Blade Dance

On the way back, Megan Hilde took care of her, and she went to church again after returning, and Orson's injury quickly healed.

It wasn't healed either, the wound left a hideous scar, from the outside of the left leg to the top of the knee.

This afternoon, he walks around the room, stretching his muscles.Go from the door to the window, turn right to the bedside table at the end, and then go back the same way.He walks over and over, thinking at the same time.He likes to think while walking, walking through the streets and alleys of the city.But things to think about now are a bit complicated, and it's too noisy outside.The city was in chaos when I first came back, and it is still the same now, people have not recovered yet.At that time, Orson was lifted out of the crowd by his father just after he stepped into the city gate, and was dragged back home without reporting to the captain, without saying goodbye to Megan Hilde, and without... having time to find Harlan.

He hadn't spoken to Harlan since the skirmish at Falcon Watch—which he considered to be a skirmish.Different teams, if they didn't deliberately look for each other, wouldn't even have the chance to meet each other.

He suddenly felt uneasy.

A child's voice came from outside the window, followed by an adult's scolding.When he walked back to the door, he stared at the lower level of the wardrobe on the left side of the bed, as if he could see through the wooden door of the cabinet and see the long sword inside.That's "Muramasa".

Illidari...

Compared with the Illidari, they are after all a group of disorganized and fledgling recruits.Even the Legion is better than them.Now that the commander is dead again, how can he defeat the Illidari if this continues?

He sat down on the edge of the bed.The left leg was numb for a while, and it seemed that he had not fully recovered.It made him uneasy, as if time was running out and the next fight was just around the corner.Anxiety drove him to search for his weapon—his bow dangled from the wall like a giant adder.

Why did the last arrow miss?He aimed for the man's heart, but missed and shot another man.The demon hunter who killed the commander.And next time, he needs to practice harder, and he will never make mistakes next time.

But all of this has nothing to do with Harlan, let alone his fault.Orson rubbed his eyelids with his fingers, and then pinched his frowning brows.Thinking back on what he had said to Harlan at Falcon Watch, he regretted it.But why save a demon hunter anyway?Orson asked him why, but Harlan never answered seriously.Knowing that even if he took the wounded back to Shattrath City in a momentary act, he would still be gossiped, questioned and criticized.There was no way Harlan didn't know or didn't think of this.He was well aware of the consequences, but he still did it. Was it a fluke?After that, if he hadn't left Shattrath City immediately and disappeared from people's eyes, this matter could not have passed like this.The war also helped, attracting attention.

In the current situation, I am afraid that the old things will be brought up again.

He obviously didn't like being in the spotlight.

I have never seen Harlan so speechless and helpless.In the past, no matter how big the quarrel was, he was always easy-going and calm, often making Orson feel that his mouth really grew for nothing.

Incomprehensible.

Over the years, he thought he had gotten used to the gap between them - he had already admitted that the gap existed - and now he began to feel disappointed and unwilling again.

Deliberate alienation?still……

The door was pushed open with a "bang".Orson turned his head in a daze, only to see Megan Hilde rushing in in a panic.

"...Megan, the door will break."

A sullen look appeared on Megan Shield's face.

"Didn't you hear the door I've been knocking on for a long time? If you don't open the door again, I'll think you're dead inside."

"Okay, sorry."

Orson leaned back on the bed.The arrival of his friend allowed him to temporarily get rid of the complicated mental entanglements.Stretching his arms, he lazily watched Meganhild open the door, allowing the Voidwalker behind him to float in.

"Is there something urgent?" Orson glanced at the warlock's servant and said dissatisfiedly, "Not everyone can enter my room."

Megan turned a deaf ear to the second half of the sentence, she said: "I am afraid that you will be forgotten by the world, so I stopped by to see you. And bring a piece of news that you should be interested in."

She was wearing cloth armor with a staff in her hand, and she seemed to have just returned from a patrol—after the coalition forces returned, all teams took turns to patrol the main city.She walked quickly to the chair by the window and sat down.The voidwalker followed her, stopping at the window.The sunlight shone on it, creating a black-purple mist.

"Your friend has been appointed as the next Commander."

Orson jumped out of bed suddenly.He twisted because he couldn't stand still.Megan Hilde was taken aback.

"what are you doing……"

"My friend? What commander?"

Megan looked at him in disbelief.

"What else? Of course it is the garrison coalition."

"When? Where? Are you sure you're my friend?"

