Blade Dance

The author has something to say: meeting is difficult

Harlan put his hand on the hilt of the short knife and looked towards the door.The door was wide open, and Roy was standing there, also staring at him.No one moved.Everything is frozen in this moment.If it weren't for the dancing flames, Harlan would really think that time had stood still, just like the bronze dragon king Nozdormu's ability to manipulate time.They stared at each other in the frozen night, as if trying to pull their souls out of each other's eyes.The eyes met, but in Harlan's view, it was always a one-way line that never returned.He realized that his eyes and expressions were displayed in front of Roy's eyes without omission - like taking off his clothes and dismantling his body parts, and displaying them one by one on the table - and he could only vaguely judge that the other party was a little surprised.He resented this exposed, vulnerable feeling.

That damn cloth belt.

Surprise was inevitable, but they soon fell into a silence that had nothing to do with surprise.And there was a long silence.

What should I say?What should I do?

Still say nothing, do nothing.

The dim light cast Harlan's shadow on the wall behind him.The night wind swayed the figure slightly, perhaps it was an imaginary picture, at that moment, the shadow seemed to have a soul.

There was a long silence, but not out of surprise or strangeness.Roy was waiting for him to speak?So what is he waiting for?Harlan regretted it more and more.He felt the muscles in his face twitch slightly.He glared at Roy, almost viciously.This must have been seen by the other party.

But if not, it will definitely be exposed.

He was startled when he heard himself speak suddenly.

"Why are you here?" he asked, then marveled at the tone of his tone.

Roy didn't seem to expect that he would speak like this, and it was in this sentence and in such a tone.In short he was silent for some time before answering.

"Should I ask you?"

"I thought you weren't coming back."

"I rarely come back," Roy said, "but this is my home, and I will definitely come back."

Harlan froze, then nodded mechanically.He subconsciously retracted his gaze and looked around again.Although the yard outside was overgrown with weeds, the inside of the house was spotless.He looked at the photo frame, the light was still dim and blurry, but he already had a vague idea of ​​what was on it.

Conversation paused.Harlan felt a twinge of embarrassment.

I don't know what else to say.It was as if my thoughts had been disconnected from just now, and I couldn't connect with words no matter what.He couldn't think, and everything he'd said so far had been blurted out without careful consideration.

"Are you going to attack me?" Roy said.

Harlan was taken aback.Roy raised his jaw and pointed to his hand holding the dagger.Harlan let go of his hand like an electric shock.

"Sorry for trespassing," he said.

"Every time we meet we just say sorry to each other?"

There was anger in Roy's tone.unknown reason.Harlan looked at him.

"Why are you here?" he babbled.

"I thought you wouldn't be here, so..." Harlan felt impatient, "It's my fault anyway, I'm leaving now."

As he said that, he walked towards the door, but Roy was stuck there, with no intention of getting out of the way.

He stopped in front of Roy, raised his head and looked at the position of the other's eyes.This was the first time he approached Roy proactively like this, approaching the source of the pressure.It's like holding a torch against the wind, reaching the place closest to the eye of the wind.

He smelled of bandages.

"Please take what happened today as an accident. I won't come again."

Harlan hesitated, then said, "I don't think we'll see each other again," and waited.

Roy didn't speak, just stared at him.The moonlight shone on his shoulders, coating the black hair with a soft silvery white.He blocked the door, like isolating everything in the house from the outside world.He constructed another space, and he was the only entrance and exit of this space.

Harlan was upset.

No expression could be discerned from Roy's face. His back was facing the light, the lines of his face were blurred, and his facial features were covered with a layer of shadow, so he couldn't see anything clearly.There was no eye contact, no verbal response, and Harlan wasn't even sure his words had reached him completely.

"Roy!"

third person.

Harlan was taken aback.Roy had undoubtedly heard it too, but he didn't respond or look back.Look like you didn't hear it.

"The Legion has..."

Lucas approached the cabin along the path, and saw Roy standing at the door not far away.A few steps forward, he saw another person clearly.So the voice stopped suddenly.

"who are you?"

It was as if the blood in his body was frozen, and the night air was cold to his bones, and he reacted almost immediately.

"It's you."

Harlan didn't answer.

