Blade Dance

Chapter 1

"I sacrificed everything! What did you sacrifice?"

The demon hunter sat back on his calves, pain contorting his features.

"I'm sorry," Harlan said.

He bent down and picked up the warglaive that had been thrown aside.

The appearance of the Warblade has been transformed① into the appearance of "Reincarnation".The blade of the sword, which was rarely worn out, was glowing with a faint light at the moment, and the fountain of green energy flowed slowly along the blade continuously, the brilliance was not covered by the blood stains on it at all.Forged from Valarjar steel, the blade is engraved with ancient elf prayers.Back then, "Reincarnation" set off a frenzy of contention as soon as it was born, and was once taken as its own by Gothick, the reaper of Naxxramas.

If the illusion is to be performed, the caster must have the copied weapon itself, and I don't know how the demon hunter got the "reincarnation", Harlan thought.In fact, his own half-knowledge about the sword was just hearsay.The famous weapons, even bards will write poems specially for them, praising their beautiful appearance, amazing power, and their legendary origins.

The spell of transfiguration can make a warblade look like a sword, a heavy hammer look like a battle axe, a bow look like a gun, and a staff...it can only be a staff, but it can be in ever-changing shapes.This mysterious spell has no effect on the use of weapons, but can erase their original appearance.Many see such an approach as a desecration of existing weapons.

Harlan looked at the war blade in his hand indifferently, and then he grasped the handle of the blade and swung it sideways, leaving a row of blood spots on the stone ground.

He handed the weapon to the demon hunter.

"I'm sorry, but I have nothing."

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three weeks ago.

Eastern Terokkar Forest.In the evening, wild animals come out.

Harlan Anthenar squatted on the ground to skin a warp hunter.Today's prey, not too big but enough to sell for a good price.Sweat flowed to his temples, he stopped and raised his hand to wipe it.There was no sound of the horn-handled short knife cutting flesh, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet.

Danger is likely to come suddenly when he is unprepared, he subconsciously raised his head and looked around.His eyes swept across the ferns, and fell on two small clusters of green flames deep in the grass.

The blue scorching flame burns faintly in the bushes.Evening breeze blows, but they are motionless.

Harlan felt a chill creep up his back, and the sweat that had just flowed down was so cold that it made him shiver.He immediately put down the dagger, reached out to touch the iron sword at his waist, and stared at the grass vigilantly at the same time.

"Don't look at me," Flame said.

Harlan was stunned, and obediently looked away, then looked back strangely.

"Don't look me in the eye unless you want to be blind."

In normal circumstances, the voice must be weak.But at this time, the surrounding area was terribly quiet, and such voices sounded like ordinary conversations.

And with the threat of impatience.

He held his breath and locked his eyes on the grass.

Eye?Are you talking about those two flames?

He stood up slowly, as if possessed by a demon, he clenched the hilt of his sword and walked forward step by step.The soft rustling of the downy ferns became the only sound in the silence.

After pushing away the vegetation up to his waist, he could see the real body of the flame.It was a demon hunter, he realized almost immediately.Although no demon hunters have ever been seen, rumors of them have long been circulating.The person in front of him had demonic horns that fit the description, a sculptural face unique to the elves, a lean physique, and faintly visible demonic spells on his shoulders and chest.

As for those two clusters of flames... It is rumored that the eyes of the demon hunters are tied up with cloth belts, and no one has seen their eyes.I thought that the eyes under their cloth belt would show the unique apathy caused by blindness, or simply two empty black holes, but now it seems that it is neither.It was never mentioned that they were two burning flames.

The night elf was wearing a pitch-black leather armor, leaning against the tree trunk, holding two identical blue weapons in his hands.He was pale, with two deep dark shadows under his eyes that looked like bruises.Her lips were cracked, there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and her hair was soaked in blood or sweat, sticking together and hanging down to her shoulders.The pale skin with snow-green color has a strange sense of light in the twilight.His eyes seemed to be fixed on Harlan's hand holding the iron sword.

Harlan looked down at the down-and-out soldier, suddenly let go of the iron sword, squatted down and approached him.

