Blade Dance

Harlan stared at the string of blood beads for a long time, until they drew several winding blood trails on the window.A ferocious scarlet flowed out from the viscous liquid, gradually filling the entire field of vision.Until the window sills, tables and chairs, walls, and floors, everything turned red, and the eyes were stabbed by the red.

"I'll go take a look." Roy's voice sounded behind him.Harlan didn't notice when he took the Glaive in his hand.

Like a gust of wind, Roy walked past him.Harlan subconsciously reached out to grab him, but missed.He wanted to call Roy to stop, but in the end no sound came out.At least there won't be groups of legionnaires outside. Roy must already know what's outside the door.Yes, he can see, so there should be no danger, he thought.

But inexplicably, he realized that at that moment, it wasn't just Roy's hand that he grabbed.

The thick wooden door opened with a "squeak", and moonlight poured into the room, accompanied by a strong smell of blood.Roy blocked the door, and Harlan couldn't immediately see what was outside, but he heard a voice.It was the sound of heavy and strenuous breathing, exhaling and inhaling like a loose ocean tide, flooding the shoal many times, but never reaching a higher place.He felt his heartbeat speeding up suddenly, and couldn't help but squeezed his palms and walked towards the door.Just then Roy stepped through the door.

It's Lixal.

Harlan's eyes widened suddenly.

The huge beast was covered in blood, lying on its side on the ground and struggling to breathe.Its abdomen rose and fell violently, and each time it retracted, more blood flowed out from the bruises all over its body.The gravel beneath him had long been soaked red, like the blood-stained rose petals outside the Valley of the Four Winds mills.

Roy knelt in front of Lixar, stretched out his hands but didn't know what to do.He saw his hands trembling, and the painful breathing of the evil bat echoed in his ears, cutting his heart like a blade.Lixal couldn't be hurt like this.Nobody could get Rixar this far.why does it-

"Roy."

He looked up suddenly.Harlan held needle and thread, bandages, alcohol, and mana thistle. "Treat the wound quickly."

The sound was like a cool spring water, activating his nerves, and Roy reacted suddenly.He took the tools from Harlan and set about treating the felbat's wounds.Harlan knelt down beside him, helping him without a word.

They were busy in silence, not even making eye contact.Only the sound of Lixar's dying breath was left, piercing the silence of the night.They rinsed the wound with alcohol, sewed up the large cracks, applied herbs, and then bandaged them. The movements became smoother and faster, a race against time.In the middle of the journey, Lixar repeatedly struggled violently because of the pain, and Roy could only hold it down with all his strength.He stroked its neck carefully and hissed softly in its ear, and then Lixar calmed down a little.

Sweat soaked their clothes, and there were mottled blood.

When the last wound was about to be bandaged, Harlan handed over the knife used to cut the bandage to Roy.

"I'm going to get towels and water."

"it is good."

He stood up and Roy looked up at him.

"Thank you."

Harlan froze.

"fine."

After he left, Roy sat back on the ground, as if his spine had been jerked away.He subconsciously covered his face, only smelling blood on his hands, and his eyes were scarlet.He couldn't help cursing, clenching his fists as if to crush the scarlet.Just then, Lixar's eyes opened.

He peered into the beast's eyes through his fingers.The dark green pupils are cloudy and dim, like two peridots covered with spider silk.Lixar stared at him motionlessly, and did not look away for a long time.

He leaned forward and reached out to touch the back of the evil bat's ear.

Harlan scrubbed the blood off his hands vigorously, then lowered his head and splashed cool water on his face.Until the fishy smell filling his chest was washed away, he put his hands on the edge of the pool, staring at the continuous water flow in the pool to form a small vortex and disappear into the drain hole.He just stood by the pool like this, and he didn't seem to care that someone was waiting for him to go back.

He picked up the wooden basin from the ground to catch the water, pulled a towel off the shelf, and stood by the sink again to watch the water in the basin gradually fill up.

When walking back with the basin in hand, he stopped in front of the weapons rack.The place where the war blade was originally placed was empty, only the familiar sword was left.A turquoise gleam illuminated the daggers and knives with horn hilts on the upper tier, and the bows and arrows hanging on the wall behind the shelves.

Harlan suddenly put the water basin on the table beside him, walked straight to the weapon rack, and reached out to grab the hilt of the "Samsara" sword.He didn't pick up the sword, but just gripped the cold hilt tightly, holding it with all his strength until his arms trembled and his fingers gradually lost strength.

catch.He caught it.

Got it?

