Blade Dance

Chapter 45

"I ordered you not to engage in any combat!"

Commander Steele glared at the blood elf stalker standing in front of him, only feeling that the anger was greedily licking his throat.The stalker lowered his head, and he couldn't see if there was any remorse on his face.

"The result? There are only two people left! You have a broken leg, and the other is half dead! I really want to smash your heads off and see if there is a piece of waste inside!"

He sank heavily into the chair, his eyebrows pushing against the surrounding skin.

Vincent struggled to move his crutches and his intact leg.With the lack of rest and standing for a long time, he felt that the blood in his whole body was about to clot.

"Sit down." Steele glanced at him and pointed to the sofa behind him, "I don't want to call someone to carry you out later."

Vincent nodded gratefully and restrainedly, and limped towards the sofa.As soon as he sat down, there was a commotion outside.

"Shut up! Be quiet!"

Steele yelled towards the door.

But the loud voice was getting closer and closer, tearing the eardrums.

"Go away! What are you reporting? The old man asked me to come!"

Vincent Xunsheng cast his gaze to the door.A tall and powerful draenei young man walked in aggressively.The short cloak made of fur is embroidered with the coat of arms of the defending coalition forces with gold thread, and the front buttons are inlaid with dazzling blood garnets.He was followed by a flustered guard.

"It's you." Steele stared at the person coming, and then said to the guard, "You step back."

The young draenei gave the guards behind him a disgusted look, then began to look around until he met Vincent's gaze.I thought it would be a hasty glance, but I don't know if it was because of the staring, the glance stayed for a long time.An inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of Delaney's mouth.

Vincent smelled a sickening mix of cheap powdered perfume and body odor.

"Maureen, sit down too."

Maureen Restalan stood his saber by the wall, and then sat on a chair on the right, keeping a distance from Vincent.Vincent had already forgotten the last time he saw this person, but he remembered that the deputy commander at that time was much thinner than now, and he was not as arrogant and dissolute as he is now.At this moment, he was spread out in the chair, looking at the commander absent-mindedly, like a domineering emperor suppressing the hatred in his heart, and had no choice but to condescend to listen to the untouchables.

Commander Steele dismisses his defiant gesture.He must have also smelled that obscenity from the moment Maureen Restalan entered the room.He looked at Delaney with a dissatisfied expression, but said nothing, at least not planning to say anything.His eyes turned to Vincent who had been silent for a long time.Because of Maureen's arrival, he looked at Vincent softly.

"This is the end of the matter, and our condolences are in order," said the commander. "Now tell me what you see."

Vincent felt the hottest gaze coming from the right.

"Legion portals, there's a lot of them. They're transporting troops, and they were doing it before we got there," he said.

"The change of the spell barrier is due to the instability of the magical energy in the forest, and this instability comes from the evil energy of the portal." Steele sorted out his thoughts, "Did you just say it was the southeastern part of the forest?"

"Yes, near Styx."

"But Shattrath City is to the west."

"Shortly after the demon soldiers walked out of one door, they entered another, in the direction of Shadowmoon Valley."

"Shadowmoon Valley?" Mo Lin said suddenly, his voice was sharp and weird, as if he was afraid that others would not understand his astonishment, "What can there be in such a broken place?"

Steele gave him a cold look: "The Temple of Darkness."

"Aha, the lair of the demon hunter." Mo Lin smiled gloatingly, "The prey is thrown into the arms of the hunter."

"Do you think they're killing themselves?"

Maureen looked at the commander with contempt: "Isn't that natural? Every fool knows the meaning of the word 'demon hunter'. There is no more stupid behavior than this, even though the Illidari are also a bunch of rabble. .If I were the leader of the legion, to deal with the demon hunters, I would have to lure them out one by one to kill them. First cut off their wings, and then goug out their eyes... By the way, do you know? In fact, their eyesight is good It's astonishing, blindfolded just for show, they can-"

"Enough." Steele interrupted him, "Just because you want to do that? With your crappy swordsmanship?"

The corners of Molin's mouth twisted, but Steele continued before he could speak: "The Legion's desire to besiege the Dark Temple may have been a naive fantasy in the past, but judging from the current situation in the Illidari, it may be .The bloody battle in Zangarmarsh a few months ago took their toll, and they won't recover so quickly."

"So? What do you mean?" Mo Lin sneered, "Can't we help them?"

"I didn't say that. We will never turn enemies into friends with the Illidari, let alone save them again." Steele glanced at Vincent, the stalker was expressionless, "Now we It is enough to clarify the situation and confirm that the target of the Legion is the Illidari, and it has nothing to do with us."

"Really, that's good." Maureen leaned on the back of the chair lazily, leaning on the back of the chair with his hands propped on his head, raised one leg, "Can I go then?"

Steele knew he was just trying to be provocative—he had no intention of standing up.

"Since I put you in the second-in-command position, you haven't been doing your duty a day," he asked sharply. "What do you do every day?"

Maureen curled his lips.

"Fucking woman. I—"

"I warned you not to spend all your time in the brothel. I can't sit idly by if you continue like this, if you only know how to play with women every day."

"You're wrong, sir. I don't 'only know how to play with women', I also play with men." Maureen sat up, supported his knees with his arm joints, turned his head and gave Vincent a flirtatious look, "You Do you want to try it with me? After your legs are healed, I promise to seriously develop every inch of your body—”

"Restalan!" Steele stood up abruptly and shouted loudly, "You better show me some measure! I ask the archbishop to let you sit in this seat not because of how resourceful and brave you are, let alone because What qualifications do you have as a leader, just because your surname is Restalan! Your father made great contributions and died in battle. Now we reuse you to clear the relationship between the coalition forces and the Illidari and prove that we have no possibility There is another collusion with the Illidari! And all this is because of that brainless high elf, and has nothing to do with you, a rascal! Do you think you are a good thing?"