He was hurt and not a threat.

He checked it quickly.Scars all over the body were exposed from the cracked leather armor, and blood had seeped through the clothes, staining them into a deeper black.The longest wound stretched from the right side of the abdomen all the way up to the heart, opening a bright red blood path on the solid body.With the ups and downs of breathing, fresh blood continued to emerge from the wound.Unbelievable, he is still alive.

Harlan suddenly raised his head to look at the two clusters of flames.

The turquoise flames burned at the position of the eyes, filling the entire eye sockets, looking very dangerous, as long as a slight touch can leave indelible burn marks on the skin.Whether it was an ordinary open fire, magic flames produced by spells, or the flames of the Burning Legion, the flames he had seen were always scorching hot.They provide light, energy, and hope for survival, or as weapons, they wreak havoc.However, the two clusters of flames in front of me at this moment, they... have no temperature.

Like the only two light sources remaining in the boundless darkness, they are cold and lonely, unable to feel any heat that life should have.

Harlan felt his hands shaking.

It was just a short moment of looking at each other, but it seemed like a century had passed.Time slows down, everything stretches out, he knows how it feels.

They each turned their heads quickly away at the same time, but Harlan looked back the next moment.There is no expression on the clear-cut face, as if wearing a stiff mask to hide all clues.And the demon hunter hasn't said a word since just now.

He realized that his eyes seemed to stay too long, so he stopped staring at the demon hunter's profile, but carefully lifted him up, trying not to touch his wound.The tall adult man leaned almost all his body weight on him.Even so, he still gripped his weapon tightly.With difficulty, Harlan helped him onto the back of the sorrel horse, put the skin and flesh of the leap beast beside him, and then took the rein and walked towards the main city of Shattrath.

For the sake of safety, he chose the somewhat circuitous main road.The main road in the wild is only two or three people wide, and it cannot be compared with the streets in the city that can easily accommodate several carriages.Even so, as long as you walk on the main road, you don't have to worry about being disturbed by wild animals.

The street lamps on both sides lighted up quietly, emitting fluorescent blue light, which became more dazzling in the gradually darkening night.The luminous road dispelled the darkness and spread out in front of him, leading directly to the city of Shattrath at the end.There was no one in front or behind, and only the sound of horseshoes and heavy boots could be heard on the quiet path.

The man on the horse was silent all the way, even the sound of breathing was inaudible.

As night falls, the sky is filled with stars.The evening bell rang, and the main city in the distance was brightly lit.

The Terokkar forest is full of towering giant trees. The huge and verdant canopy covers the sky and the sun, stretching endlessly, looking like a large gloomy cumulonimbus cloud from a distance.Only the area where the main city Shattrath is located has few giant trees, like a precarious clear pool in the desert.During the daytime, the forest is dark and dense, with occasional rays of light pouring down from the gaps in the leaves.But at this moment, the night was shrouded, and something was about to move in the quiet darkness. Standing at the gate of the city seemed to have stepped on the edge of the abyss.

As soon as he got back to the city, Harlan handed over the wounded to the doctor, and he went back to the Dragon Eagle Inn.

He finished the day's harvest and drove the horses into the stables.The proprietress of the inn nodded to him when she saw him enter the door, and gave him a glass of honey fire wine as usual.Harlan took a corner seat and sat down.This is his favorite time.It was getting late at night, and the number of customers in the store gradually increased, and the bustling conversations overshadowed the background music of "House of Heroes".He just watched people coming and going, chatting and laughing.After a busy day in the desolate forest, the noise of people around can always bring a different kind of comfort.

Suddenly, with a bang, a glass of Storm Spirits ③ was smashed onto the oak table in front of him.The wine was still swaying, and the owner of the wine unceremoniously sat down opposite.

"I heard you picked up a demon hunter."

Harlan picked up the wine glass and swirled the fire wine in the glass, ignoring the gloating expression of the person opposite.

"Still a night elf."

Today's wine is a little light in color, did Joanna mix it with white water?

"Why didn't you cut off his horns? If those two guys are put in the auction house, it will definitely be enough for you to idle around for a while."

