Blade Dance

Since the Alliance and Horde troops entered Outland, the neutral city of Shattrath suddenly became crowded.The range of the magic barrier has been expanded for several miles, just to include all the troops within the protection range, but there are still many soldiers stationed outside the barrier.The entire main city seemed to be injected with a wave of boiling water, and the demand for items suddenly increased.Some people find business opportunities and run around for this, and they are very busy, while others are disgusted, and they are afraid to avoid everything about Azerothians, just like facing a distant relative with a stiff relationship who suddenly comes to seek refuge.

The Scryer's Terrace is slightly lower than Aldo Heights, but you can still have a panoramic view of the central city from above.Orson stood on the platform beside the elevator, looking at the barracks in the distance, where the smoke was rising.The dark blue twilight hugs the warm yellow street lamps, and the evening wind makes the grass and trees rustle, and also blows away some alcohol.He became lucid again, his senses sharpened.

"I knew you were here."

Orson took a step aside to make room for Meganhild.Where he had stood was a gap between two clumps of clipped magic grass, and now they stood together.Meganhild looked in the same direction, looking at the scenery he was looking at.

There was a faint smell of alcohol lingering on her body, and her voice also revealed a hint of drunkenness.

A few hours ago, they were called out to drink by the captain, and they had nothing important to do, so they came here in a daze.Unexpectedly, people from the five teams got together to drink and booked the largest tavern on the Stargazer's Terrace.The crowd was extremely lively, and games were played later, and those who lost were punished with alcohol.As a result, a group of people were drunk, and Orson was dizzy from the strong smell of alcohol and the stale air, so he had to escape.

He guessed that not long after he came out, Meghanhild would come out too.At this moment, while she was looking intently into the distance, he secretly looked at her cheek.There was a pink blush on it, and the full lips were also bright red.

is she drunk

"How did you escape?" Megan suddenly turned her head, "I thought you had a good drinker."

Orson quickly glanced away, and asked nonchalantly, "Didn't you also follow?"

"I bet I drank more than you."

Orson smiled.He turned to look into Megan's brown eyes and said, "I'm such a sucker for making you drink so much. Are you okay? Drunk?" He bowed slightly, "Please let me drive you home, my lady."

Megan looked at him with a smile, but didn't answer.Orson kept the smile on his face, feeling his heart start beating wildly, and it became difficult to breathe.

Megan Hilde's brown pupils were covered with a faint layer of drunkenness, but deep within them were turbulent thoughts.Perhaps in just a few seconds, Orson already felt that his vision began to waver.Hold on for a while, hold on for a few more seconds, maybe.Can't look away first.

Megan shifted his gaze to the distant night sky.

Orson was still watching her, his eyes locked on the face that made his heart flutter.Megan Hilde didn't seem to care, and just looked forward to herself.

This may be an opportunity, the opportunity he has been looking for these three months.Roundabouts, reciprocating and probing.

But now standing here, he hesitated again.

He knew exactly what he wanted, but he couldn't figure out what Megan Hilde was thinking.He always believes that he should not be too concerned about the other party's ideas, so as to limit his own expression.Therefore, after confirming his intention, he wanted to express it as soon as possible, implement it, and let Meghan Hilde know.But every time like this, he began to withdraw timidly.

Maybe all this was an illusion from the beginning?All of her performances belong to the scope of "friendship" in her own definition?Do they have the same definition of "friendship"?In the past few months, Megan has always been by the side, but unconsciously pulled up a line of defense against him.Playing hard to get?But she is not a strategic person.

"Megan Heard."

There was a roar in my ears, and my heart was about to explode at this moment.

"I hope you know."

"Well, I'm listening."

"You are beautiful at the moment."

As soon as the words came out, Orson frowned where Megan couldn't see, regretting that he had said such clumsy words.But Meghan Hild laughed.The corners of her mouth were raised and curved into a beautiful arc.That smile eased his nervousness and revived his reason.

"Do you understand what I mean? I'm sorry it took so long, but I actually wanted to say it a long time ago." He spoke again, but became incoherent as he spoke, "I'm very stupid. You don’t know much about words, you still do reckless things, and you don’t understand anything. If it was you, it’s been so long, every time I see you, I’ll… Megan Hilde, I think…”

"Olson." Megan turned to look at him, "I think I understand what you mean."

Her expression was unusually calm, as if she had anticipated every word he was going to say, when it would be said, and in what tone she would say it.

He felt like falling into an ice cave at this moment.

He wants to escape, now.Until it was out of Meganhild's sight, she couldn't find it even if she wanted to.He also hopes to burn everything he said before, erase all traces, and say it again at another time.It wasn't the right time, he realized, but there was always a right time.He wanted to start over, but he couldn't move his footsteps, he could only stand there blankly and stare at the person in front of him.

"You left a little early." Megan continued, "After you left, the captain of the fifth team told some undisclosed information. He showed off that he knew an intelligence agent who controlled the intelligence network of the whole city. I Not sure if they should be said..."

Orson turned, and now they were face to face.Megan Shield's words made him vigilant and calm.Her words always calm him down.

"He said the Illidari, the whole army was wiped out."

Orson's eyes widened.

"how is this possible……"

"The legion is currently stationed in the Black Temple, repairing and supplying, and it is predicted that they will return to Hellfire Citadel in the near future. Then the Azeroth reinforcements will be divided into two groups, one part will go to Hellfire Peninsula to eradicate their lair, and the other part will go to Hellfire Citadel. Shadowmoon Valley sieges the Black Temple's army. If the Legion is on its way home before then, intercept them in Terokkar Forest or Zangarmarsh and fight to the death. That's the plan he's heard."

