Blade Dance

The moonlight sprinkled on the floor through the window, and together with the candlelight on the table, it was like icy snow and warm sunshine.Why snow?He had never seen snow before, he only knew that it must be cold and pure.Also, the snow itself has no color, it is all borrowed.The morning sun gave it gold, the night sky gave it lavender, blood gave it red.

The blue weapon exudes light.The body of the sword is engraved with obscure words, and the unexplainable fluid formed slowly flows along the body of the sword, outlining the sharp outline of the weapon, and covering the whole sword with a layer of eye-catching luster.The blade was extremely sharp, but it felt gentle to him in the hands of the woman in front of him.

He couldn't help reaching out to touch it.

"Be careful."

The woman's hand was pulled back, the blade avoiding his fingertips.He also immediately withdrew his hand, and lowered his head, as timid as if he had made a mistake, and corrected when he knew it.He heard a soft laugh, and the woman pushed the sword forward again.

"After the sacrificial ceremony, you will have your own battle blades. At that time, please ask the high-ranking priest to transform them into this sword."

Her eyes were covered with a dark red cloth.He tried to recall the look of her eyes.Has he ever seen it?Maybe, but he couldn't remember.Forget it, over the past ten years, his appearance has always changed.The appearance changed, but the voice did not.Her voice was as gentle as ever.So tender.

"I'll follow the team to the Blade's Edge Mountains to perform a mission. It won't be long. I'll be back just in time for your ceremony," she said, as if giving out the menu for today's dinner.She pushed the sword forward a little more, motioning for him to take it.He did.The sword body was lighter than imagined, the moment it touched him, the light flowing on it seemed to flow into his body along his hands.He lowered his head to stare at the sword, his eyes drawn by the blue light.Such a soul-stirring experience has never been experienced in any weapon.Everything around him seemed to have escaped into darkness, leaving only that layer of light, shining through his eyes, and then his heart.

"Is this the 'reincarnation' you mentioned?"

"Yes. Wanted you to have it anyway. Both me and your father."

He looked up at the woman.The moonlight streamed into his eyes, reflecting the unforgettable face that he hadn't seen a few times.The woman is also watching him.The corners of the mouth were lifted up in a smile.

"What is a Demon Hunter?"

There was unexpected seriousness in the immature voice.The woman was startled, then laughed, like flowers blooming on her face.

"The Demon Hunters are the blade and shield of Outland and Azeroth. Strong, stoic, and unknown, they have dedicated their lives to fighting the demons. One day, they will drive the Legion from Outland, or wipe it out."

He listened carefully, but still confused.What women say is like abstract shapes and lines, chaotic, empty, distant, incomprehensible.

So he asked again, "Then why should I become a demon hunter?"

"Because this is our mission." The smile on the woman's face faded.

She reached out and stroked his hair.The slender fingers penetrated into the smooth black hair, and the warmth of the palm was transmitted through the hair, all the way to the depths of his heart.

"After joining the Illidari, you will frequently receive missions, participate in battles, and challenge yourself. You may feel tired, or you may feel tired, but no matter when you have companions by your side, you will fight side by side."

She suddenly showed a sweet smile.

"Maybe you will also meet someone who loves you. You will stay with each other in life and death, and you will never feel lonely no matter what."

Her hand slid down to touch his cheek.He closed his eyes, feeling the warm touch.

"The Illidari made me. I'm always grateful. I'm blessed,"

"Especially the moment you show up in this world," she said.

He opened his eyes, put down the sword subconsciously, and held the woman's hand.He stared at her face, as if he could never see enough, as if he wanted to engrave everything about her in his eyes.In this way, in the days to come, no matter where his eyes glanced, she would always appear.

There was a deep layer of happiness hidden in the woman's words, which made him devote himself to exploring it and exploring its root for a very long time afterwards.He longed for that level of happiness.

He pitied that layer of happiness.

mom.

When you deliver "Reincarnation" to me,

Have you foreseen that you will not return?

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The black shadow flew by.The dense night was cut open a small opening, and soon closed again.The demon hunters shuttled through the tall fluorescent mushroom forest, sometimes side by side, and sometimes scattered in all directions, escaping into the forest, leaving only the empty forest land.When they crossed the water, they occasionally painted circles of water patterns on it, bringing fluctuations to the originally static picture.

Cenarion Sanctuary in eastern Zangarmarsh, long empty at such times, is used by the Illidari as a temporary stronghold.People arrived in small groups.Lucas and Roy came straight from Darkswamp Lake. Although they were not the last two to report, they were much later than the stipulated time.

The shelter has a small garrison camp, a command post, a large arsenal, a barren livestock pen, and a sentry post. The infrastructure is fairly complete.Roy and Lucas walked through the camp to the command post in the distance.There are many people, some people cast their eyes on them, some people nod to them, but very few people speak, and all people's actions seem to have integrated into the surrounding environment and become part of the swamp.If the swamp is a breathing organism, their movement is like the expansion of the alveoli.

