Atlas Battle Song

His mother taught him how to dance when he was very young.

It was very cold in the house in winter, and they only had a small stove.So Ma always played with Trand and made the boy run and dance to keep himself warm.

He remembered his mother in her dance costume and brass bracelet, humming the songs of the festival.The dance seemed magical. When she raised her arms, the whole space seemed to be just a veil that moved with it. Firelight and shadows flowed, following the dancer's light posture, just like the wind follows the wings of a bird.

Her arms are spinning upwards like a light kite in the breeze, her shoulders are drooping and stretched, and her wrists are as soft as wicker...

When the mother smiled and looked at the boy, holding his hand and spinning together... It was as if the whole world was a warm flame, and they were the heart of the flame.Everything springs from the joy of the moment.

When she was tired from playing, her mother would hold him in her arms, hum a lullaby and pat him on the back.The boy's small head was pressed against his mother's heart, listening to the fire in that chest.

Trand will always remember.

In the world, there used to be Huo Yan who was so gentle and loved him so much.

But mother died.

The house became cold, and so did my mother.The boy stayed by the bed until the adults forcibly pulled him away.

Later, he wandered to the Golden City alone.In the brothel, Trande learned more dances, the solemn and slow dance of the Omega in white robes, the sword dance that boys in the western plateau learn, the dance that farmers dance when they celebrate the autumn harvest, the dance of the barracks. dance.But dancing in front of grown-ups would only make him sick.Even as a child, he could understand what the greedy and fiery eyes of those gentlemen meant.Since then, Trand has stopped dancing.

After all, the happiness and love he once had had disappeared.

Until one day, he met another boy.

Master Egg was always very reserved, trying his best to look like a grown-up to please everyone.Never get distracted when it's time for class, and train when it's time to train, and all standards are no different from formal knights.I don't know why, but Trander just likes to see the troubled expression of the young master.He always danced around the young master, provoking him with childish words, and rubbed against him while dancing.Little Egg endured it with a distressed expression, as if watching a clingy puppy running wildly around him.

The boys played and squabbled away the idle afternoons.

When Trander grew into a teenager, he suddenly realized what this fiery joy was, and he kissed his young master.

Since then, the joy and love in Trand's nature have returned again.

As for Master Egg, he just loved him indifferently, no more, no less.But Trand is very clear.If it is said that Yi Ge's cold-talking personality is only one-third of the interest in the world, then this three-point is given to him.

That's right.

Trand doesn't care how much, he just wants everything.

He is like a seed, liberated from the confinement of the desert, and begins to take root in the soil again.Or put it the other way around, just like water creates an oasis, and heat creates a flame...Trand itself is a strong love, which will radiate heat and light like the sun.

Some people are born like this, with more tolerance, more anger, more pleasure, and more intense desire.

For example, right now, Trand is burning with jealousy and vigorously.

"Ow... get away from Egg, hell."

The banquet at the Governor's Mansion has begun.But Trand hid in the side room with his servants, and watched as Igor, dressed in the imperial nobleman's finery, sat with the baron on the pillow in the middle of the seat.Yi Ge was still wearing a ring he didn't recognize, and he didn't know if it was given by the shameless crown prince.

The audience hall is filled with string music, gurgling spring water, countless glazed lanterns and canary cages adorning the courtyard in the center of the audience hall.Nobles and lords sat on either side of the square cloister.

"Who is the new governor?"

"It must be the handsome Sybyl,"

The lords whispered and looked at Egg who was sitting in the main seat.

"What! It turned out to be this type..." A lord seemed to be angry, too embarrassed to speak.The others saw through his thoughts at once, and laughed, "Did you miscalculate? Those dancers you sent were not even as beautiful as the governor himself. Such a beauty with slender eyebrows..."

Indeed, the black-haired aristocratic young man has an outstanding appearance, giving people a sharp and beautiful impression, like a knife inlaid with gems.He was dressed in the traditional dark blue thorn gold dress of the empire, and he leaned lazily on the pillow, facing the courtyard and the lords sitting on the left and right.The musicians held the whaletooth harp, the canary in the cage also chirped and sang, and two blue peacocks strolled by the fountain.