Orson stared fixedly at Megan Hilde, momentarily at a loss for words.

The slack atmosphere of the army over the past few months made him no longer feel like a war, until Megan's words just now poured from the top of his head like a bucket of ice water, freezing the blood in his whole body.The heart was beating heavily, trying to wake up the stiff limbs.

"He also said that Maiev Shadowsong, the warden of the night elves, was among the army coming from Azeroth this time. She was the one who was in charge of guarding Illidan Stormrage. She originally planned to subdue that demon hunter herself. Washing away the shame, I must be very disappointed to receive such news now. They are worried that she will lose her fighting spirit just like this, and don’t want to go all out... Anyway, the big battle is coming, and what he said made everyone in the room panic. Fortunately, our captain took the lead to regroup After drinking, the atmosphere got a little better." Meganschild suddenly stretched out her hand, touched the back of Orson's hand with her fingertips, and then took his hand, "There is one more thing."

She lowered her head so Orson could not see her face.

"After this battle, my mother wanted me to go to Azeroth with her. She said she was fed up with this place." Megan Hilde's voice was getting lower and lower, "I only have her, if She's going, and I'm sure I'm going too. So...after the war is over, if we're all safe and sound, we..."

"Megan." Orson's voice trembled.He took Meganhild's hand away from him, and pulled her into his arms.

"Orson?"

"I will follow you wherever you go. I will go with you wherever you go. I don't want to stay here anymore, it will only make people crazy. They are a bunch of lunatics." Orson said quickly in a low voice, "I will follow You go, no matter where, I will go with you."

Megan was silent for a long time.The brilliant lights in the distance turned into hazy shadows.

"And," said Orson, "we'll be all right."

He repeated over and over: "We're all going to be fine."

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The clothes were soaked, as if made of frost, making people shiver with cold.

Even if they took off their clothes and put them aside long ago, they were afraid that they would get wet when they rolled around in the snow, and they would still get wet in the end.Even Roy was starting to feel cold now.

When they saw the familiar yard in front of their house again, everything that happened just now was like a dream.It is precisely because of this ethereal feeling that I only remember the good parts of what I have said and what I have done.Anxiety, fear, and loss all disappeared.

Roy began to rejoice at the biting cold brought by his drenched body, because it showed that what happened before was true.Zangarmarsh couldn't make them shiver with cold.He thought of the landscape of Winterspring, of the intertwined branches and the sky full of stars, of the falling snow and their footprints, of Harlan's words, every movement he made, his body.

"What are you laughing at?" Harlan asked.

"what?"

"Is what I said funny?"

"Uh……"

Harlan frowned.

"Did you hear what I said?"

"……sorry, we do not have that."

Harlan tapped him on the shoulder.

"As I said, there is at least a six-hour time difference between Winterspring and here, if I remember correctly. So it should be... bedtime story time."

"Okay." Roy nodded, "The story has been prepared a long time ago. Just wait for a comfortable bath, a candle lamp, a spacious bed, and a dream lover." He said while holding Harlan shoulders and walked towards the house.

"In a dream?"

"Wrong. Lover."

"So what were you thinking just now?"

Roy fell silent.

After a moment he said, "Again."

Harlan froze for a moment, then turned to stare at him.Roy had a malicious smile on his face.

"Again?" He bumped Roy with his shoulder.

"Your desire is really arrogant."

Roy laughed.He closed the door and nothing changed in the house.The cabinet was still open, and there were some infrequently used daily necessities piled up in front of it, which Harlan dug out when he was looking for a ground drilling machine.There were several zigzag folds in the sheet, where he himself had sat on it earlier."Samsara", war blades, bows and arrows, daggers and daggers were all lying quietly on the weapon rack.The candle lamp was burnt out, leaving behind the solidified accumulation of wax oil, and the bright moonlight shrouded everything.The air was filled with the familiar scent of dreamleaf.

Maybe it really was a dream.

Harlan walked over, squatted on the ground and tidied up the things in front of the cabinet and put them back.Just as he was about to close the door, his movements suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter?" Roy walked towards him and said with a smile, "Did you find something interesting again?"

He walked behind Harlan, and saw that he was taking out a long and narrow gilt copper box from the cabinet, opened it, and inside was a hosta.The head of the hairpin is carved into a bell-shaped orchid, and the petals are inlaid with icy blue ocean stones, like fresh dewdrops in the morning.Harlan picked up the hairpin and turned it slowly with his fingertips, staring at it in a daze.Roy stood behind him, also silent.

After a long time, Harlan chuckled lightly.

"I originally planned to give Joanna a birthday present. I don't know how I brought it here."

He carefully put the jade hairpin back into the box, put the copper box back into the back of the cabinet, clapped his hands, and closed the locker door.He stood up on his knees and turned to face Roy.

"Go take a shower." Roy put his hands on his shoulders and pushed him to the bathroom. "I'll catch a cold."

Harlan nodded in front as he walked and said, "You first or me first?"

"Together."

"Okay." Harlan said, changing direction and walking towards the closet.Roy kneaded his shoulders and followed him closely.

At this moment, a black shadow flew across the wall, accompanied by a thrilling loud noise outside the window.Like the sound of something falling heavily on the ground, they looked out the window at the same time.

On the window illuminated by the white moonlight, a string of bright red blood drops was dripping down the glass.