Blade Dance

Thunder came faintly from the gray sky, and the wind howled through the gaps in the windows.The sound of hurried footsteps sounded outside the window one after another, as well as the sound of metal armor rubbing and colliding.

Other than that, there was eerie silence.

"When are you going to go back?"

"After the war."

There was a silence.A moth with a pattern of brown polka dots rests motionless on an off-white wall.

"I can't go back now." Harlan looked up at the wall clock on the wall and murmured, "War may start at any time."

"That's why you should go back now. You haven't even seen Joanna since you came back." Vincent handed him the dagger with a polished mulberry handle, and muttered, "Where is your dagger?" Where did you go?"

Harlan took the dagger, and his eyes were attracted by his own image reflected on the dagger.

"No." He retorted, "It can't be now. I have been hiding for a few days, and I can't fall short before the battle-I don't know, maybe I forgot somewhere."

He cast a glance at Vincent to confirm his support, and sheathed the short dagger.Vincent pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he just sat down opposite Harlan without saying a word.They were in a single room in the Allied arsenal, which was full of melee weapons.There are only low stools made of crude nanmu wood in the room, and they all sit on such low stools.

Vincent adjusted the position of his legs, put his arms on his thighs, and looked up at Harlan.

"I'm not cursing you—"

"I know."

Harlan put the dagger in his belt, stood up and walked to the corner, squatted down and opened a locked box.The room was dimly lit, and the moment the box was opened, a faint blue light shone on his face.

He stared into the box, silent for a long time.

"But I don't dare to imagine what will happen when I go back now." Holding the lid of the box with one hand, he looked up at the void in front of him, "The atmosphere in the city and people's mood at the moment, even a small fluctuation can cause huge waves. Joanna is worried."

He stood up and walked back with "Samsara" in his hand.

"Want to sharpen this for you?"

Vincent stared at the sharp sword in his hand.Its edge, its luster, its sharp lines, he realized he couldn't look away at all.

"Need not."

Harlan sat down.He held the sword in front of his eyes, tracing the line of the blade from bottom to top.

"Its owner doesn't use it very often, so it's sharp enough."

"Today is what you talk about the most these days."

Harlan's eyes shot from behind the blade, and then turned away quickly.

"Confused?" Vincent asked.

no answer.

So he averted his eyes, pulled out the dagger as if nothing had happened, and soaked the two dagger blades with poison.He squinted his eyes and wiped the blade carefully, applying all the deadly poultice, making sure that every part of the blade was covered with venom.

"My heart is in a mess."

Vincent looked up.

He twirled the dagger a few times neatly on his fingertips, then grasped the handle and flicked it vigorously, shaking off the venom that was not firmly attached to it.

"I can--"

"Why do we know each other now?" Harlan asked suddenly.

Vincent was stunned, but quickly realized that the "we" Harlan said did not include him.

"The two things, the Illidari and the Resistance Legion, complement each other, and what he gave up from the beginning to the end is the former. He can still give everything to the latter, but I can't help anything. If we didn't meet in this life, then Things would be a lot better. I'm not a high elf, he's not a demon hunter. We wouldn't be involved in wars, race factions, or blood feuds, and live a life of constant fear. Even if it wasn't this time. After all, why am I in love with him at a time like this? Why am I in love with 'him'?"

He locked Vincent tightly with aggressive eyes, as if he was really waiting for his answer one by one.

Vincent looked back at him, all movements of his hands stopped.

"You don't understand? You didn't expect things to turn out like this?"

There was a hint of anger in his voice.

"Then let me tell you, no one would have thought of these things, no one would have expected them. No one understands why you were so reckless and stupid to save a dying demon hunter a year ago. No one understands why the high elves and the night Elves have sex. No one understands why fate tried so hard to separate you that you ended up together."

He said word for word: "Your question never has an answer."

Harlan showed a pained expression that he couldn't ask for.He put "Samsara" on the ground at his feet, bent down and buried his head in his arms.