But the young man's expression was cold, he didn't know where he was looking, like a faint king who was tired of entertainment and beauty.

This demeanor made the people very frightened.The musicians tried to play a more suitable tune, and the deacon cautiously tried to change a wine.The dancers were at a loss, so they could only continue to dance and try not to make their smiles look stiff.The lords were even more panicked.

"That lord...hasn't said a word since the banquet started..."

"It's the same with the old governor. He just kept whispering to that lord, with such a respectful attitude... It seems that this person has a lot of background."

"A pure-blood Sybyl."

"It turned out...it's that lord!" Only one lord excitedly recognized Egg.

An Tuo, the masked lord, remained silent all the time, neither chatting nor making comments, just waiting for the opportunity while drinking.

A red-haired female lord also folded her arms, observing the men silently.

Whispers of speculation and doubt passed through the banquet, and an undercurrent surged.The lords put on a smile, cut off a large piece of roast lamb, and toasted the "new governor" pretending to be happy.The banquet was very lively, but Yi Genian didn't pay attention at all, and looked elsewhere with distracted eyes.

In fact, Yi Ge was just sleepy. He didn't expect the banquet in the West Plateau to be so boring. Why didn't the assassins and fighters show up?

He looked at the two peacocks in the yard and began counting their feathers silently.

One, two, three, four, five...

"Your Excellency, may I ask if there is any news from Trander? Muawia?" The old governor, Baron Dunn, was also very anxious.The man didn't show up for a long time, could it be that he noticed something?

Egg said coldly: "97, 98...how do I know? Could it be that I am his deacon? 99..."

The Baron realized that he had asked an impolite question and quickly shut up.

Suddenly, Yi Ge said something coldly, which shocked everyone present.

"Boring, I'm going back, let's stop here tonight."

Egg got up to go.

Anyway, he had already counted how many feathers the peacock had.

"!"

"Wait, Master 'Sharp'..."

"This……"

"Then, then today..."

"But……"

The lord's waywardness caught off guard like summer thunder.

The progress of the conspiracy was disrupted, and the respective plans in the minds of the lords were also destroyed.A strong sense of uneasiness permeated everyone's hearts.

The baron was also shocked, he didn't expect that the "crown prince's lover" would be so dandy.The baron was dissatisfied and afraid of offending the crown prince, so he could only persuade him with nice words: "Your Excellency, are you not staying any longer? If you leave, the banquet will lose its glory."

Egg glanced at him: "You don't have ears? What I mean is—you don't do it either, go away, it's boring."

The baron suppressed his anger and continued to laugh: "There will be a very interesting performance in the future, you will like it, please think about it."

"have what?"

"There is a traditional snake dance in the western plateau, which was performed by the Gushan people in the past when they worshiped the God of Beauty."

"Not interested, don't watch."

"This...then there is a dwarf jester in the governor's mansion, who can do tricks and make pigeons and squirrels out of wine glasses."

"Then why don't I just go and see the cute squirrel? The dwarf is so ugly, don't look."

"Your Excellency, wait, wait... Do you like dance dramas? Lord Wulan brought a team of young and beautiful boys who can perform various folk tales in the western plateau. I have seen the stories, and the stories are very interesting. The boys are also beautiful , if you like it, you can..."

"Is there a puppet show?" Egg asked seriously.

This, however, turned the baron off.Such a formal official banquet, how could there be a childish puppet show for children... He smiled awkwardly and waved his hands.

"It's not."

"Oh."

Egg turned and walked away, so startled that the Baron tugged on his sleeve hastily.

"Wait, please—!"

Someone shouted.In fact, in the noisy discussion, this voice is not loud, but it is very firm.Everyone looked back, and the speaker was the masked lord An Tuo.

Egg glanced at the masked man.

The masked lord An Tuo got up and saluted, and said respectfully: "My lord, please be calm, there is a performance that may relieve your boredom."

"Ah."

Egg watched them condescendingly.

"My family has a dancer with superb dancing skills and a good figure..."