Roy stood up immediately when he heard footsteps approaching behind him.He took the basin from Harlan's hand, his eyes swept over his face.The slightly pale skin was stained with tiny drops of water, shining brightly in the moonlight.Harlan didn't meet his eyes, just wrung out the towel in the basin, then approached the evil bat, knelt down and gently wiped the stains on its body.Lixal was awake, her green eyes turned to Harlan, then to Roy, then back to Harlan.Then, it turned over as if nothing had happened, crawled on its chest and belly, and let out a long breath from its nostrils.

Roy squatted down beside Harlan, and put the water basin on the ground, with his Warblade beside him.

"I might be away for a while."

Harlan paused, but resumed quickly.I thought that Roy would go on and tell the reason for leaving, where he was going, what he was doing, and when he would come back.But the people around him were silent for a long time, so long that Harlan glanced at him imperceptibly.

"Lucas is dead."

Lixar let out a low growl, and at the same time her body twitched violently.It turned its head sharply, revealing its sharp fangs, and killing intent gushed out of its deep pupils.

Roy grabbed Harlan's wrist and moved away, while holding Lixal's neck with the other hand.

Rixar glared at Harlan, snorted heavily, glanced at Roy again, then turned her head away.

"I'm sorry," Harlan said stiffly.

Roy felt his wrist still shaking.He took the towel from between his cuffed knuckles and threw it into the basin beside him.The water splashed, and bloodshots scattered in the water, like a thin red yarn.

Harlan stared at the beast in front of him, his whole body tensed up.

"The Temple of Darkness has been captured, and the Illidari retreated to the Dragonhou Fortress." Roy's voice sounded like broken rotten wood, "Master Illidan guarded the last line of defense to stall for time, and ordered the remaining people to perform the last task.

"Kane sent me a letter, he knew I was alive, he knew I was here. He said Lucas didn't tell him, but he saw it. He knew it wasn't what Lucas wanted, so it wasn't I won't let Lixar come to me as a last resort. Harlan..."

Roy fell into a brief silence.Harlan felt a pain in his wrist.

"...the last mission. Kane said that the Legion can be completely defeated if we only need to recover the Sargerite Keystone. We have one last mission left."

"'We'?" Harlan murmured.He turned his head to look at Roy. At this moment, Roy felt his heart stabbed severely, and a burst of bitterness rose from his heart, and then flooded his whole body.

"Where? How many are left in the Illidari?"

Harlan's tone was exceptionally calm.

Roy stared at him for a long time.

"Marton. Six."

Harlan's eyes suddenly became fierce.

"It's suicide."

"No." Roy's tone was almost begging. He moved closer and stared into Harlan's eyes. "This won't be a very difficult task. There won't be many demons in Marton now. One more person will do it." The success rate of the mission is greatly improved, which is why Kane came to me. Besides, he is also here, Kane Sunfury, the deputy commander of the Illidari. With his leadership, nothing will happen."

Harlan's face was tense, and his eyes were fixed on Roy.He was about to blurt out something, but he quickly looked away and turned his head to stare forward again.

"No."

His voice was like floating fragments, reduced to ashes in front of Roy.

"You can't go."

"Harlan, listen to me." Roy took a deep breath. "It's going to be okay. I promise. We, the Illidari, may be extreme at times, but we're not a bunch of reckless fools who die. We burn our own eyes, The means to achieve the goal is because we know that the goal is worth our effort. I will not let myself die, you know, I have a sense of proportion, and I will not hurt myself. I will come back, and I will definitely come back to you. I'll be back when I'm done, and it won't be long."

no respond.

"Look at me, Harlan. Trust me."

Harlan turned his head.There was a whistling roar in his eyes.

Roy felt his face was about to split open.

"I also need to go."

"what?"

"Take me, I'm going too. Broken Abyss Mardum, I'm going. With you."

"No." Roy's expression suddenly became stern, and his voice became several times firmer, "Impossible. That's the territory of the devil, and it's located in the Twisting Nether. You can't—"

Harlan jerked his hand away, stood up before he could finish, and walked quickly toward the house.Roy's eyes followed his hurried steps until his back disappeared into the darkness.

He stared at the empty door for a long time, then sat down on the ground and buried his head between his arms.

The uneven and hard gravel rolled and rubbed, making a "clack" sound.Lixal came closer and was rubbing her head against his shoulder.

"Did you witness many deaths?"

Roy raised his head and met those green eyes.Lixar stared at him, eyes like two dark wells.Warm breath came to his face, and he was no longer weak as he was a moment ago.

Roy suddenly chuckled.

He looked into Lixar's eyes, then leaned over and gently pressed his forehead against the bridge of its nose.

"I thought, I might be his death."