Lucia asked Blade to do an orc war dance, and originally just said it casually with the intention of joking, but he didn't expect Blade to really agree to him, and couldn't help but look at him in surprise.

As soon as the words came out, