Blade Dance

The author has something to say: Chapter 30 guiding copywriting

The gloomy and gloomy sky was obviously just an ordinary afternoon, but it seemed like the end of the world.It was impossible to see the outline of the clouds in the gray sky, and it was impossible to see the sunlight through the gaps.The particularly gloomy weather ruined people's good mood and made their depressed mood worse.

There were not many guests in the Dragon Eagle Hotel, but almost all of the only people sat there from morning to afternoon.They exuded an aura of resentment all over them, and they drew a prison for their masters. The trapped people didn't want to come out, and they didn't let anyone get close.Joanna leaned lazily on the counter, watching the unhappy people in the store stick to the seats like wet clay in the rain, feeling helpless.Why can alcohol relieve depression?She remembered that Harlan loved fire wine, and he used to drink a glass almost every night.And she herself was never dependent on alcohol or tobacco.Sex was the better route, for her.Maybe now it's time to ask Harlan if his preferences have changed.Drunkenness makes people forget their sorrows for a short time, but not everyone is successful.This kind of evasive behavior may be more like burying emotions and ignoring them, and at the same time, it needs to be measured properly.Too much of the anesthetic made from mana thistle can be fatal, and too little can turn the sharp pain into a fine, slow torture, another kind of torment.

So you shouldn't choose to escape and hide from the beginning.

Those people who spent patience to freeze their hearts layer by layer finally started to leave one by one.Perhaps they are also afraid that if they continue like this, they will really forget all their vivid perceptions in the numbness given by alcohol.When the first thunderclap sounded outside the window, there was only one woman left in the hotel, sitting in the corner near the door.Joanna remembered she ordered a pitcher of Dark Iron.The troll's drinking capacity should not be underestimated?Her name was Megan Hilde, Joanna remembered.Perhaps a similar name.They met a few times, because she often visited with Orson, or was part of a whole team of them.But today she is alone.

The proprietress walked over very naturally and sat down opposite the giant magician.

"Hey."

She showed a charming smile.

"Hello. I'm Joanna, the owner here. It's a pleasure to meet you a few times," her eyes flickered on Megan's face, "when you came with Orson."

The person on the opposite side picked up the wine glass and stopped at his mouth, raised his eyelids and looked at the blood elf.There was a haze of drunkenness in the beautiful brown eyes.She stared at Joanna, frowning slightly, obviously thinking about it.After a while, she put down her glass.

"Hello. I'm sorry to say hello to you so late. In fact, I often hear Orson talking about you."

Megan's voice was hoarse and quiet.If it weren't for the unrestrained alcoholism in those eyes, Joanna would never have believed that she had been drinking from morning to afternoon.After Megan finished speaking, she seemed to realize that she forgot to give her name, and added: "Megan Hilde."

The blood elf laughed.

"Really? Orson used to talk about me? What did he say?"

"Say you're beautiful and kind."

Joanna laughed again.The emerald green eyes are dazzling, like two rare glass stones.Megan Hilde also smiled, but it only stayed for a very short time.Joanna leaned over to grab a wine glass from the table next to her, and poured herself a glass of wine unceremoniously.She drank the spirits in one gulp and made a happy expression.The green eyes, smiling, stared straight at Meghanhild.

"Orson also mentioned you to me," Joanna said meaningfully. "You seem to be the only female friend he and I have taken the initiative to mention."

Megan froze for a moment, then showed a bitter smile.

"maybe."

She took a sip of her drink, then laughed again.

"But I can't touch him at all."

Thunder rumbled from the distant sky, and large cumulonimbus clouds seemed to be sinking slowly, pressing unstoppably towards the central city.Megan Heard hesitated, then said:

"I can't see him clearly, like he said he can't see Harlan clearly. How many times, no matter how hard I try, he can't hear me."

"Harlan? What does this have to do with the Commander?"

"I don't know. What do you think?"

