Blade Dance

The woman said, "I'm sorry. Your eyes were covered with cloth. I didn't know you were awake."

He let go of his hand, as if being burned.

"Did you just have a nightmare?"

The blood elf sat on the edge of the bed, turning sideways to look at him.She has a pretty face, pink skin, blond hair draped over her shoulders, a small nose, full lips, and shimmering emerald green eyes.At first sight.

"If I remember correctly, demon hunters understand Common Tongue like normal people. Or should I speak Highborne, and your mother tongue may be more familiar to you?"

There was some impatience in her tone, and it seemed she was just joking.Difficult to judge.Realizing he had to say something, he struggled to force the sound out of his throat, which was hoarse and unfamiliar.

"Where am I?"

"As you can see, in a spacious room."

Green eyes smiled at him.

"His room. Used to be."

Roy turned his head and looked around.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet. It may take a few days." The woman's tone seemed to be complaining, "I really hope you get better soon. I can't stand him. I ask me every day if you are getting better. And I have no comment. 'Not yet, but soon.' What else can I say?"

She showed a disappointed expression.

"Why has he never cared so much about me?"

"..."

The blood elf laughed, the corners of his mouth curved into a beautiful arc, like a crescent moon.She stood up and looked down at him.

"Since you're fully awake, I won't come to see you frequently. There are clothes in the cabinet for a change, and I'll bring food. You'd better not go out until the wound is healed."

She paused, frowning.

"If you insist on going out... Although the bastard gave the order, people won't hit you when they see you. But you'd better go out when the sky is dark, don't go through the main entrance, and don't walk on the streets of the central city Go. Otherwise, you may have to lie on this bed for another ten days and half a month, and I am the one who suffers."

She ended her speech with a friendly smile and turned to the door.

"please wait."

The woman stopped, but didn't turn around.Roy sat up on the bed, the muscles in his body were so stiff that it didn't seem to be his own, and the wounds were aching everywhere, and it took him a while to get used to the pain.

"Can you tell me your name, please?"

"Joanna. Joanna Terraris."

"Miss Terraris, thank you for taking care of me these days. If I can do anything for you, please just ask, and I will do my best."

Joanna smiled and turned to look at him.Roy felt a little embarrassed, he couldn't distinguish the meaning of the laughter, so he was panicked.

"I don't seem to be the one you want to thank," Joanna said.

Roy looked away.

"I know. I just..."

"Live well."

It was like a kind instruction, but in a commanding tone.Roy showed a surprised expression.

"—that's what you can do for me. Live, don't get hurt. Don't die. You almost died this time, you know?"

Roy lowered his head, sinking his knuckles into the soft bed.There was a short silence.

"sorry."

"No, there's nothing to apologize for."

Her voice softened.

"Please take it as my entrustment to you, 'live, don't get hurt again'."

Roy looked up and stared at her.

Joanna said: "I don't want to see him on the verge of breaking down again."

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Another cloudy day.The cool wind blows on the cheeks, like a gentle lover's caress, and waits for an opportunity to get into the clothes and gently scratch the skin.After a while, the sky began to rain lightly.

The fine raindrops are densely packed, forming a dense curtain, which does not seriously obstruct the line of sight, but increases the difficulty of training in time.The wooden stake archery target in the distance became blurred, and the markings on the positions of the dummy's heart and head were no longer clearly visible.However, seasoned hunters don't need to see those positions clearly.They have long been firmly in mind.The faint outline of the target is enough to clearly judge its position.If the target is still, you can hit it with ease even if you are blindfolded.

Blindfolded...

An arrow flew out and hit the target's left eye.There was a burst of applause behind her, and Meghan Hilde walked over clapping her hands.

"Your hit rate is getting higher and higher."

Orson cocked another arrow, and after a brief aim, fired.This time it hit the right eye.He put down his bow and arrow and stared at the distant stake, as if considering where to aim his next arrow.

"If only we could have this level of precision in Hellfire Citadel."

"Still thinking about that demon hunter?"

"How could you forget.?"

The hunter withdrew his gaze and looked at Megan Hilde.

"He, and the people next to him. They are all murderers. Directly or indirectly."

"Orson."

Megan Hilde sighed.She couldn't understand why Orson was so brooding over Commander Restalaan's death, so determined to seek vengeance.Is it because I saw it with my own eyes?

"It's not that we haven't debated this issue. The battle of Zangarmarsh, you also saw, the Illidari against the Legion, and our purpose is the same. No one on the battlefield has time to think carefully. It's either you die or I die. , it is almost instinctive to kill someone who threatens their own life."

"So what?" Orson snapped. "Instinct proves that there is no guilt? Killing the helpless children, slaughtering the old and weak, all of them are treated equally?"

"Since they choose to step into the battlefield, they are all soldiers who are ready to die in battle. Only cowardly people will be soft-hearted just because the opponent is a child or an elder, and finally send themselves to hell."

Megan Heard shows no mercy.

"You won't understand."

Orson said: "You don't understand why I'm obsessed with this, just like I don't understand why you let it pass so easily. Restalan was unjust, but he did his job, whether it was as a city guard. His captain is still the commander of the coalition forces. He left his wife and children behind to lead the army, and in so many battles, he always rushed to the forefront. He should never have died like that, like that..."

