Blade Dance

Orson.□□ is a native forest dweller.

He was born in a small village in the eastern Terokkar Forest and lived there until he came of age. At the age of 15, he moved to Shattrath City with his father.Father started a slaughter business, he was in charge of hunting.He thinks that his level is not bad, otherwise his store would not be so prosperous.After six years, they bought a house in the central city with the money they earned from the butcher shop. They finally got rid of the slums where most of the urban residents gathered, and they could barely be considered rich.

Oh yes, Harlan also hunts a lot.Harlan Anthenar, his good friend, is a blood elf.Orson had known him for a long time, since Harlan first came to Shattrath City, to be precise.It is not too much to say that they grew up together and were inseparable all day long.There's probably no one in the world who's more used to being around each other than the two of them, Orson thought.

When it came to hunting, he always laughed at Harlan for fighting in close quarters, with his battered iron sword and his pitiful little cleat.This method is unique, but also extremely clumsy and dangerous.Can't he try long-range weapons such as bows and arrows or crossbows?Everyone else does it, just take the time to learn.He agreed with Joanna on this point—Harlan should really change his habits, even though he rarely went out injured or returned empty-handed.

Orson also invited him to hunt together on the grounds that he would get twice the result with half the effort, but Harlan repeatedly refused, and joked that as long as he was around, the cute little animals would definitely be scared away by that ferocious face.Orson was a troll, with high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, a hooked nose, and sharp, thin lips.Where is this hideous?But Orson didn't care much.Although he doesn't know why, he knows that his eccentric friend needs some personal space from time to time.

But without even saying goodbye, leaving Shattrath City like this is too much.

"So, why didn't he tell me?" He slammed his glass on the oak table, spilling some of the wine.

The proprietress turned her head and stared at him: "Later, you wipe that table, and you wash that cup." What she wants to do most now is to get rid of this annoying person in front of her, "I'm afraid that you will have such a reaction. Don’t tell me? If it were me, I wouldn’t say it either.”

"But he used to tell me every time he left! He would tell me about when he would come back, and he would ask me what presents I would bring!" Orson continued to yell.

"He didn't say when he'll be back this time." Joanna stopped wiping the wine cabinet with a rag and looked back at him.

"What?" Orson was stunned, his eyes widened, "Why? Is he still coming back?"

"He said he didn't know." Joanna couldn't help laughing when she saw his dumbfounded expression, "But he's been away for four days, so he should have arrived in Azeroth. It's too late for you to chase after him. "

Orson opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Harlan's failure to inform him of his return was even more heartbreaking than his leaving without saying goodbye.

He has always regarded that person as his best friend.When Joanna picked him up, he often visited him and brought him some clothes and toys.After Harlan's body recovered, he went to play with him again and again, and when his acquaintances saw one of them, they would ask where the other was.Even though Harlan was sometimes cold towards him, and more so the older he got, he was always clinging to him.Probably because he was attracted by that guy's innate and repulsive appearance. The more he resisted, the more he wanted to get close to him.

Or that delicate and handsome face and fair skin, after all, people are always attracted by beautiful things.Such beauty is the racial advantage of the blood elves, Orson thought helplessly.And unlike most blood elves, Harlan's appearance has no evil spirit at all.With silver-white hair and a pair of clear and clear light blue eyes, Orson admitted that he was attracted at first sight.

Speaking of which, he never really thought about his position in Harlan's heart.

He drank the Stormstout in one gulp, his eyes red from the heat.He cleaned the table neatly, washed off the wine glasses, walked to the wine cabinet and bid farewell to the proprietress with red eyes.Joanna was taken aback, and held back a smile and handed him the rag in her hand.Do you want to wipe away your tears?she says.Or hug and cry for a while?Orson flatly refused her and left the hotel in a daze.

It was getting late, and there were stars in the sky above.Pedestrians on the street came and went in a hurry, as if they were rushing home.Orson frowned and walked down the street, immersed in his own thoughts.

He regretted that he had been busy helping his father take care of a giant predator for the past two days, and that he found out so late that his good friend had quietly left.Not only did Harlan leave without saying goodbye, he didn't even talk about when he would come back.This is the first time since the two met.

Wouldn't it be to find that person?

He froze, then shook his head.There was something crazy about this fleeting thought.Harlan had no reason to do that.

"Orson.□□?"

Suddenly, a person stood in front of him.He stopped and looked up.A city guard was watching him, holding a stack of parchments, seemingly proofreading the message in his face.

"Is that you? Orson □□, son of Anthony □□." the guard asked again.

"It's me." Orson replied with some hesitation, and began to think about whether he had done anything suspicious recently.

"You have been drafted into the army." The guard said quickly, "Please report to the Holy Light Square in two days."

Orson froze.The second time, he thought, the second time in the same day that he was so surprised.I may have stepped on something ominous when I went out today.Or when opening the window in the morning to pay attention to the holy light of the naaru in the distance, the heart is not devout enough.He felt depressed, obviously his eyes were devout enough.

He stared blankly at the guard.The latter was about to turn around and leave after finishing speaking, but Orson hurriedly grabbed him.

"Please... May I ask what happened?" Tongues were all tied.

"..." The guard glanced at him and grabbed his hand, hesitated for a moment, and replied, "This afternoon, Shattrath received an urgent report from the front line. The Burning Legion entered the outer domain from the Dark Portal in large numbers, and the garrison coalition forces are in urgent need of support." He paused, and then said, "Although the whole city knows that it will happen sooner or later, I still hope you don't deliberately announce it. The situation is urgent, and we may not be able to take care of both inside and outside."

"So this is conscription?" Orson's hand gradually loosened, and he hadn't fully reacted yet, "But I'm just a butcher's son."