Vincent looked at his heart.

"Can I ask something?"

"……Just ask."

"Where did he go?"

"Shattered Abyss Mardum. Quest."

"Marton..." Vincent fell into deep thought, "A difficult task?"

"I don't know..." Harlan's voice was hoarse, "Maybe, I don't know. I think it's dangerous, I think he's going to die, but he said it's okay."

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes were like two sapphires on the verge of shattering.

"He always says it's okay."

"Then nothing will happen." Vincent leaned close to him suddenly, met his eyes, and his expression became serious in an instant.

"He's not going to lie to you about this kind of stuff. You might feel like it's an improvised wording to convince you to let him go, or that he's taking advantage of your trust. I guess that's how you feel these days The reason for being so low all the time?"

He paused, Harlan's expression confirmed his guess.

"But you should understand that he won't know that he is going to die and swear he's fine. You'll protect yourself and survive this melee to meet him again. You're just fighting the same fight in different ways in different places. Since he said it's okay, don't worry too much."

Harlan looked at him, frowning.Vincent raised his head slightly, as if to emphasize the rationality and truthfulness of what he said, and stared at Harlan with condescending eyes.

"Did he say when he'd be back?"

Harlan pouted.

"Ten days. Or ten days."

"Then just wait with peace of mind. Take care of yourself. Live in the present and only think about the next three days." Vincent raised the corner of his mouth happily, "Don't talk about danger, let's fight side by side, It's exciting."

He blinked his left eye, the gray pupils were deep and charming, full of charm: "I have been looking forward to it for a long time, to fight side by side with you."

Harlan froze for a moment, then laughed.

"Me too."

He looked into Vincent's gray eyes and said, "It's a pleasure to fight with you."

Vincent nodded with satisfaction.Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Vincent! Are you in there? Ready to go!"

It was Ilia's voice, and Vincent recognized it immediately.

Harlan thought about the embarrassment that appeared on his face, and smiled meaningfully.He picked up "Reincarnation" and was about to stand up, but Vincent suddenly held his shoulder.

"immediately!"

Harlan gave him a puzzled look.Vincent left the stool and half-kneeled in front of him, then reached out and hooked the back of his neck without warning, pressing his face in front of him.

Harlan suddenly revealed a look of astonishment.

They stared into each other's eyes from a very close distance.

blue.Clear, thrilling blue.

A muffled thunder shattered the gray sky.Lightning seemed to strike the roof across the street.

"Don't think about anything. Live."

Harlan tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.

"it is good."

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Orson stood by the street, looking up at the spell barrier above.Since the Allies of Azeroth moved in, that barrier has been expanded.Now it almost covers the entire sky of Shattrath City, like an upside-down bowl, filled with transparent light blue-purple, leaving only a circle around the most central pillar of holy light, and the beam of light emerges from the hole. run through.

Orson watched the wave of magical energy on the barrier, like the shadow cast by sunlight through water on a stone floor.

A troop of Silver Hand soldiers hurried past.There was a dull loud noise from the east direction.

A few hours earlier, the Legion from Shadowmoon Valley had approached Shattrath City earlier than the main force of Hellfire Citadel, and had fought against the vanguard of the Seventh Legion.Therefore, at this moment, lightning-like cracks appeared on the spell barrier from time to time, and then disappeared quickly. Accompanied by the continuous rumbling noise, it indicated that an enemy had cast a powerful spell.Whenever this happened, Orson felt his heart tighten.

Megan Hilde came out from the door behind him, stood beside him and gently grabbed his hand.

The twilight flowed slowly like lava, covering the spell barrier.The stars faintly show their brilliance above the barrier, and they are particularly clear in the hollowed out area.