He looked over Roy's shoulder at the oncoming man.That's another demon hunter, obviously.Unlike the two he saw in front of the Dark Portal, this man at least didn't want to kill Roy.It made him realize, belatedly, that Roy was never alone.Demon hunters don't act alone if the unexpected doesn't arise.This man now looked like Roy's true unbroken comrade-in-arms, companion, or more.Harlan felt a moment of alienation—excluded, but rightfully so.However, what confuses him the most is a layer of blatant hostility, which can be felt just from the few words spoken by the strange demon hunter.Are they facing off as the garrison and the Illidari?But he hadn't even met the man.

So he looked at Roy, asking for an answer.But Roy just turned his head in vain, ninety degrees, his lips opened and closed slightly, and he didn't say anything.

Lucas stared at the blood elves in the room.

Roy's home in Zangarmarsh is his safe haven, unknown to anyone but his team.Even Cairne Sunfury only knows that he grew up in Zangarmarsh.But now, he and Roy should be the only ones who remember this place.

But this person appeared here at this moment, just when Roy came back.

He felt the midnight crack, a ray of sunlight piercing through.

He is shorter than the night elves, and his light complexion appears translucent at night.Recognizable racial traits.

Is that you?

And those eyes.

The moment Lucas looked at them, he seemed to be hit hard.Those blue eyes stared straight at him without any hesitation, their eyes were pure and calm, as if they were about to rush into his heart.Rather, it was a gesture of scrutiny, to draw a line between them before they knew each other.What are the qualifications?A fool who is ignorant and thinks he is superior, or hides his flustered heart with cold eyes, like a kitten with sharp claws.He believed it was the second, but the sight still made him uncomfortable.

And when those eyes left him to look at Roy, anger welled up.

Roy didn't look back, the tense back was like an impossible barrier.Anger flooded the sky.Lucas fought the urge to reach behind his back and grab the Glaive.

"Please step aside," Harlan said.

Roy finally took a step back to make way for him.

With a tense face, Harlan walked along the path towards the mushroom forest.He felt his heart beating wildly, and he couldn't tell what emotion caused it.Perhaps it was because this eerie, unshakable stillness of Zangarmarsh, which seemed to swallow everything up, was now eating up his breath too, making his heart struggle wildly and futilely.

He just wanted to get out of this place quickly.But the sight behind him made it almost impossible for him to move forward.

He carefully looked at the road under his feet, neither raised his eyes to look at the strange demon hunter, nor looked back.He stopped beside Lucas, raised his head and looked at him with hesitant eyes.

"Excuse me...does the Legion you just mentioned refer to the Burning Legion?"

Lucas froze for a moment, then showed a sarcastic expression.

"What more can there be?"

"Can you tell me what's next for them?"

"Why do you care? What's the use of knowing?"

"Lucas." Roy said suddenly.

"Please tell me," Harlan said.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes lowered to the ground, but his waist was straight and his face was expressionless.Lucas thought it was the best compromise he could make.He watched him with interest, deaf to Roy's voice.Although that voice was full of cold warnings.

"That's right, maybe you need to know this to plan your escape route." Lucas said, "In ten days, the legion will enter Zangarmarsh. How do you plan to escape? Go to Nagrand? Oh no, that land is too rich , may be the next target. Blade's Edge Mountain may be good, if you go further north to hide in the Netherstorm, it is really a perfect plan, even the Legion dismisses such a place. Ah, "

He seemed to have remembered something, and the mockery on his face was even more obvious.

"Before you run away, please go back to Shattrath City and tell your commander—no matter who he is—to guard your territory and stop taking advantage of others."

"Luke!"

Lucas glanced at Roy.He knew that it would be provocative for Roy to bring up the commander again, but he needed to do it.And Roy's reaction disappointed him.

The blood elf didn't speak.For a while, his eyes were intertwined with thousands of thoughts, fluctuating with Lucas' words, but as soon as the words stopped, he quickly returned to the original calm and indifference.Lucas suddenly realized that there was something in those eyes that he couldn't see.He stared at the blood elf, whose face seemed to be covered with frost.

They are good at hiding and evading.

So this is "noisy"?

He suddenly laughed frivolously, left the silent blood elf in place, and turned to walk towards his captain.

"Roy."

He said Roy's name as naturally as he breathed, as if he had never been interrupted by another person's presence.