The guard glanced at the information in his hand, glanced at him again, and said coldly: "You are a hunter." After he finished speaking, he turned and walked away.

The hunter was left in place, and stood there in a daze for a long time before he realized what he was facing.The flames of war burned around him overnight, and he didn't know whether he was more afraid or more surprised.

The Burning Legion invaded Azeroth in ancient times, and after several fierce battles, they were driven into the Twisting Nether by a powerful coalition of draenei and blood elves.Since then, the Legion has recharged its batteries until more than 20 years ago when it launched another offensive, invading Outland, and attempting to break further into Azeroth through the Dark Portal.Orson always believed that the forces of the garrison coalition and the Burning Legion were at a stalemate, and that the defense and offense of each other were harmless, so they could maintain a peaceful state for more than ten years.Unexpectedly, the battle situation became urgent all of a sudden, and the Legion entered Outland from Azeroth.Will there be Legion demons in Azeroth?Isn't this direction reversed?He was bewildered and had no way of knowing what was going on.

However, the most urgent task is to calm down, go back and report the news to my father, and discuss countermeasures.Thinking of this, he immediately walked quickly to the house.

After walking a certain distance, he stopped suddenly.

Portal of Darkness?

Did that guy make it to Azeroth safely?

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Harlan reached the Staircase of Fate when it was slightly darkening, and the entrance to another world was on the platform at the top of the staircase.

Even though he has been in and out many times, every time he comes to the door of darkness, he will always stop and stay.The gate stands proudly in front of you, and the inside of the gate is like an abyss. The mysterious sense of depth is awe-inspiring, but at the same time, one can't help feeling afraid, fearing that one will never return.Harlan often felt that this was not a gate connecting Outland and Azeroth, but rather a boundary between life and death.Around the platform stood desolate stone pillars, some of which were broken.Huge stones rolled to the ground, mixed with some abandoned wood and steel parts of unknown origin, like a ruin left by the war.

Harlan quietly stared at the stone gate in front of him, then walked towards the gate.

Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed behind him, and when he tried to dodge, there was already a sharp pain in his back.He staggered and fell forward, subconsciously reaching for the iron sword at his waist.

Two figures were projected on the ground in front of him.The opponent is shockingly tall.

The figure swayed slightly, the sky twirled for a while, there was a gust of wind in his ears, and in the blink of an eye, his back hit the hard stone ground heavily.The continuous pain made his eyes go dark for a while.His attacker knelt on top of him, with his knees against his chest.Chest tightness, difficult to breathe.The force like iron pincers grabbed his wrist, and there was a chill in his throat.

"Where is he?" the man asked sharply.

Harlan was shrouded in shadow, staring into the other's face.The navy blue cloth belt, the sturdy and majestic horns, the snow blue skin dyed by the shadow power of the Well of Eternity - the night elf is looking down at him.

The pressure on his chest was astonishing, and Harlan coughed uncontrollably.The sharp war blade left a deep red bloodstain on his throat.

"Phil, come on. He's out of breath."

There is also a woman.

"If he doesn't say anything, he won't have to worry about breathing soon." The man named Phil replied nonchalantly.He loosened his grip slightly, and the war blade in his hand was still pressed against Harlan's throat.Harlan stopped coughing and began to gasp.

"Our kind, you know what I'm talking about."

Harlan still didn't answer.As a result, the sharp blade in the throat got closer, and the warm blood dripped down the side of the neck.

"Phil, calm down. We haven't seen him all the way, and they may really never be in touch again."

The woman's voice was very calm, like the gentle Fren River flowing through the forest.Harlan followed the voice and wanted to take a look at her, but he couldn't move.

"I don't know," he hissed.

The man frowned, and his tone was full of sternness: "You don't know? I saw you enter Shattrath City with my own eyes. If it wasn't for the patrolling guards in the main city who were difficult to deal with, you would have been corpses long ago."

"Then he might still be in the city. We didn't see him come out, did we?" The woman spoke again, her tone gentle and cautious.Harlan wanted to see her again.

"Are you pleading for a blood elf?" The man suddenly raised his voice.

"No, Phil..." The woman's voice trembled, "He just saved the Legion. Maybe...I mean, he might just have good intentions..."

"'Good intentions'? Used on demon hunters and the Burning Legion?" The man interrupted her without thinking, with a sarcasm on his face, "Did you see clearly? It was a succubus just now, and he was probably a succubus. In vain The noble appearance of the elves, the blood elves are indeed depraved bastards, I told you. You said it out of 'good intentions'..."

He suddenly chuckled, as if thinking of something, the mockery on his handsome face deepened: "I see, it's really interesting. If that's the case, it's okay to keep it..."

His smile suddenly froze, and his muscles tensed.Harlan felt that the power to restrain him disappeared in an instant.The shadows moved aside, and the dazzling skylight poured down, stinging the eyes.In the blurred afterimage, a blue light flashed at a very close distance above him, creating a gust of cold wind.The tall black shadow then landed on the ground in front of him, blocking him behind.The huge demon wings ① on the back suddenly opened and retracted, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

The blade pierced the air and screamed.The demon hunter raised his right arm, catching the whirling weapon with perfect precision.

Harlan tried to steady his breathing and sat up with one hand propped on the ground.His right wrist was sore and numb from the attack just now, and there were still bursts of pain in his back.He subconsciously touched his throat, stained with sticky liquid.But none of this is fatal, so it doesn't matter.He turned his gaze to the back of the front.

Two faint blue swords emitted a cold light.The source of bi-color energy trickled along the blade, calm and aggressive.

"That's it," the demon hunter said fiercely, "traitor."

① Demon Wings: Can only be seen when used.Can't fly, only glide.