"ah."

Egg remembered.Oh yes, Trand hasn't danced yet!

He was immediately happy, and smiled knowingly and asked: "Oh? I only like black skin and green eyes. Does your family have this color scheme?"

"It so happens that it is so, sir."

Igor is happy.He sat back on the couch again, raised his feet arrogantly, and said slowly: "I only see the ones with big breasts, thin waists, thin waists and raised buttocks. Is that the only one in your house?"

There was a whisper during the dinner.

"Such a beauty, Your Excellency." Lord An Tuo saluted humbly.

"Male and female?" Egg laughed. "I have a correct answer in mind. If you guess wrong, I won't read it."

Egg thought to himself: Trander is a lioness, the lioness hehehe.

After hesitating for a moment, the masked lord An Tuo answered cautiously.

"It's a male."

The lords looked at each other.

A man with big chest, thin waist, thin buttocks?Black skin and green eyes?Dancer?People try to imagine what kind of image it is, guessing the taste of nobles.

"Hey?"

Egg narrowed his eyes like a cheetah on the scent of its favorite prey.

"It seems that I chose the right one." The masked lord An Tuo breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I hope this program can entertain you, the incomparable 'Shapur'."

Lord An Tuo clapped his hands.

Surrounded by a group of graceful dancers, a warrior-like man stepped out. The gold-woven peacock blue gauze dress fluttered with vigorous steps, and the golden bells rustled.

Trande Muawia held his head high, his posture extremely haughty.

There were constant exclamations at the banquet on the left and right.Even the wealthy businessmen and lords who are used to love and love have to sigh: this beauty is priceless.If he was a woman, perhaps even the richest king would be willing to travel thousands of miles just to witness those emerald green eyes full of love under the veil.

Oasis Star.

Emerald among emeralds.

Trand glanced around.Everyone saw his disdainful eyes, like a caged beast.

"Yo," Egg laughed, "that's a nice lion."

Trander cast a contemptuous glance at the surrounding lords and wealthy businessmen, then turned to look at the aloof Ego, his eyes suddenly became docile.

"Bless you, my honorable young master."

He got down on one knee, the way he had done when he first saluted Egg as a boy.He put his hand on his heart, where the branding was.

"This is yours forever."

"Hey, it's interesting."

Egg smiled and continued to pretend they didn't know each other.

They looked at each other, tacitly engaged in some childish game or prank.

There was a lot of noise around, the seats were whispering to each other, and the musicians stopped playing.The deadlocked banquet is saved and everything seems to be working again.

"What are you holding?" Egg raised his chin and pointed.

"A brass sword for dancing, my lord," said Trand.

"Don't let me see this kind of thing, so... just this." Yi Ge pointed to the golden short sword in front of Baron Duwen.It was an antique ceremonial sword that once belonged to King Gurbaiti and is now used as a symbol of the Viceroy's power.

"I'm sorry Your Excellency, this is very difficult to do, because this sword..."

Before Baron Duwen could finish speaking, Egg had already picked up the golden dagger and threw it at Trand.

Everyone was shocked.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Trander caught the flying golden dagger.If he wasn't a well-trained Sybil knight, then he might have been seriously injured by the throwing knife at this moment.Trander sighed, Egg is really a guy who doesn't know what to do.

"Dance with this." Egg sat down satisfied, completely ignoring the angry and startled Baron.This behavior was noticed by the lords at the banquet, and they all speculated why Yi Ge, as the "new Governor of the Western Plateau", would humiliate the old Governor, Baron Duwen, so blatantly at the banquet.

"Well, since this is the young master's wish...as long as it makes you happy, anything is fine." Trander smiled dotingly, and deliberately shook his ears up and down.

Egg was happy.

Everyone could see that this male dancer was very good at pleasing the young nobles, and maybe he would be favored tonight.

Trander snapped his fingers and said to the musicians, "A Harvest Festival celebration."

"Which song?"

"up to you."

Trander casually picked up a lord's wine glass, drank it in one gulp under the surprised eyes of others, and then threw it aside.

