Blade Dance

The clouds covered the sky and the sun, and the temperature hardly fluctuated, but the days of continuous rain gradually increased.In terms of time, summer has arrived.This is the season that symbolizes passion and prosperity.Nothing is more anticipated than the annual fight match, and the bonfire after that.Rounds of wonderful fighting and competition stimulated people's nerves and ignited their excited hearts.In the evening, the raging fire gives light and life, and year after year, so rejoicing.I don't know when the flames of war will reignite, and the joy at the moment seems precious.Therefore, people are looking forward to this year's competition, and the lively atmosphere has been floating in the streets and alleys of the city since three weeks ago.

Early that morning, as the sun rose, the arena south of Shattrath was packed.In the morning the weather was refreshing and people were in high spirits, but in the afternoon there were three games played in the torrential rain.Inclement weather made it more difficult to win, but made the audience even more excited.Vincent's team prevailed in such extreme weather.The poison-soaked dagger carried rain, cooperated with another stalker, and stabbed the opponent's vitals like breathing.After the referee announced the victory, the audience experienced a few seconds of silence. People obviously hadn't reacted to the swift and decisive victory. Then, the audience's deafening cheers drowned out the sound of the rain.

In the evening, the competition ended successfully, and burning braziers were set up on both sides of the street, lighting up every street in the central city.Cyan blue, lavender, bright yellow, and crimson flames burn alternately, shining with passionate brilliance.

When night fell completely, the whole city boiled again.The vast Terokkar forest was dark, but Shattrath City shone with dazzling fire, like the only lighthouse standing on the dark sea.

"Does it really matter?"

Harlan was in the blood of the sin'dorei.On the crimson background, the cuffs, waist and hem are embroidered with simple lines with gold thread, shining under the light.A moonstone is inlaid on the rose gold belt hook at the waist, like the first snow falling on a sea of ​​red flowers.

He walked into the weapon room, took the short sword from the sword stand and put it on his side, and turned to look at Roy who was following behind.

"It's fine during the day. And you're standing next to me."

"That's because I was standing with the guards. Even so, there were people staring at me nervously."

"But it's a bonfire. Maybe no one will notice you."

Roy sighed.

"I... don't really want to go."

"It's an order," Harlan said.He closed his eyes and raised his hand to press his forehead.

"As an order from the commander. I don't want you to never go to the central city again. There is no need... there is nothing to hide from."

There was a silence.When Harlan opened his eyes, Roy had already walked in front of him, so close that Harlan could see the lines of his lips clearly.He couldn't ignore his heart beating wildly, but Roy didn't respond to his gaze, but leaned towards him, as if to hug him, and stretched out his hand to brush a few strands of fine hair out of the collar of his robe.

As his fingertips grazed his skin, Harlan felt a burst of sparks sweeping through his body.The beating of the heart was magnified several times, and there seemed to be red-hot iron next to the cheek.

He stiffly pushed Roy away and walked into the bedroom, and then there was the sound of the door opening and closing.He came out again with a burgundy robe in his hand.

"Change your clothes. Do as the Romans do so you won't attract attention."

Roy looked at Harlan's cheeks, the blush fading quickly.He smiled obediently, took the clothes from him, and changed them in front of him.The loose round-necked gown was tightly cinched at the waist, and the lower part was smudged with varying degrees of crimson.The silky fabric glowed with a dim light, and the pure colors stretched and intertwined together, appearing deep and rich.

Roy straightened his collar and sleeves, looked up and saw Harlan staring at him with a smile.He was about to speak, when Harlan strode over, grabbed his waist and pulled him over.The bodies of the two collided lightly.Harlan put his hand around Roy's neck and leaned forward to kiss his lips.There was a soft rustling sound as the clothes rubbed against each other. Roy took Harlan into his arms and exchanged a long and affectionate kiss with him.But at the next moment, his hand slipped to Harlan's waist, and he gently scratched it with his fingertips through the clothes.Harlan immediately curled up and took a step back, looking up at him.