Joanna stared at her.Meganhild looked away, with a complicated expression on her face.At this time, a deafening thunder exploded in the sky, as if it was about to shatter the entire city.At the same time, they subconsciously cast their gazes out of the window.The next moment, the torrential rain came suddenly, like the prelude to the coming of the evil god.Raindrops hit the window heavily, then rolled down, quickly blurring the view outside the window.People on the street started running, some hid under the eaves, some rushed into the hotel.The door of the hotel is always open, especially in this weather, for the convenience of those who take shelter from the rain.The rush of rainwater filled my head.The cold wind blew in with the rain, wet the ground at the door.Joanna turned her head to look at the door, and a group of patrol soldiers also ran in. Two of them were cursing, and according to the weapons they carried, they seemed to be stalkers and soldiers.Joanna vaguely heard words such as "forest", "bad weather", and "Zangarmarsh" and "Nagrand", so she guessed that they might not be the citizens of Shattrath.Since the battle of Hellfire Citadel, many outsiders have returned with most of the Allied forces from Shattrath.They were recruited into the army, and then started to build the city defenses, and few of them have returned until now.

There were more and more people standing at the door, and people began to squeeze into the hotel.Someone opened the seat and sat down, cleaning the raindrops on the clothes with a single heart.But no one seemed to want something, so Joanna sat down with Meghan Heard anyway.The latter had already turned a blind eye to his surroundings, and just continued to drink gulp after gulp, as if the sound of rain and the suddenly noisy human voices became the best background music.Joanna's eyes lingered on the group of coalition soldiers for a while, and one of them turned his head to look around. Their eyes met for a moment, and then stayed at the same time.Joanna realizes she's seen him, with Harlan.

She withdrew her gaze and looked at Megan Hilde again.

"They've been friends since childhood," she said.

Megan raised her head, as if she didn't understand what she said.

"I mean Harlan and Orson, they—"

"Yes, that's exactly the problem."

Joanna froze.Meganhild ran her fingertips along the rim of the glass, wiping off the top layer of wine.She stared into the cup with a melancholy, even painful expression.

"A well-cultivated Monroe flower is infested by pests, and you are used to its beauty. What will you do?"

"Kill the pests."

"Will you still accept the broken petals afterwards?"

Joanna didn't answer.

Meghan Hield said: "I thought about this question. But I didn't come up with an answer. If someone or something I loved deeply changed, what would I do? Give up or try to change? If I choose to change, to what extent? "

She took a deep breath and buried her face in her palms.

"My mother killed my father because he had a change of heart. But she became very fragile afterwards, and she didn't seem to get a satisfactory result at all, as if she killed a part of herself."

She was really drunk.

"Megan—"

Someone at the table at the door waved to Joanna, who seemed to be in need.Joanna glanced up and ignored it.

"Meganshield, the situation is too different." She stared at the warlock's heart, and realized that her voice was shaking, "Everyone is different."

The warlock looked up at her.Joanna looked into her brown eyes, and the emotion in those eyes was like a young deer eating grass in the jungle suddenly looked up and was at a loss when he saw the flying arrow feathers.Joanna froze for a moment.

Meghan Heard said: "If so, why are you terrified?"

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He stood on a piece of brown-red earth.Corpses were strewn around the feet, and indescribable lumpy objects spread into a sea of ​​limbs and arms, but there was not a single drop of blood in sight.Demons, orcs, humans, elves...the corpses of almost every race can be seen, piled up without distinction.

He looked around.The body seemed to be out of control, mechanical and stiff.His eyes scanned back and forth like the searchlights of a lighthouse, and then he began to tremble, the muscles on his face twitched, and his heart began to beat faster.

A figure not far away was walking towards him.That figure was so familiar, it was impossible for him to forget it.