Lucas stopped outside the command post.Roy glanced at him, then gently pushed the door and walked in.

There is a rectangular wooden table in the middle of the not-so-spacious conference room, and the surroundings are almost full of people.The deputy commander was confirming the battle plan to the captains for the last time. His voice was clear and powerful, spreading to every corner of the room.He undoubtedly spotted Roy who had just walked in, but continued unaffected.

Roy walked in against the wall and stood in the corner.The light was dim, casting a shadow over his face.No one made room for him when he came in, no one spoke to him, hardly anyone looked at him, as if his lateness didn't bother anyone.He knew that this stemmed from the high degree of independence of the Illidari.They work in small groups, but fundamentally they are always alone.No one minds their own business.If you manage too much, it means that your relationship must be higher than that of your peers.

When you see a teammate in danger, you shouldn't feel guilty for not saving him.When you are in danger, no one should come to your rescue.

People followed the voice of the second-in-command, consolidating every detail of the plan in their hearts.

This is something that is repeated several times before each action, and it has long become a habit.High devotion, keep in mind their responsibilities, obey orders, and do all their duties well.Over time, a tacit understanding of heart-to-heart will be formed.

But this time, Roy realized that he couldn't devote himself fully.

His heart was being turned over and over.Like the surface of water lightly touched on the way all the way.Someone kept stepping on it, causing a splash of water or a circle of ripples.Just regained calm, followed by another click.

It's my fault anyway, I'm leaving now.

I don't think we'll see each other again either.

Did it hurt him to meet him?

Every meeting seems to be for a more thorough farewell.But they met again and again, at the Dark Portal, in Zangarmarsh.Therefore, it is no longer enough to just rely on what is in the heart, it must be said with the mouth.Never see you again.It's like putting a stamp on the language, thus ensuring that it will come true.

If true...

No one stayed, not even once.Startled by the changes, but unmoved.

He felt that he had forgotten something, and his heart was stabbed faintly because of it.

She watched him from the embers of the flames, showing a mournful expression.

I thought you wouldn't come back.

"Roy."

"Yes, sir."

"You will serve as the deputy commander of this operation." Kane Sunfury said, "Where I am not, everyone obeys Roy's orders."

"Yes."

The captains gave a unified answer.

"The Legion is not far from here. When the next scout returns, we will set off. Please be prepared and good luck to everyone. Lord Illidan is waiting for our good news."

Kane looked around, scanning everyone's faces.

"Roy, wait a moment."

The captains saluted the deputy commander and quickly walked out of the command post.Roy came out of the shadows in the corner, and when he passed the door, he saw Lucas waiting for him not far away.

The last demon hunter to leave closed the door.The room was silent, only him and Kane Sunfury were left.

Roy walked along the table and stopped two steps in front of the commander.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Kane shook his head, signaling that it didn't matter.He raised his head and stared into Roy's eyes.

"If I am in this battle..."

"That's impossible," Roy interrupted him, "I'm sorry." He immediately realized that his behavior was rude.

A smile flitted across Kane's face.

"I understand what you mean, but listen to me first. According to reports from the scouts, although the legion did not come out in full force this time, they also sent at least three abyss lords. Even if the swamp environment is beneficial to us, this time The battle was also very dangerous. We all understand that there is no need to argue with the facts. And, "

"While that's always been the case, we're fighting alone this time, without any backup," he said.

Roy wanted to speak, but his throat was congested.

"Lord Illidan will recover soon, and the position of deputy commander cannot be vacant. I will fight to the end and try my best to save my life, but if I don't go back this time, he will need you."

Kane Sunfury was still staring into his eyes, but there was a hint of a joke in his tone.

"The command layer needs fresh blood. So please, no matter what method you use, whether you step on the corpse of the demon or use your companions as a shield, you must go back alive. This is an order."

Roy didn't answer, just stared at him.

He knew such a day would come.Since...the battle of Shadowmoon Valley.In the end, the battle where only he and Tina were left was a crucial battle for consolidating the territory of Shadowmoon Valley.He's been aware of the possibility of that day ever since.From the day Tina said "Leave Outland".

She said, because this is our mission.

He felt that he was getting closer to the level of happiness he yearned for.Soon to be within reach.

Therefore, it is necessary to remove all obstacles and ignore all disturbances in order to reach the finish line faster.How can you fall short at the last minute?

The commander is still waiting for his answer, and seems to understand that he needs some time to make a promise and take over this important task. He didn't rush him, but just waited in silence.It takes time to get over the fear, or to calm down the joy, whatever it is, the ending doesn't change.This is an order, he said it before.They never ask each other's opinion, they never have a choice.

Roy met his eyes, with a firm face, as if he had regained his former composure, the composure appreciated by everyone.

"Follow the instructions."

He realized his voice was shaking.

①Blade's Edge Mountains (Blade'sEdgeMountains): A piece of land in Outland.