"Let's go, aren't you afraid it's late?"

Harlan laughed helplessly.He straightened his clothes and sword, then turned and walked outside.Roy followed behind him, keeping pace with him.

"Don't you need a weapon?"

"No. Anyway, I won't encounter any danger in the city."

Harlan stopped and turned to look at Roy.

"Ok."

As the lifting platform slowly descends, the dazzling light floats and sinks in the surging crowd.Under the light of the fire, the central city area looks like daytime.The roadside is full of ribbon lampposts, and all the braziers are lit.Fire-eating masters, torch throwing, wooden pole dancing... Children in flame-colored costumes ran between various acrobatic performances.A huge bonfire rose in the open space outside the Holy Light Square, and the bright flames seemed to illuminate the entire city, even overshadowing the holy light of Nalu not far away.People danced and danced around the bonfire, and the stars and the moon in the sky seemed to no longer shine.From time to time, a bunch of fireworks screamed high into the sky, blooming and scattered on the entire night, causing the crowd on the ground to shout ecstatically.

Roy always walked behind Harlan, shuttling through the crowd.From time to time, the townspeople recognized the Commander, nodded to him and moved out of the way.Occasionally, someone noticed Roy and immediately showed a look of surprise.But there was no stronger reaction, and people locked his eyes tightly on his every move until he disappeared into the crowd.

Getting closer to the bonfire, the street ahead became crowded, Harlan turned around and extended his hand to Roy while smiling.Roy was taken aback.Even though there was a lot of people around, excited screams and cheers filled the ears, and all kinds of people crowded the road into a mess, this smile was so beautiful that everything faded away.Roy felt his soul tremble.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the direction of the Holy Light Square, and a group of dazzling lights flew towards the night sky above.The voice of the people suddenly weakened a lot, and everyone stopped and looked up at the sky.The huge light spot rose at an extremely fast speed, and when it was about to disappear into the darkness, there was a muffled sound, and countless fireworks burst out, scattered on the sky, and instantly illuminated the entire night sky.

At the moment when the fireworks bloomed, Roy turned his head and stared at Harlan's face.Thousands of sparks are reflected in his blue eyes, like the stars sinking into the night sea.The boiling crowd, one after another exclamation, and the sky full of light spots all mixed together at this moment, dimmed.

The golden and silvery white flames slowly scattered and fell towards the end of the sky.

Roy took Harlan's hand and clasped it firmly in the palm of his hand.

"Let's go."

Harlan laughed again.

The last bit of fireworks also disappeared into the night, people looked away, and the voices of chatting and laughing sounded again.The crowd moved slowly, and many people were walking towards the blazing bonfire outside the Holy Light Hall.The rhythm of singing and dancing came from the direction of the bonfire, and the air was filled with a fiery and unrestrained atmosphere.Relying on their thin stature, the children shuttled back and forth in the crowded crowd.The adults had no choice but to wait patiently for the people in front to go first, and were distracted from time to time by people walking in other directions.

When another bunch of fireworks rushed into the sky, there was a burst of exclamation from behind.The surrounding crowd immediately became agitated and quickly retreated to both sides of the street.Those who walked in front also turned their heads and looked back.

"Get out of the way!"

The ferocious yell led Harlan to quickly locate the source of the confusion.It was a young man in his early twenties.Draenei was tall, with an expression of anger and anxiety on his face.His eyes frantically searched the crowd, and he held a huge long sword in his right hand.The blade of the sword reflected a sharp brilliance under the reflection of the surrounding flames. At this moment, it was more like being poured into the master's emotions, revealing a fierce light faintly.

Harlan froze.

At this moment, Delaney's eyes met his, and then moved to the side.The moment he saw Roy, his eyes burst into anger, and his facial features twisted.Before Harlan could react, he had already rushed over with his long sword raised high and shouting.

Harlan only felt his hands empty, Roy pushed him away and dodged sideways.The sword aimed at the heart deviated from the target and slashed across Roy's arm.The silk cloth split open with a prick, and blood gushed out instantly, deepening the original crimson color of the clothes.There were several exclamations from the crowd.Delaney stabbed the air with his sword, staggered forward a few steps, only to hear him curse viciously, turned around and raised his long sword to slash again.

