Blade Dance

In the dark and dark cell, there is no way to count the passage of time.I don't know how long I have been here, and I don't know how long I will stay here.People's patience was quickly exhausted by the torment of not seeing the light of day.There was a dispute not long ago, in such a small space.

At first it was just a conflict between two people, but due to the limitation of space, the punches and kicks of the fight kept hurting others.Seeing that the dispute between the two was about to turn into a brawl, Herman wanted to stand up and stop it.But because he didn't eat much, he is weak now, his throat is dry, and he can't speak when he opens his mouth.

Just as he was anxious, Lieutenant Colonel Fuller stood up and shouted at the fighters in a calm voice.The prestige of the leader has not been forgotten, and the noisy cell suddenly became quiet.

Herman followed the source of the sound and looked at the lieutenant colonel through the dim light.This general, who is over half a century old, not only has extraordinary courage in the face of danger, but after such a long torture, he still insists on maintaining a calmness that is almost impossible for ordinary people.

If he could speak out, he might not be convinced by the soldiers.

After the dispute was stopped, the cell once again fell into endless silence.

In the lifeless silence, it seemed that someone was tormented by a nightmare, crying unconsciously, and the miserable sobs seeped into everyone's ears.Negative emotions spread rapidly in a narrow space, and wherever they reach, people are thrown into the abyss of despair.

Herman tried his best to keep his consciousness clear, dragged his eyes, and caught the figure of the lieutenant colonel in a cohesive black shadow.Never has there been a greater need to draw hope from another human being.Even if it's just a nod, or an irresponsible comfort.If this were not the case, consciousness might soon dry up in despair.

There was a small sound in the darkness.

It's like hallucination.There was no way to immediately tell what the sounds were, but enough to tell they were anomalous.The dull senses were awakened, and Herman carefully discerned the source of the sound.

When he entered Hellfire Citadel before, he took note of the structure of the fort with his heart.The cells that imprison them at this moment should be connected to the outer city wall.What has always separated them from freedom is only a city wall.But he knew the thickness of the wall, even though it was not high.If someone wants to come to rescue, the best way is to climb over the city wall, and the second is to smash through the city gate.

Hermann sat against the wall all the time, and felt the sound coming from the wall behind him.A wave of shuddering excitement.The sound came and went, quickly weakened, and disappeared upwards.After a while, the wall behind him returned to deathly silence.

Not hallucinations.It cannot be an illusion.

Someone is climbing.

He tried his best to stay alert, his eyes firmly locked outside the dimly lit cell.It seemed that no one else noticed the difference. He squatted alone and guarded the hope that might not exist at all, and felt his heart beating more violently.There seemed to be waves rolling inside the internal organs, and the sound of breathing became heavy.

However, time seemed to stand still at this moment.What should have come, or what was impossible to come, were all stopped, and none of them appeared in the end.The tide of hope began to ebb, and there was no way to stem it.

Suddenly, he heard a voice.

It was the sound of falling to the ground, and the ground beneath him seemed to vibrate.

Herman felt his body froze with the noise.

The light outside the cell went out.

At this time, the people around also noticed the strangeness and quickly woke up.Even after suffering for a whole day, no one made a sound at this moment.The soldiers maintained their last sanity, held their breath tightly, and locked their eyes on the darkness outside.

Footsteps, inaudible, indeed footsteps.Approaching quickly.

More than one person.

Herman felt like he was losing control of his breathing.An inexplicable sense of oppression gripped his throat tightly.

The next moment, he saw the light.

Appeared almost instantly, staying outside the cell.It is not the fire that went out a moment ago, nor is it the skylight that has been longing for all this time, nor is it an illusion.

It was the lingling cold light emitted by the huge weapon.

The pure silver-like light slowly flows around the weapon, outlining the terrifying outline of the weapon.I don't know why, the moment I see such a weapon, I can think of the countless corpses that died under it, and hear the mournful howling of the dead echoing in my ears.Six weapons, in pairs, in different shapes.The frightening light spread in an extremely small range, not illuminating the face of the person holding the weapon.

Two of them moved slightly and approached the prison door.The silver light swept across the steel at an extremely fast speed, and the door lock snapped with a crisp sound.

"Herman □□." A low voice came from the darkness, "Go quickly."

Not a single person moved.

Herman clenched his fists tightly, staring at the two silver-white weapons.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound of earth shaking outside, the wall behind him shook violently, and powder and dust were scattered.The ground began to tremble more and more violently.From the outside of the wall came the sound of loud footsteps, the sound of charging, and the sound of weapons being handed over.The people in the cell became restless.In the darkness, someone seemed to stand up.The two weapons at the door quickly retreated to the side of the other four.The silver-white dim light surged rapidly.

At this moment, the chaotic and hazy voice suddenly became clear, coming from the end of the corridor.

The six weapons were raised at the same time, and the blades turned, all aligned in the direction they were walking along.

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Orson froze.

The army is still some distance away from Hellfire Citadel.In the distance, innumerable black figures climbed up the city wall at an extremely fast speed.On the top of the city wall, the sharp blade slays demons without the slightest lag.He seemed to hear the sound of the body being torn apart, bones breaking, and blood gushing out.The corpse fell from the city wall several feet high, like a tragic rain.

There is no sound during the whole process.In the silent thousands of miles of red land, even the breeze did not bring a sound.

