Blade Dance

Chapter 47

Roy sat on the edge of the bed expectantly, watching Harlan rummage through the boxes.

"Can't find it?"

"I remember putting it here."

"But no."

"Yes, no," Hara said despondently, "I'll look again."

"Don't look for it," Roy said. "It'll show up by itself someday."

"'Someday it will show itself', hide and seek?"

Roy laughed.

"I like it when you repeat what I say."

There was a soft laugh from the cabinet, followed by the sound of turning things over.Something else fell to the floor.Roy thought that there must be something wrong with him, and just admiring the back of Harlan trying to search for him, he couldn't help being happy.

Harlan had said the other day that he was going to give him a present.Roy asked what it was, but he refused to say.You will understand it when you see it with your own eyes, he said, no, you will understand it only when you see it with your own eyes, so it is useless for me to say it now.He was like an elf who went door to door delivering gifts, flapping his glowing, silver-dusted wings, holding a gift and saying, you have to open it yourself.

But before that, he lost the gift.

"By the way, when I went to the Marsh Village a few days ago, I heard someone say that Azeroth will send reinforcements, the expeditionary army." Roy said, "This should be delayed news."

His voice was a little low, rather than telling Harlan, he seemed to be using words to sort out his thoughts.

"I'm afraid Outland will usher in a fierce battle. I hope this time-"

"what!"

Roy jumped off the bed.

"What is it?"

Harlan walked towards him, holding a bazooka-like object in his hand - Roy didn't see what it looked like until he held it up to Roy - it looked like a rocket head, and it looked like a rocket launcher. Drill, or a miniature house model with a drill-like roof.It looks like a house because there is a door on it.This is a novelty that he has never seen before, and his vigilance tells him that he should keep a distance from the unknown.But it was held in Harlan's hands, so the danger was out of the question.

"The remote control of the Dark Iron Dwarf Drilling Machine." Harlan said proudly, "I happened to catch up with the Brew Festival when I was near Orgrimmar, and I spent a lot of money to buy it."

Confusion and consternation filled Roy's face, his eyes flickering between the drill--"drill" was a new concept, he was still used to calling it--and Harlan's smile.Orgrimmar is the main city of the tribe in Kalimdor. Although Harlan often talked about traveling alone in Azeroth, Roy never thought that he would go so far.

"It can teleport you to any part of the world, both Outland and Azeroth, and it will stay for three hours - the merchant told me - you must come back through it before the time expires." Harlan turned his wrist Showing the "drill bit", he poked lightly at the door above.Roy bent down and moved his face closer, trying to see the structure of the item.The door was so small that he found out upon closer inspection that it was a hatch with blast bolts.

"How to determine the destination?" He looked up at Harlan.The latter gave a sly smile.

"Use your mind."

"..."

"Although it cannot guarantee accurate arrival."

"..."

"Why is there such an expression?"

"Haven't you tried?"

"This is a one-off." Harlan suddenly put away his smile, and lightly tapped the auger head of the ground drilling machine with his fingertips. "When the user returns, it will be left in place forever, and only the cabin will come back."

Roy looked into his eyes, which had an inexplicable smile in them.

"Sounds like it's going to be an unforgettable adventure."

Harlan laughed. "Come with me." He said, took Roy's hand, and walked out with him.He stopped in front of the blooming Monroe flowers.

He looked up at Roy, the stars twinkling in his eyes.

"Winterspring," he said, "to show you the snow."

Snow?

The perennially rainy Terokkar Forest, the fertile and humid Zangarmarsh, the thick green Nagrand, the towering Blade's Edge Mountains... There is no snow in Outland, not even a little white.

So when Roy stepped on the white snow and sank into it, he couldn't believe that this was the real world.

The ground drilling machine running rapidly behind it stopped quickly, and the snow covering the drill bit was shaken off due to the rotation.