"Ready?" Orson said.

certainly.He glanced around Meganhild and realized she was holding Ulthalesh, a powerful staff.The head of the staff is made of blood garnet into a ferocious and sharp branch shape, and the whole body is filled with scarlet air.Orson also noticed a thin silver chain around her neck, the pendant carved in the shape of a new leaf.It was given to me by my mother - Orson remembers Meghan Hield mentioning it to him - "to give new life in times of distress".

"Yes, how about you?"

"Me too."

Megan Hilde turned to look at him: "The melee team has all set off."

Orson frowned, but immediately relaxed it.

"Then we should be leaving soon, too."

Megan squeezed his hand tighter.

"Olson, I'm honored."

"Whatever you're going to say next, don't say it."

Meganhild was startled, then laughed.

"Don't do that. I'll feel bad," she said. "Whenever something important comes to your mind, you should say it right away. No one knows what will happen next second and where the future will be."

She squinted and smiled, a sweet and kind smile.

"I'm not going anywhere without you," she said.

Orson stared straight at her, his eyes widening suddenly.His mind went blank, and when he realized it, he felt his lips trembling.

This was the first time Megan Hilde voluntarily said such words, and he couldn't believe what he heard was true.In fact, he has never been able to determine her heart.At this moment, he only felt that his heart was suspended and beating violently, and for a moment he could only hear the sound of blood rushing in his head.

Megan was aware of his sudden urgent gaze, which burned like a torch, burning her heart.She began to avoid that gaze, and her face quickly turned bright red, like two ignited clouds.His eyes shrank, and the hand that was holding Orson was also loosened.

"Sorry, I might be crazy to say this out of the blue at a time like this—"

Suddenly, a loud bang exploded above her head, drowning out her voice.The ground was instantly illuminated by green light, and the houses, streets, and their faces all reflected a dazzling green.The two looked up at the same time.

A huge ball of evil flames exploded on the spell barrier above, and the barrier trembled and shattered a large piece.Blue-purple fragments of arcane energy wrapped in green flames fell from the sky, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.Through that big hole, one could see clearly the star-studded night sky above, covered by a strange layer of fluorescent green.In such a situation, no matter how vast the starry sky is, it is difficult for people to stop and appreciate it.The block that was originally on standby boiled up in an instant, surrounded by the shouts of captains and sergeants one after another, chaotic but unified.They all conveyed the same order - go.

Orson looked around solemnly.At this moment, the door behind him opened again, and the other three team members filed out.They were fully armed, cast a quick glance at Orson and Meganhild, and then ran along the street in the direction of the north gate.The captain was at the end, carrying a huge tidal wave longbow on his back.

"Seven teams. Let's go."

His footsteps paused, in order for people to hear what he said, that's all.

There was still a roar in the sky.Orson looked at their backs that were going away quickly, and felt a powerful force pulling his body to follow.But he couldn't move his feet, as if his soul was separated, and he was no longer in this world at this moment.

"Orson."

The hunter turned his head, and the warlock stared at him.

He turned around suddenly and took Meghanhild's face with both hands.Megan Hilde froze, opened her eyes wide, and grabbed his hand subconsciously.

Then she closed her eyes.

Orson smiled, leaning down to kiss her full, soft lips.

There was chaos around, everyone was shouting and running.He had to raise his voice.

"I love you, Megan Heard. I love you. And, if anything happens,"

He gazed into her eyes.

"escape."

A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, and the night seemed like day for a moment.There was also the sound of something falling heavily on the ground, and the earth trembled.

Then there was a deafening roar.

At the same time, Vincent rolled sideways into the bushes, dodging a long whip that was swung at him.

Meanwhile, Joanna stood by the hospital bed, clutching a bloody hole in a soldier's chest.

At the same time, Herman pointed his sword at the abyss lord and ordered a second attack.

At the same time, Harlan came out from behind the tree trunk, mentioned "Reincarnation", and rushed towards a mo'arg alone.

At the same time, Roy stepped onto the Evil Saber and headed towards the place where the Sargerite Keystone was located—the nest of the Spider Queen Tylanna.