.

"Therefore, instead of taking the remaining main force of the alliance to die, it is better to make due sacrifices, and we will do a good job of defending Azeroth."

"'Due sacrifice'?" Admiral □□ finally spoke, his deep voice could not hear the slightest emotion, "Is this your idea, or Benedictus's?"

Hammond raised his chin slightly, and said, "To be precise, it was the archbishop who first proposed it, and we all agree. Stormwind City Defense Force, Silver Hand, Iron Horse Brotherhood, Kul Tiras Navy, Arathor Alliance Army , and the Argent Crusade." He paused, "There is no better choice than this."

"What about the people of Outland?" The admiral's voice was aggressive, "Shall we abandon them too?"

"If we fight, Azeroth will be lost." Hammond showed no sign of weakness.

"There are also people from the Alliance in Outland. That's our line of defense. If Outland falls into the hands of the Legion, the resources of the entire area will be at their disposal. This will only make them stronger and make it easier to attack Azeroth."

"So we have to stay here and get ready for the battle." Hammond narrowed his eyes suddenly, "Admiral, with all due respect, please don't use your selfishness for war. We understand your grief for losing your son, but in During the war, Major General Hermann □□ is not your son, but a soldier."

Admiral □□ changed color suddenly, but quickly hid his emotions.Negotiations have reached an impasse.He looked away and stopped talking.Hammond also remained silent, staring at the map on the round table, as if he could directly see every move of the Burning Legion from the pile of papers.

This was never a negotiation in the first place.

At this moment, the general suddenly stood up.He walked to the window and cast his gaze out of the window.

Stormwind Keep is located on the top of the cliff in the north of the city, and you can have a panoramic view of the entire main city from here.At this time, Stormwind City was at the busiest time of the day, and the noisy voices of people in the central area of ​​the city and the sound of bustling cars and horses spread all the way to the Stormwind Fortress in the old city.These sounds have become a little hazy after long-distance transmission, as if covered with a layer of cloth, but the vigorous vitality in them has not faded in the slightest.

The admiral looked out of the window, and the sunlight outlined a dazzling golden border on his face.Then he turned and looked straight at Hammond, who was standing there.The pure golden light condensed on half of his body, unreservedly reflecting his expression.

That is unshakable firmness.

Hammond couldn't help clenching his fists.

The top general of the Seventh Legion stood at the window, behind him was the crystallization of the wisdom and strength of the alliance for tens of thousands of years.He said:

"Sworn to defend Azeroth."

① Blasted Lands: The entrance and exit of the Dark Portal in Azeroth is located in the Blasted Lands.

The author has something to say: Note: In the alliance, the human population is the majority and often dominates large-scale wars.