Blade Dance

Orson's seventh team was ready to fight immediately after receiving the order.

The captain briefly recounted the battle plan, about how to march quickly at night, the distribution of troops, and the weaknesses and vital points of Morg.The team members assembled their weapons, led the horses, and set off.It didn't take long for all the teams to arrive at the northern city gate one after another.

People stand at the junction of the main city and the forest.The darkest night before dawn, just taking a step towards the forest, seems to be choked by the darkness.

Before Orson could find Harlan's figure from the crowd, the soldiers rushed into the night one after another.

The team marched along the main road full of street lamps, and after a while turned around and went straight north.The road was far behind, and the flickering lights soon couldn't catch up with the galloping horses.Night came from all around like a ghost.Orson and Meganhild marched at the rear of the line, gripping the reins, looking at each other and seeing fear in each other's eyes.This fear came from deep inside, and even the sound of horseshoes all around couldn't alleviate it.

The mages lighted the head of their staffs, and the holy white light fainted in the dark forest, shaking slightly with the bumps of the horse's back, illuminating the road ahead limitedly.Hunters continue to shoot flash arrows at suspicious places to detect the enemy's situation.The moment the arrow hit the ground, it shot out a dazzling light, exposing everything in the darkness, and then went out after a few seconds, as if swallowed by the night.The Commander is at the front of the line, but he's not the one at the front.He followed the two blue lights, which pierced the darkness and left behind afterimages, like glowing fish swimming freely in the deep sea, leading the team forward.

"just in front."

Roy said.His voice was very low, and Harlan reined in through the chaotic sound of horses' hooves.The team behind them stopped quickly.The breathing of the soldiers and the sound of "咴咴" from the horse echoed one after another in the silent forest.The staff's light illuminated a small area around them, and the hunters stopped firing arrows.There was darkness ahead of the team.

"I can't see it," said Harlan.

"Four people, straight ahead, about a hundred yards, coming towards us."

Harlan turned his gaze to the two still lights.They are always within easy reach.

"Can they see it?"

"Yes, night is like day to the devil."

"To you too?"

A moment of silence.

"No, I can barely see clearly, more based on experience."

Harlan nodded in the dark.

"So the enemy has seen us."

"Yes."

The commander stretched out his hand to hold the long sword, and suddenly let go of it.

"Lend me the war blade—"

Before he finished speaking, a war blade was handed over.Harlan took the blade and held it high.The restless voice suddenly weakened.All eyes were on the sword in the commander's hand.

Orson stared at the sword, his mind blank.

The blade fell sharply, pointing straight ahead.The sound of horseshoes sounded like rolling thunder.Several flashing arrows shot out to the sky ahead, the dazzling light tore through the darkness, illuminating all the demons not far away.

Orson charged with the team, passing the commander who remained in place from a distance from one side.Beside Harlan stood another man, each with the same sword.

He cast his gaze straight ahead, concentrating on the fight.

The four teams soon surrounded the regiment soldiers layer by layer.The druid's vines rose from the ground and entangled Mo'arg's feet.The demon let out a roar, waved the cutter and electric drill in his hand, and rushed towards the caster.The others immediately stopped them with a rain of attacks.Shouts, the sound of charging, and the neighing of horses were intertwined, and the flames flickered on and off, shattering the silence and darkness together.

Harlan returned the warblade to Roy, and focused on the battle scene in front of him.

Although it can't be compared with the soldiers of the coalition army, Mo'arg still has agility that should not be possessed by such a huge body.Giant killing machines are more in line with their known fighting style of brute force.Cutters and electric drills are operating rapidly in both hands, and they are used alternately. They have cut off countless heads in front of the gate of Hellfire Citadel, piercing flesh and blood.But at this moment, they swallowed spells, blocked arrows, collided with metal, and sparked dazzling sparks.