With a crisp sound, Harlan stopped "Cunzheng" with his dagger.The blade was close at hand, and he stared closely at the blood on it, feeling as if his heart had been stabbed hard.People who are not good at using swords and swords that ordinary people can't control, he easily parried the draenei's offensive, and instead pressed the blade against his throat.Delaney's movements froze all of a sudden, and a look of horror flashed across his face.He raised his sword and glared at Harlan with a tense face.

"Mr. Restalan, please put down your sword."

Delaney didn't respond, but the anger on his face became more obvious.

"Maureen Restalan. Put down the sword."

The crowd had already retreated far away, and a human wall was built to surround them tightly.There was silence all around, only the laughter of unsuspecting people came from farther away.At this time and place, no one made any moves, and all eyes would gather in one place.

Mo Lin let go of his hand and let "Munzheng" fall.The long sword hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound.

"He killed my father."

He suddenly chuckled and moved his neck forward.The sharp sword pierced the skin on his throat immediately, and blood droplets quickly seeped out and flowed down his neck.Harlan had to take a small step back.

Maureen grinned.

"Scum like you is not worthy of being a commander."

The crowd was in an uproar.Harlan looked at Maureen Restalan inexplicably.The latter looked at him with a disrespectful gaze, as if he knew everything about him.

"Arrogant, dissolute and vulgar, how can you have the face to call yourself a high elf?"

He was satisfied to see Harlan's face suddenly changed, and then glanced at Roy again, his eyes full of resentment.

"He's right. You'll be here today. And if you find you, you'll find the beast."

There was silence.Shortly after Maureen's voice fell, the crowd began to commotion.Sneaky whispers creep into ears like reptiles.

is it him?

Look at his eyes, blindfolded, and his horns.How could the night elves have horns on their heads, and it wasn't Draenei.You can't go wrong.

Didn't he leave early?

Was he the one who killed Chief Restalan?

The commander actually hid this monster for so long.

them……

How can you do this?

……

Harlan realized his hands were shaking.

At this moment, there was a sound of metal clashing in the crowd, dispelling the trivial whispers.The guards pushed through the crowds of onlookers and rushed out, but they all stopped after seeing the scene in front of them clearly.

Harlan lowered his dagger, and looked over Maureen's shoulders to the ground behind him.

"I will keep this sword for you first, and I will return it to you when you become calm enough." He raised his voice, "Guard, send Mr. Restalan home. Look at him, don't do it without my order." Permission to go out."

The guards rushed forward immediately, grabbed Maureen Restalaan by the shoulders and led him away.Delaney spat in Roy's face as he passed, then stared at him viciously, as if tearing him apart with his eyes.That terrifying sight continued until he was led into the crowd by the guards.

Harlan put the dagger back into its sheath and picked up "Muramasa".He walked quickly to Roy's side and pulled his right hand, then walked towards the high ground without looking back.The crowd remained silent, but automatically gave way.Although no one made any moves, Roy only felt that people's undisguised gazes were like strong and rough ropes binding and tightening his whole body, making him unable to breathe.But those seem irrelevant at the moment.The wind blew the damaged sleeve and rubbed against the wound on his left arm, and he could feel the blood flowing down his arm continuously.It doesn't matter either.Roy followed Harlan, only seeing his tense shoulders.

The figures on both sides retreated quickly, forming a blurred one.Each figure bears the same face, and each face has the same expression.Even though there were flames burning vigorously and spewing out heat everywhere, they could only feel the coolness on their bodies.Harlan realized that all he could do was keep going one step at a time.

When passing the last intersection in the central city, a familiar face appeared in the crowd.His eyes moved towards it involuntarily.

Looking at each other in the blink of an eye, Orson's cold gaze pierced his heart.

①Sindorei (Sindorei): The pronunciation of blood elves in Salas.