Blade Dance

Roy took off his leather armor, and there was a sharp pain in his shoulder, and blood had soaked most of his shirt.Although the cluster of arrows didn't penetrate very deep, the shoulder and back muscles kept pulling the wound during the process of retracting and stretching the devil's wings, and then the right shoulder no longer felt pain.

The only good news is that this is not a poisoned arrow.

There are many wounded gathered in the hall of the Dark Temple at this moment.After scribbling over his injuries, Asha Crowsong casually threw him a roll of bandages, and then left him to treat the more seriously injured.

"This is an injury. You are already resistant to falling and hitting." Asha said as she walked, "There are people here who need more treatment than you, so don't get in the way here."

Roy didn't refute.Originally, he just wanted to ask Asha to help him bandage the wound—it was inconvenient to do it by himself—but now it seems that he is not a "person who needs treatment" at all, and in Asha's eyes, he may not even be considered a wounded person.

The team lounge on the upper level of the temple was empty.Lucas is not there.Roy had parted ways with him on the way back, perhaps arriving a little earlier than he did.Roy felt desolate when he thought that there would only be two people in this room that could accommodate five people.He took off his shirt and threw it on the ground along with his leather armor.

The bandage is made of spiritweave cloth with a layer of glowing dust on the surface.He took off a length of bandage and wrapped it around his finger to test the wound on his right shoulder.It was inconvenient to touch the right shoulder with the left hand, and it was painful just after touching it.The roll of bandage rolled to the ground.

"I'll help you."

My heart beat once.He almost turned around impatiently.

It was Lucas' voice.He is back.

"Need not."

Roy didn't turn to look at him, he picked up the bandage, tore off the outermost layer of ash-coated circle, and almost hurriedly wrapped the wound tightly.Just as he was about to tear off the bandage to hold it in place, Lucas snatched the bandage out of his hand.

"Stay still," he said.

He unwrapped Roy's bandage again, gently and calmly.It seems that from the perspective of the interrogator looking at the prisoner, there is a lot of time and energy to peel off layers of will and emotion.

Roy felt an inexplicable revulsion.

"The mission is not considered a failure," Lucas said, "The major general of the alliance was rescued by the garrison alliance."

Roy turned to look at him.

"Why did you kill him?"

Lucas remained calm, his eyes moved to him and then turned away.He tore off the bandages that had been removed, threw them aside, and rewrapped the wound.

"Are you talking about that Draenei?"

"That's the commander of the guards of Shattrath City."

"What do you want to say?" Lucas' voice became cold, "He spared your life when he was in Shattrath City, so you should let him kill you now?"

"You don't have to kill him."

A sharp pain hit Roy's eyes.Lucas yanked the bandage hard once, brushing hard across the wound.

"you……"

"You are softening your heart."

Lucas loosened the bandage and raised his hand to wipe the sweat off Roy's forehead, but he dodged it.

"You are sympathizing with a man who wants to kill you. So is the hunter. Why don't you let me kill him?"

"Our enemy is not the coalition. There is no need to kill more people if you can avoid fighting."

Lucas looked at him coldly, and seemed to dismiss the argument: "Now it is. I just asked about the cause and effect, and it was the people from the coalition who made the first move. Chris was shot by an arrow on the city wall and fell down on the spot. "

Roy turned his head in astonishment.Resentment builds on Lucas' face.

"We saved people for them, and we didn't even take action when they sabotaged the plan and alarmed the legion. As a result, they killed our people for no reason." He fixed the bandage, looked at Roy and said, "After this battle, The Illidari are at odds with the Alliance and the Horde. You'd better figure out where you stand next time you meet them."

Roy stared at him, then looked away.He couldn't bear such condescending eyes, as if he knew he had hit the bull's-eye before he shot the arrow.

"What are you thinking?" Lucas asked.

"...No." He needs to keep silent, or shorten his answer to a minimum, to convey to the other party the message that he does not want to continue the conversation.It's best for Lucas to leave now, he needs to be alone.But Lucas didn't do that.

"Roy."

Lucas hugged him, whispering in his ear.He wrapped his arms around Roy, put the tip of his nose against the side of his neck, and his warm breath brushed against the skin of his neck.The only thing between them was Lucas's clothes, and Lucas felt Roy's body stiff as a turnip.