He paused for a moment, with a look of blatant hatred on his brow.

"The commander told us to stay away from the demon hunters. But we saved them by going to Zangarmarsh, didn't we? This..."

His lips twisted.

"It's just crazy."

Meganhild stared at him without answering.The rain wet her hair, and a few strands of wet hair stuck to her temples.The raindrops gathered on her eyelashes, and were thrown off with the light movement of her eyelids, running down her cheeks, making her look like she was crying.

They were trapped in each other's silence.At this moment, some voices came into the ears, and the content could not be heard clearly, but the sound alone was disgusting.Originally, such voices would not have been heard on the huge training ground, but now that there were not many people around, and it was raining and it was extremely quiet, the voice became more obvious.There was also laughter in between.

Most importantly, Orson heard Harlan's name.

He immediately walked over to the speaker.

"what are you guys saying?"

The hunter grabbed one of the men by the shoulders, and the man was nearly toppled by his strength.Several soldiers turned to look at him.His face was full of surprise and disgust.

"What are you doing? What's none of your business?"

"I asked what you were talking about just now?" Orson said sharply, "What kind of embarrassing thing is that furtive look?"

Several people stared at him inexplicably.One of them took a step forward, sword still in his hand.

"Eavesdropping on someone's conversation is something above board? Who the hell are you? Why do you care what we're talking about?"

Orson clenched his fists, trying to hold back his anger.He was about to say something when suddenly, the person who almost fell down just now laughed sharply.He took a step forward, staring at Orson with interest, squinting like a botanist discovering a new species.

"I think I've seen you before," he said. "Ah, I remember. I know who you are."

He laughed, raised his chin, and said slowly: "Yes, it is indeed something that makes us shameful. Rescuing the demon hunter twice and three times, such a commander makes us lose face. With such a friend, you Feel ashamed too? Do you think he..."

The talking stopped abruptly as Orson knocked him to the ground with a punch.

The others immediately shouted to rush forward, and the hunter took a step back and reached for the quiver on his back.He bent his bow and set an arrow at a very fast speed, aiming at the eyeball of a person who was about to rush up at a very close distance.

Everyone froze in place suddenly, their faces full of horror.

"Orson!"

Megan ran over and grabbed his hand tightly.

The hunter glanced expressionlessly at the soldiers in front of him.His gaze finally fell on the face of the man sitting on the ground.The other party was raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring at him resentfully.

"You better be a little self-aware."

He said coldly: "He is our leader. Without him, the coalition forces would not have participated in the Battle of the Swamp, and there would not have been a meticulous defense plan. If the army had not been stopped in the swamp, if the fortifications were not built as quickly as they are now, Shattrath City has long been a wasteland. If you have any complaints about him, just go face to face and let him answer. Stop talking here, you will only gossip behind the scenes, and sit on the commander yourself if you have the ability s position."

He put down his bow and arrow, turned around and strode away.Meganhild trotted after her immediately.

"Olson! Wait!"

Hunter didn't slow down in the slightest.

"Where are you going? Wait a minute, what you did just now was too impulsive!"

"I'm going to find him."

Warlock ran up to him and stopped him.

"Step aside."

"You are not suitable to meet the commander now."

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

"Even if you say it a third time, I won't let you go."

Anger gathered on Orson's face.The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes were about to burst into anger.But he restrained himself, he just looked at Megan coldly and said nothing.

"He needs time," Meghan said, her tone cautious. "You need time too, we all need time. Now that the storm has not passed, no one wants to be questioned by their best friend at this time. You Remember that time at Falcon Watch? Don't do that to him."

Megan stared at him closely, her eyes full of worry.The rain wet her clothes, and she felt a little cold.Orson closed his eyes and took a deep breath of air, as if the cold water vapor could calm him down faster.When he opened his eyes again, there were ashes left by his anger.

"best friend?"

He chuckled lightly.

"I don't know what he's thinking at all. Doing good deeds should be done in moderation. He is now the commander of the coalition army, bringing back a demon hunter in front of the soldiers, and then hiding him, no one knows he is Where. Is he protecting him? And those who are afraid of the Illidari have trouble sleeping and eating. This..." Orson frowned, "He clearly knows the consequences of his actions, whether it is this time or before That time. But he did it all."

"The commander may have other plans, some plans that are beneficial to the situation. For example, negotiating conditions with the Illidari, reaching a temporary cooperative relationship, and fighting with them against the Legion. Or obtaining information related to the Legion. After all, we know the devil Very little. I have to admit that no one side has the ability to fight alone." Megan said seriously, "These are more important than blind hatred."

"Blind? Do you think the hatred of those who have lost their loved ones is blind?"

"During this time, yes."

Orson stared into her brown eyes as if to examine every inch of her soul through them.

Megan Hilde said: "And most people followed his orders and let go of this blind hatred for the overall situation. The commander needs to cooperate, he needs our support, and there has never been a moment more than now."

"Because of this, I will definitely go to him to confirm."

Orson put away the bow and carried it on his back.The shadows of weapons and people merged into one in the rain, sharp and ferocious.Meganhild watched him, feeling the rain grow colder.

"Because of so many compromises, I have to make sure he's doing the right thing. If he's right, I'll support him and defend his choice. If he's not,"

Orson said: "I will never let him make the same mistake a third time."