"Presumptuous! Who are you!"

"Let's start." Trander didn't care, took two sips of the waterpipe recklessly, and then put the pipe back into the original owner's hand.

There was a moment of silence at the banquet.

The musician changed to the tarqin commonly used by folks, and took a deep breath-the cheerful music burst out, which is the music that farmers will play when celebrating the harvest.The notes are full like beating grains of wheat, which is delightful.Alcohol and the lover's eyes are equally exciting, and Trander came on stage with a smile, and everyone paid attention to him.

He snapped his fingers to match the rhythm.

The golden bells on his ankles also rustled. He bent his knees and straightened his slender waist, highlighting the lines from hips to thighs.

Such a gesture is full of lust, and Trander knows it well.So he smiled, and his wrist followed the rhythm down and then lifted up charmingly, constantly highlighting the lines of his waist and hips.The tassels and peacock feathers of the golden belt swayed, occasionally revealing the honey-colored skin of her thighs.

This is really a wonderful dance, charming and masculine.

The joyful string music became faster and faster, and finally almost became a kind of fight between the music and the dancers. The melody rushed out, and the man stepped on every rhythm point forcefully, just like a warrior taming a galloping bull.

The music becomes the blade that Dazzling swung, and the body of the dancer becomes a weapon.

The audience was completely happy, clapping as fast as they could, cheering him on.Trand was pleased with himself.The rotation of the wrist, the pause and acceleration of the music, the graceful posture of the arms, the snapping of the fingers, the waist and powerful legs, the golden bell and applause, the stretching of the shoulders...

It is rare in the world to have such a situation, everything is under control, everything is just right.

Perfect.

People were overjoyed, loved him, were obsessed with him, and watched the dancer's figure with concentration and ecstasy.The wild rhythm, the excited hearts of the people, and even the whole space were tamed and completely obeyed him.As if there was nothing that didn't belong to him at the moment.

Trand really enjoyed it.

As he spun, he saw the one he loved... Egg was sitting there, quietly watching him dance, focused like a little boy.

Just like before, they are happy and they love each other.

until the end of everything.

The music ended, and the audience cheered as Trand gracefully spread his arms and bowed.The festive atmosphere of the banquet reached its climax.

"OK!!"

"This is the real West Plateau man!"

"Real man!"

The men applauded excitedly and repeatedly praised the dancers' flexibility and skills.The vigorous dance touched the hearts of many girls, who secretly praised the man's strength.People love him.

"Hehehe~"

Trand was out of breath, looking at Egg happily, like a puppy waiting for a compliment from its master.

"Big lion." Egg pouted.

Later, Trande danced a dance in honor of the goddess of beauty, a powerful sword dance, and finally ended with a melodious and slow Omega dance.The original political banquet became happy, people talked and laughed, enjoying this short moment like a celebration.The wine boy was always busy, the fig wine and date paste were always being added, and the moon was getting higher and higher, and the banquet was halfway through.Baron Duvin was still anxious, wondering when Trand Muawia would show up.

Egg stood up and said, "The clothes smell of alcohol and smell uncomfortable. Please allow me to change before continuing to attend the banquet."

This is indeed a Sibyl tradition.

"Then...does your excellency know...when Sir Trande Muawia will attend the banquet? After all, tonight is the banquet for his appointment." The baron asked cautiously.

Yi Ge was in a great mood: "That man, he should have gone to change clothes, he will be here soon." Taking advantage of his drunkenness and joy, he glanced at Trander, raised his chin, turned around and left.

Most of the seasoned lords noticed this detail, which meant that the "new governor" liked the dancer and asked him to follow him to serve in the inner room.

An Tuo, the masked lord, hurriedly grabbed Trand's hand, "The time has come, go and 'serve' that man well."

An Tuo quietly gave him a thin thin blade.The meaning couldn't be more obvious——

Take the opportunity to kill that person.

"Don't let me down." An Tuo said.

"Don't worry, that young master will cry and beg me in the end."

Trander smiled slyly, hummed a little tune, and followed unhurriedly.

Now, it's his turn to be a hunter.