Let me recommend a Warcraft novel: World of Warcraft: Rise of the Quilboar. If you're interested, give it a look. It's already nearing four hundred thousand Chinese characters, so you can browse it while reading this book-but remember, don't give it your votes!
The poisoned dagger sliced through the air with a series of sharp whistles, heading straight for Rex's throat. Anyone caught unprepared would have been unable to dodge, even if they heard it coming. A person waking from a deep sleep would be dazed for a moment, leaving them helpless against the sudden attack. But none of that applied to Rex.
Rex had placed plenty of Sentry Wards along the walls, so how could he leave his own quarters unprotected? Compared with Southshore, Rex valued his own life more. People were selfish. Everyone had some selfish desires, even saints.
The moment Rex returned to his room, he noticed something wrong: someone was hiding in the corner. But he neither raised the alarm nor immediately attacked. The rogue had chosen an excellent position, a corner that was hard to notice and close to the window. If Rex made a move and alerted him, he could escape through the window at once. Rex had obtained many Sentry Wards, but not enough to cover all of Southshore. Only certain important locations had them. Letting this rogue escape would cause no end of trouble, so a plan sprang into Rex's mind: Lure him in!
That was what led to Rex's next move. When the dagger sliced through the air, Rex moved. Catching it barehanded would have been sheer recklessness. The poison was easy to recognize from its brownish-green color, which was not a color iron should have. Rex quickly took a round shield from his Spatial Ring, one he had prepared specifically