"You've been a different person since you came back from Shattrath. I'm terrified."

"let me go."

Lucas hugged him tighter instead, his voice getting lower and lower.

"I was afraid it would hurt you. No, it has. I could have killed the hunter."

He relaxed a little, looked into Roy's eyes at a very close distance, and said pointedly: "Anyone who upsets you, hinders you, or hurts you, I can help you kill him .”

Roy pushed him away.Lucas staggered back a step, looking at him in surprise.He stood firm, his face was cold.

"Luke, I didn't know you were…"

"The legion will soon march into Zangarmarsh." Lucas said blankly, "You also said that if you have other things, you are easy to die."

"I won't let you die. If it costs someone else's life, then I won't hesitate to give it," he said.

Roy didn't answer immediately, but suddenly took a step forward and approached actively.Lucas was taken aback. He felt the oppressive breath and held back so that he didn't back down.

"Lucas, it's not the first time I've warned you not to meddle in your own business."

A moment of silence.

Roy's face was colder than he had ever seen before.

He's serious and dignified all the time he's supposed to be serious, sometimes more so than Cairne Sunfury.But now such an expression seemed strange.It's not a matter of degree, it has nothing to do with degree.It was obviously a matter of life and death, but he seemed to be offended when he kindly persuaded him.As if touching something more important than his own life and impossible to ignore.

Lucas felt a tightness in his chest.

"The deputy commander told you to go see him after you rested," he said.

Things are developing in unexpected and unexpected directions.

He stared at Roy motionlessly, wanting to look into his heart for the umpteenth time.

Want to stop, but don't know how to stop.

Shattrath City, Guard Captain, Blood Elf.Lucas felt a pang of bitter hatred.

Roy walked away from him, took out a new set of clothes from the cabinet, and walked into the bathroom.After the door slammed, Lucas was left alone in the room.He stared at Roy's wardrobe, resisting the urge to go over and rummage through it.

Roy is changing.He is entangled in fragile feelings, becomes indecisive, exposes his weaknesses, and is constantly hurt as a result.And Lucas needs to know the reason for his change as soon as possible, and stop it.Stop people and things that hurt him.

During the more than 20 days of losing contact, he wanted to remove them from Roy.

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"Admiral! Please send troops to support Outland!"

Seventh time.Every time before, there was no response.

"Admiral! Please..."

"Why are you coming back?"

Hermann looked up.

The supreme general of the Seventh Legion sat on a cold gray marble chair, looking at the people kneeling on the ground without showing any emotion.

Pain spread across Herman's face.

why?

Illidari and coalition soldiers battle outside their cells.The captives were escorted out of Hellfire Citadel by the allied forces in a melee.However, outside the gates is just another hell.The soldiers who had just been rescued turned around and joined the battle.After several days of torment, the people bravely killed the enemy with their last breath, and were killed by the enemy again, like returning to the light.Lieutenant Colonel Victor Fuller stood by Herman's side, his long sword flying in his hand, beheading all enemies who wanted to get close.But the next moment, he was pierced through his chest by a huge tapered electric drill.

Herman stared at the bloody corpse on the ground with wide eyes, and was dragged away by the coalition soldiers who came to support him to escape from the huge Morg.

What happened next was like a dream.It's like falling into the deep sea, with the sound of roaring water flowing in my ears, and the sea water pouring into my ears, all the sounds are connected together.The vision was also blurred, and in the end it was just a mass of blood-stained ocher.He was grabbed by the arm and fled all the way, walking through gunpowder smoke and flesh and blood, getting farther and farther away from the battle.On the way, he also fell down, and the skin on his hand was worn away by the rough ground, and blood oozed out immediately.

He soon met the second-in-command of the garrison - the supreme commander had been killed in the battle - Steele, he remembered.Commander Steele didn't say much, only told him that the original rescue plan was disrupted by the Illidari. Although it succeeded in the end, the loss was heavy and Azeroth's support was urgently needed.The flames of war tolerated no respite, and Herman was sent to a team of stalkers to rush to the Dark Portal without stopping.Even with the utmost care, they were discovered by the Burning Legion when they reached the Stairway of Fate.The rogues fought to the death, using flesh and blood to build him a ladder to Azeroth.