Harlan glanced at Orson expressionlessly.He must have come here straight from the shop, because he smelled like a beast, blowing across the table.The white front of the chest and the rolled up sleeves were still stained with blood.Didn't even change clothes.

"He's going to kill me," Harlan said.

"But he was injured, and your fighting skills are not bad." Orson said naturally.He shook his head, his eyes were a little too hot to open because of the strong alcohol.

"Even so, I believe he can kill me in seconds. That's a demon hunter."

Harlan put down his wine glass and looked seriously at the disapproving Orson.At that time, the demon hunter just lost a lot of blood, maybe he was recuperating, and he could recover on his own even without his help.He is well aware of this.

He said: "He's lying in a hospital bed, probably under anesthesia, why don't you try it yourself?"

Orson looked at Harlan gloomily, then curled his lips exaggeratedly, as if it wasn't him who had suggested the idea in the first place, but the other party.

"That is a killing machine, stay away from the Illidari forever, stay away from the demon hunter." He was silent for a while and then said, "And as an elf, have you really read the history of your people? Even if you haven't, you should know the blood The elves and night elves belong to the hostile camp, right? Now they are inside the main city, in a neutral area, and those radicals dare not act rashly. If you leave the city gate, I bet you won't survive for three hours."

"Don't curse me."

"That group of people are all blood-drinking beasts, just waiting for a pure lamb like you to come to the door automatically. I have heard some gossip on the way here." Orson suddenly glanced in the direction of the kitchen and lowered his voice Said, "'The innkeeper's wife's son was bewitched by some kind of enchantment, and he brought back a demon hunter, and he was from the opposing camp.'"

"Succubus?" Harlan raised his eyebrows, "He's not a succubus ④."

Orson cast a disdainful look: "Maybe it is for you."

Harlan froze for a moment, then laughed.

Maybe it is.At that time in the bushes, he saw the demon hunter's eyes, and he felt an indescribably familiar feeling.It was obviously just a moment of looking at each other, but in those eyes that he had never seen before, there seemed to be emotions that only he had the opportunity to understand, and it was revealed at the moment when the master was unable to guard against and conceal.It was impossible to say what it was, but the emotion was conveyed through the intersecting eyes, and it made him feel the same at that moment.

Now that I think about it, I would really be passionate about myself.If I had known that I should turn around and leave at that moment, I wouldn't have had so many troubles.

"So why did you save him?" Orson put down his wine glass, put his hands on the table, stared at him intently, and his tone became serious.

"..."

"Ok?"

"On a whim." Harlan shrugged, "I regret it now."

Orson narrowed his eyes, looking in disbelief.But he didn't say anything more.

"You must be careful, demon hunters are notoriously killing machines," he mentioned again, "it will never end well if you get involved with them. You should not go out of the city now."

Harlan didn't answer.

Orson waited silently for a moment, the blood elf in front of him still looked calm.He frowned, leaned back on the back of the chair, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

He often doesn't understand his good friend—sometimes he has nothing to do all day long, as a soldier, he doesn't care much about martial arts, he just helps out in the hotel and goes hunting; Some incredible ideas.For example, now, it seems that not a word of my own words has been heard.The person opposite didn't seem to have the slightest sense of crisis.He was sipping the wine in his glass leisurely, looking over with his pale blue eyes with a sly smile.

"My good brother, you should worry about yourself first." Harlan teased, "I heard that Berthard is looking for you everywhere, threatening to skin you alive, and he only needs a warrant."

The corner of his mouth curled up: "Perhaps I can lend her my skinning knife. The handle is made of sheep's horn, and a rare aquamarine is inlaid on it. It is sharp and durable, and the quality is guaranteed."

Harlan drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp, and stood up gracefully and naturally.

Orson was stunned for a moment before he realized that Harlan had already walked to the door.

"What do you know? I'm playing hard to get!" He turned towards the indifferent figure, slammed the table and shouted, "The effect is excellent, free teaching at a friendly price!"

Harlan seemed to laugh, his shoulders trembling slightly.He didn't turn around, just stood at the door and waved his hands casually, and then walked into the night.