There is silence in the woods at night.Looking around, the endless white snow reflected the sky above the head into purple red, and the stars and moon illuminated the white snowy ground transparently and brightly.At this moment, there were still tiny snowflakes spinning and falling in the sky, without any sound.The rocks, branches, and leaves are all covered with snow.Farther on, through thickets of woods, the darkness of the valley's cliffs set off the towering peaks of snow and ice with a heavenly sanctity.

"Beautiful." Roy sighed.

Harlan shuddered where he couldn't see, then smiled.

They walked forward slowly, their feet making a soft "creak" sound in the snow.Wherever he went, the snow sank, leaving two rows of footprints, marking the way he had come.Harlan began to feel cold, and shivering passed through his body.Should wear more, he thought, the excitement of finding the drill made him forget the important things about survival.And at this moment, Roy grabbed his hand into his own and held it tightly.The warmth injected into his blood instantly made Harlan lean towards the source of the warmth involuntarily.

With a sound of "rustle", the snow that was pressing down on the branches fell, stirring up the silence for a short time.The branches and leaves of the towering trees weave a net in the sky, through which is the vast starry sky.

Roy concentrated on appreciating the surrounding scene, like a fledgling painter capturing everything with his eyes, imprinting what he saw into his mind, and recreating it as it was when he went back.Harlan stared at him with a serious expression, a straight nose bridge and slightly raised mouth corners.The beating heart beats against the eardrums in such a quiet world.

"so quiet."

Roy turned to look at him.Harlan looked away in panic.

"The residents are all in Everlook," he cleared his throat. "It's a bit far from here. We don't even see the main road now. And who would run into the ice and snow at midnight."

Roy smiled softly, took his hand and continued to walk forward.Snowflakes fell on his black hair, and soon melted in the hair, turning into small drops of water.

They walked up a hillside where the woods thinned out and the view opened up.The edge of the cliff is just a few steps away, through gnarled cedars and spiky cedars.The vast and magnificent vista of the valley unfolded in front of them. Below the cliff where they were standing was a frozen lake. The crystal clear lake reflected the bright moonlight, like a huge moonstone.That's Lake Keslier, Harlan said.Beyond that is still a dense forest, and the main road running through it stretches across the entire valley.On the other side of the forest, the stars and lights gather in the center of the valley, that is the civilization belonging to Winterspring.

Standing, overlooking, speechless.

Roy stared into the distance, at the junction of the night sky and the mountains, and the stars loomed among the gray clouds.

He felt that his consciousness was flying towards that winding boundary, approaching it infinitely, but never reaching it.The earth moved back quickly below, the hills, trees, lakes, and villages all receded, blurred and passed away, but the starry sky above did not change at all.

Until there is only that line left in the horizon.

free.

If you have stood here and seen the same scenery, then...

Harlan felt his knuckles tighten.He looked at Roy in confusion, but didn't meet his gaze.

"Go back." Roy said, "Maybe it will be too late."

They returned the same way.

Both of them remained silent on the way back.Harlan realized that Roy was upset about something, even angry, and there was a gray cloud above his head that wanted to rain.But until Roy said it himself, or planned to do so, he would not ask.Roy never beat around the bush and set traps. If he didn't say anything, it showed that he didn't want his thoughts to disturb the second person, or that he wasn't ready.

The boots were half wet and covered with snow.Harlan deliberately stepped on the footprints of Roy's arrival, stepping them deeper.

"Haven't you thought about using this to leave Outland?"

He finally spoke.

"Why did you leave?" Harlan didn't look back at him, but just stared at the road under his feet.

"Because the Legion is here, Outland is no longer safe." Roy seemed to be explaining why the apple tree grew apples instead of pineapples. "You who have seen Azeroth have a thousand reasons to leave. No, you should leave."

Harlan glanced back at the cliff just now, which was now blocked by the woods again.He stopped, and Roy stopped, facing him.The woods became silent, and if it wasn't for the snowflakes falling from the sky, he would feel that time stood still.

