Blade Dance

Chapter 2

The demon hunter was unmoved.He knelt on the ground and looked up at Harlan, motionless.

If those eyes were still intact, his gaze could probably cut anything to pieces at this moment.

Even though the eyes were firmly covered by the black cloth belt, Harlan could feel the sight.Like a sharp weapon, and like a raging fire, he couldn't help but think of the time when he first met the other party.In the twilight-filled bushes, they looked at each other briefly, and he thought he saw some subtle emotions.If the eyes hadn't lost their cover, or he wanted to look subconsciously, those emotions might have been forever forgotten in those eyes.

It's just that there's only one chance like that.Since the demon hunter's eyes were re-blindfolded, he can't see much anymore.

He bent down and put the warblade on the ground in front of the demon hunter, and turned to check the corpse left by the fierce battle just now.Those were two other demon hunters, a man and a woman.The man's name is Felix, and the woman's name seems to be Tina.They are all night elves.

He approached Felix.This person was pierced through the heart by the sword of "Samsara", while his own war blade cut into the opponent's left rib at the same time.A close call to the end, Harlan thought.Just go faster and go deeper, and now there are three corpses on the ground.At this time, Felix's body was completely cold, and there was a dead silence under the cloth that covered his eyes.

He turned to Tina.

In the previous battle, his iron sword was severed by Tina's war blade, and there was a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth.There was no chance of escaping at all, the beast-like massacre weapon was in front of him in an instant, and it was about to cut into his throat.At the very moment, a war blade swirled from the right rear, and the blue light flashed rapidly, approaching Tina's left shoulder.The woman pulled back abruptly.At the same time, Harlan discarded the broken sword, drew out the dagger, stepped forward the next moment the blue light passed by, and stabbed the blade into the demon hunter's heart.

Then □□, brought out a string of splashed blood beads.The woman let out a suppressed cry of pain.

As soon as he backed away, the two war blades in Tina's hand collided at his original position, making a loud noise of piercing clouds and cracking rocks.It was undoubtedly a devastating blow, but it fell through.

Harlan knelt down beside Tina and held out his hand.

Breathing weakly, the hole in her chest was still dripping with blood.The demon hunter's cheeks were completely pale, and his face was full of dying pain.Harlan stared at the position of her eyes, which was a purple cloth belt made of silk.

She didn't turn into a demon in the end, was she giving in?

He drew his dagger and quickly cut Tina's throat.

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Roy woke up five days later.

It's not that the injury is serious, it's just that he hasn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

No matter how much people resent demon hunters, they will not dare to violate the sanctity of the church.Half asleep and half awake, he listened to the sound of the doctor opening and closing the door, the footsteps of the deacons walking in the corridor, and occasional whispers. This was a kind of tranquility that had not been seen for a long time.In these subtle movements, he also heard some interesting gossip.The price of binoculars makes the rest of the senses extra sharp, and the voice of conversation that people think is as low as mosquitoes and flies is actually like ringing rings in his ears.

One of the protagonists of the rumor is naturally the demon hunter who suddenly appeared in the city, and the other is the person who brought him back.

The blood elves, warriors, residents of Shattrath City, and his skinning techniques seem to be quite skilled.That's all Roy knows.

However, it was the first time he encountered an ordinary person who could look directly into the demon hunter's eyes without any scruples.Their eyes were scorched by fel energy during the sacrificial ritual, and then took the form of fel flames, which could cause inadvertent damage to comrades when exposed.And the guy still looked at him repeatedly after he gave the warning, and he didn't know if he was injured because of it.

Never looked at people like that before.

Since the day he became a demon hunter, his eyes have been tied with cloth bands.Over time, the cloth belt has become a part of the body.Without a cloth to cover his eyes, he is like a soldier with his armor removed, with all the vitals of his body exposed.And that person's gaze, just for a few seconds when the gaze met, Roy also felt that he was about to be penetrated by that gaze.Rather than worrying about the other party's eyes being burned, it is better to say that he subconsciously wants to avoid such gazes.

When he woke up at noon that day, his eyes had been covered with black cloth belts again.He returned to that familiar field of vision again.

He stretched out his hand to his side, without "reincarnation".He sat up immediately, the unhealed injury being affected by the sudden movement.But he ignored the pain, and quickly scanned the room, corridors, and even three or five nearby rooms with ghost vision ①, but there was still no trace of the war blade.

At this time, the door was gently pushed open, and a deacon appeared at the door with a water basin.The next moment, she let out an exclamation, and quickly backed out.

After a while, the doctor walked in with two heavily armed soldiers.The doctor is human, and the two soldiers are draenei.The doctor walked in front, and her eyes turned to Roy, and she glanced quickly.

"you're awake."

Roy returned a bright smile.

"When I checked this morning, your injury is almost healed. I guess you are about to wake up." She turned sideways and took a step aside, "This is the commander of the main city guard, Restalan .He has some questions for you to answer."

Roy nodded meekly.The captain of the guard didn't seem to intend to ask for his permission either, so he moved a chair and sat down in front of the bed while the doctor was still talking.

The doctor stepped aside.Another soldier, who appeared to be a civilian, produced a pen and paper.From time to time, he glanced at Roy timidly, and quickly looked back, trembling.