"It's time, we should go. I heard that Kane wants you to be the deputy commander of this battle? In fact, I vaguely expected that you will be promoted to this position sooner or later."

Lucas walked up to Roy.

"The large forces have arrived one after another, and we have to rush there as soon as possible."

Harlan stood where he was, facing the forest, unable to see behind him.He listened to the voices behind him, Lucas's voice was loud and clear enough, but he still felt like he was eavesdropping.He stood silently, yet seemed so redundant.

After the speaking was over, there was a long silence.Make him helpless.

He wanted to turn back.

"Got it." It was Roy's voice.

Harlan froze.

Was it intentional not to let him hear it?

That response was fragmented, as if seeping out bit by bit from a cloud of black mist, it had long been out of shape.A light wind can blow it away.

But he felt a flash flood in his mind.

What is it, that has been brewing for weeks without knowing it?And why didn't I notice it sooner?He suddenly understood what Vincent said before.He just understands now.Even Vincent found out earlier than him.This is the so-called bystander clear?

He couldn't describe the feeling at this moment in words, he only knew that at this moment, his heart was like a mirror.It happened almost instantly, and the answer appeared so clearly and irreversibly.

He walked quickly to the mushroom forest.

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Roy watched the hurriedly leaving figure disappear into the forest, and then turned his gaze to Lucas.Lucas avoided his gaze indifferently. He knew what Roy wanted to say, so he answered slowly:

"I'm just telling you what I was going to tell you. Maybe he happened to understand the gap between him and you."

He looked at Roy and frowned, and continued:

"As a companion, I just don't want to see you hurt yourself because of making friends carelessly. We have no possibility of intersecting his life trajectories. In terms of race, the blood elves are a depraved and despicable race, and we have long regarded them as The disgrace of the elves. In terms of camps, the Illidari were born to risk their lives, fighting at the forefront, while the Alliance and the Horde are always cowardly, greedy for life and afraid of death, but dare to stab in the back. Those who are close to ink are black, this kind of friend will only harm you."

While he was speaking, his gaze swept across Roy's face from time to time.Roy's slightly tired face was getting worse and worse, but he didn't seem to have any intention to interrupt or refute him.

"Roy, he saved your life, maybe because of ignorance, maybe because of sudden kindness, maybe out of curiosity. It can only be these, that's all. Because of this, we can get along with the Alliance or the Horde? You Thinking too much."

Roy looked at him silently, still without any rebuttal.

Disdain to argue?Or are you all right?

In short, his words were passed on to the other party without omission.

Lucas withdrew his serious expression, and said instead: "I asked Kane Sunfury for instructions, and he agreed that if your injury has not healed, you don't need to go to the front line."

Roy was stunned.

"What do you mean? Why is it so sudden? I..."

"Then let me put it another way." Lucas interrupted him, "The legion is aggressively attacking, and this battle must be extremely dangerous. You..."

He pursed his lips.

"Can you not go to the front line? Staying at the command post can also give you an overview of the battle situation and give orders."

Surprise stayed on Roy's face for a long time.

Then he laughed, as if it was an extremely absurd proposition.

"When did you become the same as Kane? You obviously need me, but you always verbally say that you want me to retreat and recuperate."

Lucas grabbed Roy's arm and stared at him closely.Roy looked back at his focused eyes, apparently surprised by his reaction.

"I'm not joking, and I'm not hypocritically advising you not to force yourself. This is the first battle of the Legion into Outland, and it will definitely be a bloodbath. Don't be brave."

"I'm not trying to be tough, Luke."

Roy gently took Lucas's hand that was holding him.

"I'm not the only injured person, let alone the one who was injured the most. Compared with the wounded who are stranded in the temple and cannot participate in the battle, I may not even be counted as the wounded. I know my physical condition, my endurance, I would never die blindly."

Lucas stared at him.

"I can't believe you," he said, "I don't want to..."

"Will not."

Roy said: "I will protect myself and my teammates. Under this premise," he said, "I will appear where the Illidari need me most."

Lucas subconsciously let go of his hand.It was unexpected for Roy to say such a thing.

Be there when the Illidari need me most.For a moment, his mind was filled with these words.He looked at Roy fixedly, the emotion in his heart was indescribable.

You are finally back.

Words cannot express his feelings.What can he say?

He stepped forward and hugged Roy, letting himself be overwhelmed with joy.