Blade Dance

Chapter 43

In the moist and fertile soil, young green shoots poke out their heads, which is the new dream leaf grass.Harlan knelt down and gently touched these little creatures with his fingertips.The green shoots that have just been watered are covered with fine water droplets, which have a delicate and soft icy touch.Next to it are some Monroe Flowers, Mana Thistles, Flame Mushrooms, and Tyro Fruit.However, it is hard to say whether the Terokal fruit can be kept alive. After all, he has only seen this kind of plant in the Terokar Forest so far.

Roy went hunting.Before he left, he asked Harlan to go with him, pestering him in every possible way, almost acting like a baby, but in the end he was rejected and could only go alone in resentment.And they did it together a few days ago.In fact, Harlan was mainly responsible for this at the beginning, because Roy was a complete novice and could only follow by to help carry the prey.When he was in the Dark Temple, he was a battle mage who took care of hunting duties, he said innocently.Then he was ridiculed by Harlan for the kind of life that is easy to enjoy.

Harlan recalled the time when he cut a juvenile marshtooth ray in half, and the stump was bleeding all over the ground, and there was no way to bring it back.There were also a few times, because of his impatience, he startled the prey at a very long distance, and in the end he could only stay where he was, watching the prey run away quickly and disappear.All of these moments would be the laughing stock of Harlan's day.Nothing could be more ridiculous to Roy than to look so clumsy while hunting.

Still, Roy's skill improved by leaps and bounds each time.Originally a person with agility and keen insight, coupled with his outstanding learning ability, he soon far surpassed Harlan.The demon hunter's detection ability and action ability are not comparable to ordinary people at all. Later, when he moved, Harlan couldn't keep up.Therefore, when Roy wanted to take him to hunt together again, he was unwilling no matter what.

Harlan squatted on the ground, staring at the small green shoots, looking forward to their appearance.

Having lived here for more than half a month, he never thought that he would be immersed in such a life, let alone that Roy would be like this.What happened, is happening, or will happen in the outside world has nothing to do with them.All they have to do is to take good care of each other, at the border of the forest, at the corner of the dark marsh lake, together with the eternal night of the swamp, in this pure land that has not been affected by the war, isolated from the world.

A burst of fear arises spontaneously from the bottom of my heart.

Roy should be back soon, and he'll have dinner ready before then.So he stood up, suffering the brief dizziness caused by the rush of blood.He waited for a moment, then opened his eyes, and saw the black shadow.

Everything happened almost instantly, and when Harlan met the man's gaze, he subconsciously wanted to back away.But it was too late, the black shadow came suddenly, followed by a severe pain in the abdomen, the internal organs were crumpled, and the eyes seemed to burst into blood.He fell to his knees all of a sudden, but the other party didn't give him time to relax, and grabbed his hair and forced him to raise his head.

It was a face he could never forget, and Harlan looked away quickly.

Lucas's face was dead silent, as if there was no expression that could explain his extreme anger and hatred at this moment.He looked down at Harlan from a high position, like an evil god from the ice and snow wasteland of the extreme north, his whole body was covered with a monstrous ice-blue anger.

"Who gave you permission to come here?"

Harlan didn't answer.

Lucas lets go of his hair, then slams his knee into his chest.He watched as Harlan gasped, convulsed, and grabbed him by the collar before he was about to fall over.Harlan grabbed his hand in embarrassment, the fragility on his face was hard to hide.

"Who allowed you to come here?"

A broken cough came from Harlan's throat.He grabbed Lucas' wrist hard, his knuckles turned white, as if trying to dig into his flesh.

"Does it hurt?" Lucas said. "Does it hurt when he dies?"

He bent down and grabbed Harlan's face with his other hand.

"look at me."

He moved closer to the blue eyes, staring at them from the eyebrows.Those clear and cold eyes, which are now full of pain, always seem to be able to see through people with an aggressive gaze.At this moment, those eyes only reveal the patience to the pain, and at the same time, there is also a kind of composure and calmness of resignation.They seem vulnerable, but they are invulnerable.

He is fascinated by these eyes?

It is like two pure gems, crystal clear, which only belong to the person who discovers them; and like two bottomless ice caves, with giant snakes spitting out poison at the bottom, just waiting for their prey to fall into the trap , and then wrapped them up and strangled them.

"You know what?" Lucas said, looking into Harlan's eyes, "I see you now, without anger, without resentment. I don't even want to kill you, because that would stain my warglaive, stain my hands, you are worse than Legion Demons.

"I saw you and thought I could never see a more disgusting creature.

He tightened his knuckles and heard Harlan let out a whimper in pain.

"But how can you come here?"

His voice trembled: "What are you doing here now!"

He let go of his hand suddenly, and kicked Harlan hard in the left rib.

"Who allowed you to come here!"