Terokkar Forest is overcast during the day, but the sky at night is full of stars.Pedestrians walk in twos and threes on the streets at night.Harlan raised his head and looked at the sky, as if the stars were about to fall into his eyes.The sky full of stars is reflected in the deep blue eyes, rippling with breathtaking ambilight.

There was only the vast night sky in the field of vision, and there was a faint sense of dizzying shaking.

He felt himself about to fall.

In the distance, the holy light of the naaru emitted from the top of the central hall towered straight into the sky, and the surrounding stars seemed dim in comparison.Harlan once thought about asking the Naaru for an oracle, but that was the god of the Draenei. As a different race and opposing camps, he couldn't believe in it devoutly.

Since you don't want to learn more information from other people, you have to find out by yourself.The night breeze brushed against his cheeks, creating a refreshing coolness.He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then turned and walked towards the Prophet's library.

Far away in Outland, Shattrath City’s library is far inferior to Darnassus, the ancient city of night elves in the Alliance, or Orgrimmar, the main city of tribal trolls and orcs, but it is still a good idea to find some basic historical materials. More than enough.

Candles were shining brightly in the dark library, and the papyrus rubbed softly.Harlan quickly found the information he was looking for in the relevant works recording the War of the Ancients.He lightly tapped his fingertips on the page, guiding his eyes to read each word.

"They sold their souls to demons to obtain evil energy. At the cost of their eyes, they exchanged for a powerful and swift body. With dirty blood flowing in their bodies, they can turn into hell-like demons when necessary, bringing about world-shattering destruction .

"Every demon hunter has his own warblade. Among them, Illidan Stormrage's Azzinoth Warblade is the most famous. It is a peerless weapon comparable to Quel'zaram⑤. When Sinnos fought the Glaive, he saw destruction.

"They are synonymous with betrayal. Illidan Stormrage's betrayal was the first to trigger the explosion of the Well of Eternity, making the already isolated night elf race faceless in front of mortal allies. Although far away in Outland, he formed The Illidari troops also once caused the entire continent of Azeroth to panic. The blood elves and night elves who turned into demon hunters and directly belonged to Stormrage were blinded by the power. They turned their backs on their original camp and knelt Surrendering to evil and greed, for power at all costs, bloodthirsty addiction. They are no longer accepted by the elf society, living in the darkness at the edge of the world all day long."

This concludes our brief overview of Demon Hunter.Looking down, another line of writing that does not belong to the main text is marked at the bottom of this page.It appears to have been added later, with a bold crimson ink as a warning:

"Stay away from demon hunters. They have no soul, no feelings, they are just weapons to live."

①Transformation: Copy the appearance of one item to another item.

② Honey fire wine: a drink with a high alcohol content, "don't drink it next to an open fire."

③Storm Spirits: A type of strong alcohol.

④ Succubus: A kind of demon.Sexy and alluring, powerful and deadly, he is good at using charm to confuse enemies for the purpose of manipulation.

⑤ Quel Razam: Anduin Lothar's sword.

Identity Occupation: Warrior, Rogue, Demon Hunter, Warlock, Hunter, Druid, etc.

Race: Alliance Faction: Night Elf, Human, Draenei, Dwarf, Gnome, etc.Horde camps: blood elves, orcs, tauren, trolls, undead, etc.

Night elves: The first awakened race, worshiping the power of the moon and shadows.Its lifespan can reach tens of thousands of years, and it is powerful, but it hides from the world and has weak reproductive ability.

Blood Elf: The noble class of the night elves - some of the upper elves exiled to the eastern continent, turned to believe in the sun, and became high elves.Most of the high elves then changed their name to blood elves under the leadership of Prince Kael'thas.Because the blood elves lost the protection of the moon god, their complexion turned white, their height became shorter, their stature became thinner, and their lifespan became shorter.

The author has something to say: Night elves and blood elves who become demon hunters and join the Illidari will be treated equally, and there will be no quarrel.However, it is believed that the relationship between night elf demon hunters and ordinary blood elves should still be a rival camp.