"He was summoned to the Holy Light Square as soon as he returned to the city. The archbishop talked to him in person." Megan replied in one breath, "Aren't you just a friend? That silver-haired and blue-eyed man."

"..." Orson said lazily like a balloon that has suddenly deflated, "I still have a lot of friends. It's just that he is the closest one."

"Intimacy?" Megan's expression suddenly became cold, "Why didn't I see it?"

Orson looked at her suspiciously, but didn't take her question seriously.He sat back on the bed, looked down at the floor, lost himself in thought.

"How is this possible, he doesn't look like a...leader at all."

"It has something to do with his origin."

Orson looked up at her.

"They know he's not Joanna's own?"

He immediately shut his mouth tightly.Megan showed a helpless expression.

"It seems to be true. He is a high elf."

Orson opened his mouth, stunned.Megan was indifferent to his blank expression, and she continued: "That is to say, 'Anthenar' is a surname belonging to the high elves, but it is not as famous as 'Windrunner'. Silver hair, blue eyes, white skin are the surnames of high elves. The appearance of an elf. To be honest, when I saw him for the first time, I thought he looked better than all the blood elves I had ever seen. It seems that there is a reason for his beauty."

"But..." Orson found it difficult to speak, "the high elves...they never came to Outland. I mean, there shouldn't be high elves here. Blood elves, night elves, trolls, orcs, humans, draenei ...these races all exist, we have migrated here from Azeroth, only the high elves..."

"Did he come with the family?"

Orson froze.

He felt that he could not answer the question.

Why is everything about origin?I almost died more than ten years ago, because of my birth, I left my hometown and came to Outland, because of my birth, now...

What would Harlan think?

When he heard Megan Hilde's answer, he realized that he had spoken out the question in his mind.

"He may flatly say no and run away," Meghan said.

Orson stared at her and tightened his fingers involuntarily.

"No, he can't do it. It's an honor and a duty. The Archbishop won't let him do it."

Megan stared at him, seemingly surprised by his cold and firm tone.But she hid her emotions, her face was expressionless, and it was difficult for Orson to judge the look in her eyes.Do you agree with his idea?Still not in favor?

"Finally, the alliance can restrain their arrogance." He said tentatively.

"You think too much," Megan said softly, "He hasn't agreed yet."

Orson froze for a moment, and clenched his hands even tighter.He looked at Meganhild without moving, as if she was kissing the Voidwalker right in his face.

"What do you mean? The archbishop is asking for his opinion? And he is hesitating?"

Megan raised her eyebrows, and the skin on her forehead formed layers of lines.She sighed, like the silence before the storm.

"'Intimacy'? If you don't know him well, you don't care about his feelings at all. Do you think everyone is as passionate as you? Even if you don't have a passionate heart, there are too many things to worry about in this role, and it is impossible to be completely Accept without hesitation."

"Are you kidding?" Orson also raised his voice, "Concern? Hesitation? In this situation?" He realized that he couldn't control his tone, "The legion may come to the city tomorrow. As a warlock, you know they have warped teleportation Door? Where can I find time for him to think about it?"

"Are you really selfless," Meghan's voice was sharp, "or are you immersed in a heroic fantasy of sacrificing yourself for the greater good?"

Orson's face changed suddenly.

"What did you say?"

Megan stared at him coldly, anger flickering across the hunter's face.The conversation froze, and they stared at each other motionlessly.

Orson looked away.

"I never had any illusions," he stared down at his hands. "I just said what I think is right. I have a completely different identity, and I am not qualified to judge."

He looked back at Megan Hilde.

"But war is what we are, each of us. If there is any way to contribute to this fight, I think everyone should do their part."

Megan listened in silence, her eyes gradually becoming cold.But she quickly withdrew that look, and glanced at the void walker beside her for no reason.Orson followed her gaze to the warlock's servant.It is now dark blue.

"Okay. I can't make an objective evaluation of your friend's actions, your thoughts, and the whole thing. After all, I don't know Harlan well, and I haven't known you for a long time. I can only say that different people have different opinions. However,"

Megan suddenly looked at Orson seriously.

"However, since you consider him a friend, you should have some respect for his choice."

Orson accepted her gaze calmly and said nothing.He didn't approve or refute, just staring at Meghan Hilde.Megan didn't know what he was thinking, and didn't know if he listened to her words.After a moment Orson was not looking at her, but the void between them.

"Where is Harlan now? Do you know?" He asked suddenly.

Megan Hilde blinked: "He seems to be out of town."