There are no rallying horns, no shouts of orders, and no shouts to kill.Even the sound of a sharp knife piercing into a flesh and blood, and blood gurgling out is a reverie.The demons were terminated before they could make a sound, falling from the towering walls like empty skins to the ground.

Is it too late?

The shape is like a ghost, and the momentum is like a broken bamboo.

Is the captive dead?

A magic flame arrow shot towards the front at high altitude.

"attack--"

They headed for Hellfire Citadel.

It may be too late, and you will only see the dead bodies of the prisoners if you rush in, but...

Can't give up at this time.

At this moment, the Illidari were the real enemy.

"For the Alliance!"

"For the tribe!"

Orson ran towards the city wall amidst the crowd.High-spirited shouts sounded from everywhere, and they quickly joined together.He felt the blood all over his body boil.

"For the Horde!" he yelled.

"For the Alliance!"

The roar that followed was full of anger, and seemed to have the momentum to compete.Orson couldn't help but look for the source of the sound.

"For the coalition!"

"For Outland!"

Until everyone started shouting "For Outland", the slogan was finally unified.

The ground trembled beneath his feet, and fiery-red kali birds screeched and circled above.Orson looked at Megan Hilde who was running with him. Warlock's eyes were full of vigilance, but overflowing with uncontrollable excitement.As if sensing Orson's gaze, Megan turned her head, twitching the corners of her mouth, and gave him an encouraging smile.

The battering ram hit the city gate heavily, and the horn of the devil came from inside the gate.Everyone immediately became alert.The heavy hammer slammed into the city gate again and again amidst the shouts, and the morale of the garrison coalition forces that had been gathered for dozens of days was boiling at this moment.After more than a dozen impacts, the city gate burst open, and the soldiers of the coalition army rushed in, immediately fighting with the legion demons rushing out from inside.

Orson's team stayed outside the fortress, taking care of the demon soldiers pouring out of the city gate one by one.The hunter bent his bow and set his arrows, and the archery skills he had practiced for many days were at their maximum effectiveness at this time.Megan Hilde was always by his side, cooperating with him tacitly.

"Look over there!"

A succubus team suddenly rushed out of the city gate.The tough leather whip waved around, and quickly opened a path on the battlefield, followed by several ferocious magic dogs.The beaten body was ripped apart, accompanied by bursts of sharp laughter.

Meganhild held her staff high, pointing at a succubus charging in their direction.The tip of the staff burst out with light, and the succubus immediately showed a painful expression.She stopped and frantically searched the crowd, her eyes burning with anger.Soon, the succubus' gaze stayed on Meganhild's staff, and then moved to its owner.The next moment, she spread her wings and rushed over, the whip wrapped around the Warlock's wrist first, and tightened.Megan let out a cry of pain, blood oozes from his wrist, trembles non-stop, and the staff falls from his hand.The succubus stopped, grabbed the long whip and dragged the warlock to the ground.

"Megan!"

The succubus grinned, retracted its long whip, and raised it high at Meganhild's head.

A sharp arrow shot through her chest.Her smile froze for an instant.

Panting heavily, Orson put down his bow and arrow, ran towards Megansilde, and carefully helped her up.

"I am fine."

Megan picked up the staff and used his strength to stand up.She looked up at Orson, pain lingering in her brown eyes.But she forced a smile, indicating that she was safe and sound.Orson hadn't had time to say anything when he saw her gaze being drawn to her back, and then her eyes widened.Orson frowned, turned his head and followed her gaze to look behind him.

On the towering city wall, black shadows stood on the edge.The demon hunters didn't move at all, they just stood scattered on the city wall, looking down at the battlefield below.Like black-feathered crows, and like a nameless god standing by and watching.They don't look like they have the slightest intention of going to war.

Is the captive dead?Why don't they retreat?

If the captives are still alive, they...

Orson withdrew his gaze and looked at Megan Hilde suspiciously.Megan looked back at him with the same expression.

"You think they..."

"Whoosh" came from behind.Orson turned his head abruptly.

A fel iron arrow shot to the top of the wall, piercing the target's throat.Everything happened in the blink of an eye, a demon hunter fell from a height.

There were exclamations of excitement around, and a small team close to the city wall quickly dispersed.The corpse hit the ground heavily, its limbs twisted in a strange way.The arrow was pushed out by the hard ground, and blood was oozing from the blood hole in the corpse's throat.The weapon in his hand was still glowing.

"No." Megan murmured behind her.

In an instant, dozens of black figures swooped down from the towering city wall.The huge demon wings spread out in the air, covering the sky and the sun, shrouding the people on the ground in shadow.All the coalition soldiers stood still, looking up at the magnificent scene.

The next moment, a huge weapon rushed down faster than its owner, splitting the hunter who had shot the magic iron arrow in half from his shoulder.After a few seconds of blankness, screams erupted from all around.Orson stared wide-eyed at the bloody corpse, and suddenly someone grabbed his arm and pulled him, and he staggered and was dragged to run.A black figure descended from the sky, and the weapon in his hand slashed neatly into the brown-red ground where he was standing just now.

"Orson!"

Megan gripped his arm tightly as if to crush the bones.Orson watched her as if waking up from a dream.The sounds of fighting, screaming, and the scenes of swords clashing and blood splattering all around suddenly dimmed.He stared into Meganhild's brown eyes and felt unspeakable emotions welling up in him.

He took her hand and squeezed it tightly.

After looking at each other briefly, they let go of each other and turned their backs.Arrows and staffs are aimed at Demon Hunters and Legionnaires respectively.