He watched Harlan fall to the ground, his face was pale, and his body curled up trembling with pain.But he didn't intend to let him go, he had never experienced such a pleasure, torturing this once superior person, tearing him apart with pain, watching him disintegrate little by little, the best thing is to make him cry and beg for mercy.So he began to repeat such actions, questioning, beating, letting him fall down, and pulling him up again.He hit the most painful place with all his strength every time, but he didn't use his full strength. In order to prevent the other party from losing consciousness due to the severe pain, he woke up again and again because of the pain.

Harlan didn't fight back.

Lucas was immersed in every movement, venting the depression, resentment, pain and regret of the past few months.He listened to the sound of heavy fists and feet hitting the body, heard the intermittent cries and gasps of the weak, and listened to his own sharp rebuke piercing the silence of the swamp.With a final blow he brought his knee down on Harlan's head, and Harlan lost consciousness and fell limp.

Lucas gasped, feeling a mad rush of joy rushing from his heart through his limbs, and a tingling pleasure after venting.He was so absorbed in it that he didn't hear footsteps.So when someone called his name, he felt sudden, even panicked.

Lucas.

There was a heart-pounding roar from the depths of my mind, as if the sound had ignited a big explosion in my body, causing all the blood vessels in my body to burst in shock, drips of blood burned in every corner of my body, and then evaporated Only the cold body remains.He stood for a long time before turning around. He had never felt his limbs so stiff, but what was even more difficult to move was his gaze, as if a boulder was being pulled from the other end of his gaze.When he turned his gaze to the person who came, he saw Roy holding a war blade and the corpse of a stalker at his feet.

Lucas felt himself looking at him across the snowy moor.Shivering from the cold.

But the next moment, a scalding torrent surged up from the bottom of his heart, burning his throat.

He remembered the scene of parting from Roy in Zangarmarsh.At that time, Roy couldn't live long if he didn't receive medical treatment immediately.And he left him there.

At this very moment, he stands here, intact.

So you are still alive?where did you go?Who saved you?what have you been throughwhat did they do to youDid they torture you?Has the wound healed yet...

Why didn't you come back?

I want to ask too much.But he didn't say anything.Thoughts were scattered all over the place like broken beads.He picked them up bewilderedly, feeling hot tears streaming down his cheeks.

He never thought he would cry.Only cowards who can't stand physical pain shed tears, don't they?

But now the tears just kept falling, like the rain that moistens the barren land.Just because of Roy.Roy.

He had already buried everything about him and made up his mind not to be trapped by the past, but now he lost so easily.

Tears were salty, moistening his parched lips.

Roy wasn't looking at him.Lucas can be sure that he saw what he was doing just now, and he could feel the anger and anxiety boiling between his five senses.He couldn't help but feel a little proud of it.But Roy just stood there holding the war blade, as if he had been standing there from the very beginning.From this, Lucas guessed that he was afraid that he would do something impulsive, so he didn't dare to act rashly.So he laughed.Tears and smiles intertwined on his face, weird and distorted.

Roy's eyes finally turned to him, with pain on his face.He stared at the pain and felt it replicated on his face one by one.

If he had known this earlier, he shouldn't have expressed any intentions at all.Looking back now, at that time, I looked like a fool asking for fun.

"Why are you here?"

"Why didn't you come back?"

They spoke at the same time, and then fell silent at the same time.

Lucas smiled again.

Even the questions that come out are superfluous.He'd put it all together so easily - wasn't it obvious that there was no reason to come back?

"Have you become so superficial?" he asked, "For things like love?"

Roy was speechless.His expression became stern again, like a wall of ice, and he seemed to hold the war blade even tighter.The cold silence made Lucas feel powerless, and he could only cover up and protect himself with incessant sharp words.But Roy looked invulnerable.

"I am so disappointed. You were right not to come back. You are not worthy to serve the Illidari. You live only for your own selfish desires, and you will let everyone down."

He paused, and then said: "You will also disappoint your mother."

Roy's expression changed suddenly, as if a sharp knife had pierced his heart.Lucas felt a clash of guilt and ecstasy.

"You won't be swayed by selfish desires?"

Harlan sat up on the ground.The weakness made his arms tremble non-stop, and the movement alone caused the wound to be enough to make him gasp in pain.The voice of the voice, too, was so weak that it could hardly be heard.But he was sure Lucas heard it.

The taste of blood came out of his mouth, as if he had chewed a piece of iron.There was also a warm and viscous liquid flowing down from the forehead, sticking the hair together, and some of it slid down to the chin.

He looked up at Lucas.

"You are not swayed by selfish desires, isn't it because you can't get what you want?"

As expected, Lucas' face changed suddenly.And the next moment, Harlan grabbed his wrist, apparently trying to use his strength to pull himself up.Lucas sneered inwardly, imagining the scenario of knocking him down again after he stood up.But when he was about to shake off Harlan's hand, he punched him hard.

The fist that was approaching in front of him in an instant, he was hit before he recovered his senses.And Harlan let go of his hand at the same time, so he staggered backwards and almost fell to the ground.

Almost subconsciously, he took the warblade from his back.At the same time, Roy had already stopped in front of him.The blue battle blade emitted a faint cold light, lying between them.