The youngest of the stalkers, and therefore the last to join the fight, was a boy who did not appear to be twenty years old.He grabbed Herman's wrist as if trying to break it before leaving.

"gentlemen."

The boy stared into his eyes.

"Please be sure to come back with reinforcements."

Herman rushed back to Stormwind City day and night.He was disheveled and bloody, and no one recognized him when he rode through the city gates.

But at this moment, in the bright and spacious meeting hall of Stormwind Fortress, he didn't know how to answer this question.Why do you want to come back?

"If you came back to ask for reinforcements for Outland," said the Admiral, "then you shouldn't have come back at all. Stay there, and there will be at least one reinforcement. Come back now, and there won't be any."

As if igniting the blood all over his body, Herman trembled all over.

"The armies of Outland took great pains to get you out. You should have joined them while you were in Outland, and used your talents to lead them to victory in return. But now that you are back, your chance has been lost."

"Father!"

Uncontrollable anger.Herman tightened his lips.Never been so angry.And terribly disappointed.He had never felt so angry when he realized that his father would not send troops to save him-if it were him, he would do the same.

"Outland is not a people without an alliance." He tried his best to restrain his voice, "That is also Azeroth's defense line. If the Legion conquers Outland, the next target is Azeroth."

"Have you forgotten that we were besieged in the Arathi Highlands and Hillsbrad Hills? I haven't pursued that matter with you, so you don't have a little self-examination? The next target of the Legion is Azeroth, I know .So we're going to stay here and be fully defensive."

Hermann fell silent.He gritted his teeth and tried his best to control his emotions that might collapse at any time.Carelessly underestimating the enemy and causing heavy damage to the army is a scar in his heart that will never heal, and bleeding will gushes out when he gently lifts it.But the past is the past, and there are more pressing matters ahead.

"Are the people of the foreign domain willing to die?"

"There's always something to sacrifice."

"It's our incompetence."

Conversation stalled. □□Admiral didn't respond, just looked at him expressionlessly.Herman locked his eyes on his, waiting for his rebuttal.Over the past few years, as he grew up, he was able to understand his father's thinking and deduce how he would make judgments in various situations.But at this moment, he has no clue.Waiting, but nothing came.Father seemed to have aged ten years in just a few months.The decades of battles in the past have never dampened his spirit, but at this moment he can't help showing his old age.Herman felt that the anger in his heart was suppressed, and he had nowhere to vent it.

"In that case, please allow me to lead the troops to Outland alone."

"You know it's impossible."

"You don't need to express your opinion, you can act as if I acted privately. I have my own army, and the consequences will be borne by me alone."

"I won't allow it."

Hermann looked up at him again.

Rage dies, embers swallowed by despair.

Be sure to come back with reinforcements, sir.

Herman realized he couldn't recall what the boy looked like.Obviously she was staring at him at that time, watching his expression, but only his voice remained in the final memory.Like a dark bell ringing for a long time after a heavy blow, it lingers in my mind.

For the sake of righteousness, or conscience, it may be just reckless and short-sighted recklessness.Cruel and arbitrary, stubborn and selfish, hypocritical and stupid...whatever, just not in this way.

He stared into the general's eyes and said word by word:

"'No one knows my name, no one knows my face...'"

"shut up."

"'...But we are all sons and daughters of the Union.'"

The Admiral stood up from his chair.

"'In the name of the Holy Light, with the power of the Alliance, we will always be the first, and we will always be the last. We...'"

"I tell you to shut up!"

With a violent fist swing, Herman fell heavily to the ground.Darkness descended, his consciousness was invaded, his elbow hit the hard marble floor, and a sore pain spread from there to half of his body.

"'...is the Seventh Legion.'"

The buzzing hadn't died down yet, the taste of rust filled his mouth, and he realized his face was bleeding.He propped his numb hands on the cold ground and stood up on his knees, raised his head and stared directly at his father's furious eyes with cold eyes.He knew he had stabbed his dignity deeply.

But if he kept his dignity all the time, how could he be stabbed?

"I will lead the elite soldiers of the Seventh Legion on an expedition to Outland."

The admiral looked down at him motionless, didn't say anything, just clenched his fists.Suddenly, he bypassed Herman and walked quickly to the door.

A burst of coolness poured into the viscera, and Herman turned his head abruptly.

"Guards! Put Major General □□ into the prison of the main city!"