Because of the difference in size and strength, the melee attacks of stalkers, warriors, knights, and even demon hunters are obviously weak when facing mo'arg.The long-range attacks of hunters, warlocks, especially druids and mages have a significant advantage.Druids trapped them with vines, and mages used slow spells to hinder their movements, so hunters and warlocks could take advantage of them and hit their vitals.

The darkness dissipated slowly, and the dawn was approaching, and the grass and trees emerged in front of my eyes.Dawn brings hope, and the soldiers grow stronger with each battle.In a short while, two mo'args had already been hit in vital parts, and their hands were gradually unable to resist.Victory will come with the dawn.The mo'arg who fought Orson's team was the largest and probably the leader of this team.Orson felt that the arrows he shot were like toys, even if they hit the target, they would be useless.Meganhild's spells, too, are like tickling a demon, and often miss.But no one slacked off. This was a protracted battle. They all believed that the devil in front of them would always be exhausted.

At this moment, Morg let out an earth-shattering roar.The howling sound hurt people's eardrums, and Orson's bow hand trembled, and the arrow missed.

"Back off!"

Mo'arg in front of him suddenly broke free from the shackles of the vines, those vines full of thorns strangled blood and pulled out flesh on his hands and feet, but they were still broken.The freed demon is like a ferocious wild beast. He no longer prioritizes protecting his vitals, but slashes wildly in all directions without any rules.The team was thrown into disarray, and people started to retreat.As soon as Meganhild stood still, she was about to cast the spell again. Morg saw her and was about to rush towards her immediately.Warlock can only back away again to open the distance.

"careful!"

However, the Morg did not move on.

Orson felt his muscles tense.

"Stop him!"

The demon turned and charged at the commander.

The huge beast trampled on the ground and sprinted, unstoppable, the ground trembled violently, and the leaves rustled.With little time to react, Harlan drew his longsword.But under the cover of night, Mo'arg rushed over faster than he expected, raising the cutter above his head.Harlan's horse reared in fright, kicking its front legs frantically.He cursed in his heart, gripping the reins tightly.At this moment, he was hit hard, fell off the horse, and fell into the nearby grass.

The cutter split the horse in half, and its shrill neighing ran through the night.

In the chaos, Harlan only heard someone swearing in his ear, and then the strength in his body disappeared.Morgo had already charged towards this side, with a powerful sweep, followed by a loud bang of weapons colliding, Harlan saw Roy fall back as soon as he stood up.Almost at the same time, the flying drill pierced down from directly above him.Everything is too fast.When he raised the sword in his hand to block it, the drill bit had pierced into his left arm, stirring the flesh inside, and the blood splashed out like water splashes. He let out a cry of pain, feeling that the left half of his body had been paralyzed by severe pain.

The next moment, the war blade cut off Morgo's arm, and the severed arm flew out with the electric drill.Only the Cutter was left, and it collided with the two Warblades again.The faint blue light surged rapidly.

Dripping sweat blurred his vision, and Harlan opened his mouth wide to inhale, trying to relieve the pain with a deep breath.He grabbed his left wrist and kept shaking.Hot liquid came out from the left shoulder, and the smell of blood quickly spread, and the left arm seemed to have been severed from the body.

Morg's severed arm was also bleeding, but he didn't seem to notice it himself.Roy raised his warblade over his head and was in a stalemate with the demon.The tines of the cutter were caught by the blade, making a harsh and harsh sound because it could not continue to operate.Soon, Roy's arms began to tremble.

Harlan realizes that his wounds are only just healing and his strength is limited.He's backing away, little by little.

Behind Morg, coalition soldiers rushed over.

"Druid! Arm!"

the commander yelled.

Then, Harlan stood up suddenly, and stabbed the long sword into Morg's abdomen with great speed.The demon let out a roar, and with a sudden force in his hand, the warblade was forced back, and then slid away from the cutter.Morg was about to swing the cutter at Harlan when vines wrapped around his remaining arm.The spikes pierced into the flesh and imprisoned the tendons.Harlan drew his sword forcefully and took a step back.Almost at the same time, Roy jumped up and stabbed the war blade into Morgo's heart.