The commander wore dark gray heavy armor, and every move he made was accompanied by the clanging sound of metal collisions.He wears a huge sword that looks very much like Muramasa in terms of shape and build, but Roy has trouble determining.He is not interested in famous swords, and the only thing he knows is "reincarnation".Perhaps because of Draenei's racial advantage, Commander Restalaan has a face that is very suitable for the needs of his profession. He can put on a ferocious expression when needed, which acts as a deterrent.Like now.

Roy adjusted his sitting posture slightly, trying to make himself look respectful and harmless to humans and animals.

"your name?"

"Roy LaGloss."

His voice was hoarse, and he cleared his throat.

"Race?"

"Night Elf."

"Profession?"

"Demon Hunter."

"Why come to Shattrath?"

Roy fell silent.

A neutral main city has always meant free entry and exit for the Alliance and the Horde, and the guards will not be idle enough to care about the reasons for everyone to enter the city.He needs to answer this question only because of his status as a demon hunter.In fact, demon hunters are aware of their status in the eyes of the Alliance and the Horde, so they have always avoided towns.Loose and tolerant tribes sometimes embrace them, while the alliance of order and justice always frowned at their presence.Neutral towns are a matter of luck.

"Why did you come to Shattrath?" the commander emphasized.

"I was injured." Roy explained earnestly, "My companion and I entered the Terokkar Forest while chasing the remnants of the legion, but were ambushed by enemy soldiers shortly afterwards. A team of five, three Killed, one missing. I hid in the eastern bush and was rescued."

He hoped it was a concrete, satisfying answer.Commander Restalan frowned when he heard the word "Legion", but didn't ask much.The soldiers on the side immediately showed a terrified expression, looking at Roy and then at the officer, their writing hands trembled a little.

"What is your relationship with Harlan Anthenar?"

Roy tilted his head, expressing his confusion.

"Blood Elf warrior, citizen of Shattrath, son of the owner of Dragonhawk Inn. Silver hair and blue eyes." Restalan gestured, "Bringing you into the city five days ago."

"It doesn't matter." Roy replied unhurriedly, "I've never seen him before. I don't know his name, I don't know his identity, and I don't know that he lives in Shattrath City, and now I don't even remember his face."

Restalan stared at him intently, as if trying to cut him open with his eyes.

However, facing the black cloth belt and the innocent and calm expression on his face, he couldn't find anything suspicious in the end.

"What are you going to do next?"

The blatant intention of chasing guests.

Roy said respectfully: "Leave as soon as you recover and go find my companion."

The commander nodded expressionlessly and looked away.He made a gesture to the soldiers on the side, got up and was about to leave.

"Wait, where is my weapon?"

As soon as the words came out, Roy regretted it.

The commander really cast a contemptuous look.

"It will be given to you when you want to leave." He replied coldly, and then strode out of the room.

After the people in the room left one after another, Roy heaved a sigh of relief and fell back on the bed.He looked at the ceiling aimlessly, rubbing the scars on his body with his fingers.They were all wrapped in bandages, and there was a sharp pain when pressed lightly.One of the wounds extended from the abdomen to the chest, and a few more cuts could completely split the body.

That was Tina's Glaive.

It is impossible for the soldiers of the legion to have such power, at least it is impossible to cause such intensive and lethal damage to the demon hunter.He just lied.There has never been any ambushes of the enemy, only the betrayal of comrades.Everything happened too fast, and before he could react, Felix had already plunged the sharp knife into Gal's throat.The blood spurted out, and Cal stared at the traitor until the last moment, trying to speak, but only coughed a few times, causing more blood to flow out of his throat.

Lucas didn't know where he went, but luckily escaped.

As the captain, Roy was the key target of the two traitors.He still can't believe this mutiny.Such a meticulous plan, so that no one has noticed the clues before.Or do they trust their teammates too much?He remembered that he had to block the next attack that was desperate, and retreated steadily, and finally he was forced to transform into a demon.

At least at that time, he couldn't do it with the sharp blade that was originally aimed at the enemy.Thinking of the scene at that time, the despair that hung on the thread came from the people who fought side by side, and the wounds on the body seemed to be stinging and sinking into the flesh and blood.Trust being trampled on, and the loneliness it brings, that feeling, as if a part of the body is taken away, and the rest is thrown into the endless darkness, waiting to perish.Helplessness, pain, and loneliness are always taking advantage of the void.For those who are afraid of darkness, this is undoubtedly an abyss that opens its mouth to swallow everything.

But he was used to the darkness.

Walk and survive in the dark, using the darkness as your shield.Here one loses sight of fear, loses sight of all fragile feelings.

When he realized that he was trying to find something from the empty gray-white ceiling, the index finger of his left hand inadvertently pressed hard into a wound on his right rib.The excruciating pain immediately caused a cold sweat all over his body, he couldn't help taking a breath, and he could even feel the wound bleeding again.

They will definitely not let him go, maybe they are guarding somewhere in the forest, waiting for another chance to kill him completely.

Betrayal cannot be forgiven.Traitors must be executed.He felt his whole body recharged with strength and intact.

Light blue eyes suddenly swept over.

A casual glance, perhaps, but still lingering too long to bear.So he turned his head away, and the other party's eyes quickly turned elsewhere.

Like a flash of light, piercing the darkness in an instant.

In the afterimage left by the fleeting light, the fragmented darkness is agitated in the depths, trying to reunite and condense again, becoming indestructible.

But in this quiet chaos, he heard an imperceptible sound of impact.

①Ghost vision: You can see things behind obstacles (such as walls) for a short time, but the vision is blurred.