"Will the guards let him out?" Orson looked surprised, "Going out of the city at this time, doesn't that mean he just left?"

"I don't know, maybe he just needs some personal space. The city is too noisy, which is completely understandable. But where can he go?"

"I don't know, there is always a place. If it was him, he might really just walk away."

Megan watched Orson stand up quickly and go to the closet to get clothes.

"You want to find him? Outland is so big, do you know where he went?"

"...I don't know." Orson turned his head and looked at her blankly, "I thought your voidwalker saw it? Where did he go?"

Megan Hilde was stunned for a moment, then laughed helplessly.

"You really don't know anything."

She smiled slyly: "How would I know?"

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Harlan galloped his horse and arrived at the Dark Marsh Lake within half a day.He tied the horse in the mushroom forest farther away, and walked to the cabin by the lake on foot.

Shattrath City is noisy with people, and Hellfire Peninsula is covered by gunpowder and bullets. In contrast, Zangarmarsh is incomparably quiet.It is a kind of tranquility that calms the whole body and mind, longing to sink into it forever.

Insects chirped softly, and the wind rustled the reeds by the lake.Walking along the path by the lake, he couldn't help but stop, staring at the lake reflecting the starry sky again.

It was an unchanging sight.

How does it feel to stand in the middle of the lake?Fall to the stars.perhaps.Falling towards the bottomless unknown with nothing to rely on, but below is the beauty that hits the soul directly.Extreme fear and extreme joy.He curled his lips and moved on.The cabin was getting closer and closer, and this time he had time to observe carefully.The outlines of the eaves, doors and windows, the texture and color of the cedar, and the small chimney standing on the top.He stopped in front of the door, raised his hand and pressed his palm against the door.

There was silence.

He pushed the door open with a little force.There was a soft creaking sound in my ear, which was fleeting.Everything in the house is exactly the same as when we left last time.This is a small house.There is a bathroom, a bedroom, a kitchen, and a small living room.The bedroom is connected to the living room, so when you enter the door, you can see wardrobes, cabinets, bookshelves, tables and chairs, beds, and empty weapon racks, which are simple and simple, and appear vague and quiet in the dark.There is a scent of nanmu in the room, mixed with a hint of dream leaf fragrance.In front of the door is a lawn with a path in the middle.Plants grow wantonly and look like they have been left untended for too long.

He walked into the house and closed the door behind him.The floor rattled under pressure.He looked down as his shadow faded as the door closed, finally merging with the night.

On the way here, he always had a glimmer of hope, knowing that it was impossible, but he always hoped that this room would have a slight connection with that person.It now appears that it is really just an unclaimed, long-abandoned house.Anyone can discover it.Anyone can come.

The white moonlight pouring in from the window was enough for the eyes to slowly adapt to the darkness.

He suddenly realized that he might be the only one who still remembered this place.It is easy to be forgotten in this geographical location, especially when there is nothing worth nostalgic in this space.A feeling of entrustment hits - only you remember this.Only you will come here—an unauthorized entrustment, holding him back, making him sink deep, and stay here.

The intersection of two straight lines is purely coincidental.This is a world driven by chance, why question it?One of them went in the original direction, and the other was left at the intersection.

Such a point of intersection should not have been left at all.He knew that while he was hesitating and retreating, the other party was also doing the same.

He suddenly regretted coming here on a whim.It was like a small depression in the endless desert, which was obviously smoothed by the wind, but the weight was applied again accidentally, so that square inch of land collapsed again.

He felt distraught.

Coalition Commander.If it were you, what would you suggest me to do?

Joanna would say respect my choice, and Vincent would say listen to his heart—run away?Maybe—that's tantamount to saying nothing, Orson...don't think about the previous quarrel, Orson will let me take over the responsibility.

What about you?

Harlan walked to the table, rubbed his fingers along the deep and shallow wood grains on the table, and then touched the oil lamp on the table.The torch rang softly, he lit the lamp, and looked around the room again.The simple decoration became clearer, and he also discovered some new things, such as neatly stacked quilts and creases on the sheets, such as a small nightsaber stone sculpture on the upper shelf of the bookshelf, such as a gap in the door of the wardrobe, which was not closed tightly, For example, there is a picture frame hanging on the wall on the right.

He heard his own heartbeat.At such a distance, it is impossible to see the content on it clearly.So he turned and walked towards the wall.

At this moment, there was the sound of the wooden door opening slightly.

The author has something to say: If you don’t die, you won’t die