"If you run away alone, you can't take anything with you." Harlan looked straight into Roy's eyes, "And I have never used a ground drilling machine. If I teleport to the wilderness and miss the time to go back, the ending may be die abroad."

"When will you be able to tell me the truth without reservation?"

Harlan laughed.

"If you think I'm not telling the truth, doesn't that mean you already know what my truth is?"

"..."

"Since this is the case, there is no need to say it." Harlan blinked, "You understand."

"Just want to confirm." Roy admitted defeat.

Harlan stepped forward and kissed his lips.

"I'm right here, you can confirm whatever you want."

His lips were cold and smelled of snow.Sweet and pure.

Almost subconsciously, Roy kissed him fiercely.Harlan felt his hands on the back of his head, and his back hit the tree trunk hard.He groaned and wanted to push Roy away, but his arms were frozen and he couldn't push that powerful body at all.Maybe it couldn't even move.Roy pinned him against the tree, his hips against him, his right leg prying his knee away and between his legs, against the branch behind him.

Totally in control, Harlan felt exhilarated and helpless.

He had never tasted such a bitter and desperate kiss.

Like a desperado walking alone in the wilderness, he found a source of water while dying.Like a badly wounded soldier, before he leaps to death, he still touches his lover's face with his bloodstained lips.

Like the embrace of ghosts, leading him to the gate of purgatory.

The snow fell in a swirl, and the breath was intertwined and transpired into a white mist in the cold air.

Time has never seemed so precious and fleeting.The turbulent water flow, the fine sand between the fingers, and the fireworks scattered in the air are even more fragile and faster than those.Roy felt incomprehensible anxiety and fear seize him.Is it because of the time limit of the drill?Have they been on the precipice for too long?Or because of the others that are repressed by the brain into the subconscious and thus always ignored?But when the intense pleasure wrapped him tightly, his thoughts obeyed the desire of his body, and immersed himself in that pleasure together with him.

Does this person who is close to him understand those worries and fears that are about to be ignored?Why does time go by so fast?Why did he feel so anxious?Is he being bothered by the same and unconsciously putting them behind him?

maybe.Because he was also anxious, without a trace of resistance.Harlan supported the snow behind him with both hands, opened his right leg, and raised it forward.His toes touched Roy's knees, and then covered the inside of his thighs with the tops of his feet, rubbed the firm texture there, and then slid up.

Roy felt his blood throbbing.

He always gets it.So suffer more.

The limbs were frozen stiff, and the rushing blood warmed them.In such a world of ice and snow, sweat also flows down from the back and knees, along the waist, legs, and into the snowdrifts.

When the cold snow was inadvertently stuck to his bare back, Harlan shivered.Roy picked him up immediately.

Fiery flakes fly, teasing the silent night.The snow bed was under them, crystal clear and continuous.

There was a rush of pleasure, and the heart was about to burst into the chest cavity.The fusion of ice and fire, I can only feel that the snowflakes are burning, penetrating into the skin, scorching hot, only longing for more domineering possession and more violent invasion.They became one, snow and blood, spirit and flesh and heart.The silvery white moonlight flew down the cliffs, passing through the branches and leaves, casting flickering spots of light on the snow, weaving them into an irregular net and engulfing them.

Then fall.

The night sky is divided into countless swaying fragments by the intersecting branches.There was a slight sound, and the snow fell from nowhere.Icy and light, leaving a small pile on the ground.

The torrent of desire washes over the soul without pause or hesitation like breathing, dedicating the body to madness.

Then rise and pass.

"Harlan."

The pleasure climbed to the top.

"Ah."

They are burning together.

"You are here," Roy said, kissing Harlan's earlobe, "I am fearless."

① Orgrimmar: Located in the main city of Kalimdor, the leader is an orc.The exit of the Dark Portal is located in the Land of the Damned, at the southern end of the Eastern Kingdom continent, separated from the Kalimdor continent by the ocean.