The surrounding forest has turned light gray, the moon is hidden and the stars are hidden, everything has become clear.The gigantic demon crashed to the ground, its face showing a horrifying hideousness.The back of the corpse was full of arrows, and the body was covered with scars caused by spells.

This is the last legionnaire.All teams are rushing back.In the dim light, Orson eagerly searched for Harlan.He soon saw the commander standing in front of the demon's corpse, staring at the corpse motionlessly, as if in a daze.His shoulders heaved violently, and on his left arm was a fist-sized blood puddle. Blood flowed down his arm and dripped from his fingertips.Orson felt a chill.He immediately ran towards Harlan.Since the last time he injured his left leg, running always caused pain, but he still ran at the top.

But someone arrived before him.

The man stood next to Harlan, covering half of his body.That happened almost instantly.Orson stopped abruptly.

The demon hunter unbuttoned his leather armor, tore his clothes and pressed the wound.Harlan seemed to be awakened suddenly, gasping for air in pain.The man immediately relaxed his movements. He quickly wrapped the wound tightly, tore off another piece of cloth, took Harlan's hand, and wiped the blood off his fingertips.Harlan looked at him, and the latter stopped and turned to meet his gaze.

Then he suddenly stretched out his hand and gently scratched the bridge of his nose.

Harlan froze for a moment, then laughed helplessly.

"Orson?"

The hunter turned his head subconsciously.Megan Hilde was standing next to him, looking at him suspiciously.

"You didn't even hear me when I called you?"

When he turned his head again, the demon hunter was gone.Only coalition soldiers remained around the commander.

"Is the commander injured... why are you standing here?"

Orson's eyes searched tirelessly around Harlan, but found nothing.

"Did you see that man too?"

Hunter's voice was a little strange, like fingernails scratching glass.Megan froze for a moment, the confusion on his face became more obvious.

"The demon hunter? I saw him. Thanks to him for showing us the way this time."

"It's him."

"what?"

"The man he rescued."

Orson's voice became lower and lower, and finally became almost a whisper, as if speaking only for himself.

Megan Hilde looked at him.

"This... didn't we already know?"

Orson didn't answer.

In front of them, the crowd had already dispersed, and everyone got on their horses.A druid gave up his horse to the commander, and jumped onto his teammate's horse.

Orson suddenly turned his head and looked into Megan's eyes.Such blunt, aggressive eyes pierced straight over, and Megan Hilde was taken aback for a moment, but after seeing Orson's eyes clearly, she felt a burst of loss.Orson was not looking at her.In other words, at this moment, anyone who stood in front of him would receive the same gaze.

"I'm one step too late."

"It can't be too late. It's too late," Orson said.

"Orson—"

"There is nothing more important than being alive. And the Illidari is death."

Megan stared at him, feeling as if she had stepped on the top of a whirling cloud.Then he fell, falling helplessly to the ground.Orson's black eyes were like two pools of bottomless black water at the moment, making fear arise spontaneously.

Is it because of the war?

"Orson,"

She looked into those eyes and her voice trembled.

"I don't know what's going on. I... I don't know what to do. 'Please calm down' sounds like a particle right now. I just wish you...could you..."

She involuntarily grabbed Orson's wrist.The sharp bones are hard and powerful, and the steady pulse beats under the fingertips.

"Can you wait a little longer? Think again? Let time tell us the best way. I'm so scared right now, I can't seem to catch you."

There were shouts from teammates in the distance, and almost everyone was ready to go back to the city.

Orson suddenly stretched out his hand to support Megan Hilde's head, leaned over and pressed a light kiss on her forehead.

He looked at Megan's blank eyes and showed a gentle smile.The light of dawn streamed into the dark eyes.

"You don't need to catch me, I won't leave you. Don't worry, I'm fine." He said softly, "I won't let anything happen to anyone."