It approached slowly, stiffly, like a broken machine.Holding a long sword in one hand, a huge hole is cut in the center of the chest, through which the scene behind it can be seen.The lieutenant colonel stared at him with blank eyes.The moment he met the lieutenant colonel's eyes, fear spread into his limbs, eroded his brain, and stretched his spine.He felt a sudden tense of muscles all over his body, prompting him to move his legs.But there were corpses piled up all around, and it was impossible to take a step forward.

escape.

He staggered as if in a swamp, stumbling and flailing his arms in search of balance.At one point, as if stepping on something round, he uttered a cry and nearly slipped, his fingertips brushing an upturned hand.He ran for a long time, very far, until he saw the clean red land.Like a grand firework exploding in his heart, he couldn't think of anything more beautiful than the scene in front of him.Houses, gardens, fortresses, cities?No, nothing is more like paradise than this barren soil of nothing.

At this moment, the ankle felt cold.

He looked down sharply, a bony hand clutching his ankle.Immediately afterwards, the other hand grabbed his calf, and the sharp nails immediately dug into his flesh, and a tingling sensation suddenly came, causing him to frown in pain.He turned his head subconsciously, facing a pair of pale eyes.No pupils, no irises, just two white patches.With a yell, he fell to the ground, moved his body backwards frantically, kicked his legs wildly, desperately trying to break free from the restraints on his feet.But unexpectedly, the hands on his legs were suddenly loosened, allowing him to back away.The boy who had tried to catch him was motionless, just staring at him with those dead eyes, as if just trying to get his attention, with an innocent and innocent expression on his face.For some reason, he also stopped, not trying to retreat.As if possessed, he was locked in place by those eyes, his limbs were weak, and he couldn't use his strength to get up.

The lips on that face suddenly squirmed, making a strangely shifting sound.Not through the air, but directly in his mind.

"Sir, please come back with reinforcements."

Herman opened his eyes, and the prison clothes were drenched in cold sweat.The rough cloth clings to the skin, thick and stuffy.The cold feeling made his limbs stiff, and there was a roar in his mind, as if a heavy hammer was hitting his skull repeatedly.Sweat slid into his eyes, causing a pang of soreness and blurring his vision.He raised his hand and kept rubbing his eyes, only to realize that his hand was shaking.

Thick night filled the cell.There is no moonlight tonight.

Be sure to come back with reinforcements.

He stopped abruptly, his knuckles still resting on the corners of his eyes.

He obviously couldn't remember that face, what appeared in the dream... was it an illusion?

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and the iron chain shook lightly.The sleeve, which was already stained, became wet and looked like a blackened and moldy rag.

Father is right.He has thought about this question countless times, so that now when he thinks about it, he can directly draw a conclusion without even having to think about it again.He has been entrusted with a responsibility that does not concern him.Azeroth and Outland are basically two worlds, connected by an unstable portal of darkness.Only those with excess curiosity would want to go through that door and go to another world to see what happened.The boy who spoke to him may not even know his identity, so why should he think that he can bring reinforcements to Outland?

He said this because he didn't want his teammates to sacrifice in vain.

Herman looked up at the window on the top, the sky was pitch black, and a handful of stars shone faintly.

He stood up suddenly, and his weak legs forced him to reach out to support the wall.He froze for a long time until the blood in his legs began to flow rapidly again.He dragged the chain, walked towards the iron railing of the cell step by step, and then slammed the chain in his hand against the railing.

"Come on!"

The crisp humming rolled over and over again, echoing throughout the prison.

"Come on!"

"Come on people!"

He knew that someone was watching over him all the time.Even in prison, he is "superior".All his father restricted was his actions, not even his identity.Soon, a jailer came running with a torch.

"What are you doing? Do you know what time it is?"

The firelight reflected the jailer's face.He looked young, with a bleary-eyed look of pent-up anger.Herman grabbed the chain to stop the tremor, and nodded apologetically to the young jailer.

"Please help me send a message to the warden Maiev Shadowsong," he said, "I am willing to help her."