Mo Lin stared at the commander fixedly, without saying a word, his steel-like expression seemed to turn the air around him into sharp iron filings.Commander Steele was panting slightly because of his emotions. He put his hands on the table, lowered his head, and didn't look at Mo Lin again.

"Have you practiced sword?"

Mo Lin dominated a long period of silence, and the heavy twilight mood made the atmosphere even more depressing.During this silence, Vincent thought he was deliberating whether to rush forward and kill the commander.

This is not difficult.

"Practice, practice every day. Now I can definitely cut off his head."

His voice was very soft, like muttering to himself.Vincent stared at him.

There was another silence, maybe they were all trying to understand what he was saying.Vincent recalled what happened at the bonfire party, and the commander must have remembered it too, because he glanced at Mo Lin calmly, with several layers of complex emotions in his eyes.But no one said anything.Vincent stared at Maureen's face, which was a mature and handsome face.

If there is no such sinister eyes.

You will never win him.

He was sure that his face was expressionless at the moment, and his eyes were definitely not focused, but Mo Lin seemed to have heard his thoughts, and suddenly turned his head to stare at him.

Vincent felt a spine-piercing thrill.

"I don't care what you want to do. As long as it's not too much, as long as you don't ruin the reputation of the garrison coalition, I don't care." Steele sat back on the chair, rubbed his forehead and said, "I urge you to practice swords for the sake of Get you ready."

"what to prepare?"

"Destroy the Burning Legion." He looked up at Molin, "Azeroth's reinforcements will arrive soon."

"Reinforcements?" Maureen stared at him with gray-green eyes, as if what he was talking about was fantasy.Vincent was also stunned.

"Yes, the expeditionary force of the Seventh Legion of the Alliance and the night elves, as well as the expeditionary force of the Horde Chief Thrall. They will arrive in Shattrath one after another and set up camp on the outskirts of the city. We will join forces to fight the Legion."

"Should we take comfort in it, or should we blame them for being slow as turtles?"

Steele didn't answer.Shattrath City was no longer expecting reinforcements.For several months, with the calm of the victory, he didn't even feel the war.In the event of the spell barrier, he was surprised to find that he was finally grateful for the Illidari to attract the attention of the Legion, and thus developed a twisted gratitude for the Illidari.

"Vincent Lee, step back. Call the orderly at the door."

"Yes, sir."

Vincent stood up on crutches, nodded to the two officers, and limped towards the door.When he walked in front of Maureen Restalan, he felt that the other party was attacking him with eyes every second. The unscrupulous eyes seemed to be uncovering his layers of clothes as he wished, peeping into the most private parts .

Vincent felt sick to his stomach.He walked forward without looking back until he could no longer feel that person's breath.

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Fresh Monroe flowers are placed on the bedside cabinet, and the fragrance wafts in the room.

Ilia was awake, half sitting up against the pillows, in a loose white robe.The body wrapped in layers of bandages is exposed from the open neckline.The pain left a tortured mark on her face, chapped and pale lips, prominent cheekbones, and two lingering shadows under her eyes.

Such a haggard face had some radiance after Vincent's arrival.

"How's your leg?" Her voice was like rust, so she cleared her throat with difficulty.

Vincent carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, turned sideways and looked at her.

"It's almost ready. How about you?"

"You also know that doctors are always nagging and worrying about patients more than necessary." Elijah complained, "Don't I understand my physical condition yet? I am not allowed to get out of bed until now, and I will be sick when I step out of this room." Someone's watching."

Vincent smiled. He wanted Elijah to look in the mirror. If she saw her current appearance, she would no longer think she knew her body, but he just smiled softly.Even though their time together was very short, Ilya's experience and ability told him that she would never show weakness in front of someone who was not close enough, let alone be told bluntly how weak she was by the other party.

Ilya examined his smile, puzzled.Vincent looked at her as if lovingly watching a child waving a toy sword and showing off.She had never been looked at like that before, so she looked away almost in a panic.

Vincent turned to look out the window.There was a short silence, and they looked together at the Holy Light Square bathed in the sun in the distance.

"By the way." Ilya's voice suddenly became unexpectedly cold, "Is that bastard dead?"

The intent to kill came out of her eyes majesticly.

"Dead. His throat was bitten off by a magic dog."

"Very good. I wish I could kill him with my own hands, disembowel him, and dig out his heart to see what it looks like."

Vincent stared down at his hands.

"Have you met the commander?"

"Yes."

"What did you say?"

"Just...report the situation."

"The legion has spent so much time using the portal to avoid us?"

"I think so."

Elijah laughed.Her laugh was hoarse and light.

"The legion is actually afraid of us mobs, and they approached the Illidari who used to be alone."

"The Battle of the Swamp gave them a taste of the strength of the defending coalition forces. If the Battle of Morg was their further test, defense and attack on us, and they failed, then now..."

"Abandon Shattrath City and take the Illidari, which is still weak at this moment."

"Yes, and they need to attack as soon as possible. A day later, the Illidari will recover some. And the portal greatly shortens the distance."

Vincent was still staring at the hands.He crossed his fingers and clenched his hands.

"The main thing is, they need a sneak attack."

"What do you mean?"

"I calculated the distance from Hellfire Citadel to the location where we were attacked, and from there to the Black Temple on the map." Vincent turned his head and looked straight into Ilia's eyes, "Harlan told me about the portal The limit of use. The nodes set up by the Legion in Terokkar Forest allow them to appear directly at the entrance of the Dark Temple."

Elijah stared at him, not speaking for a long time.

"Does the commander know?" Her voice was trembling.

"know."

"We should go help the Illidari."

Vincent showed a pained expression.

"No, we can't."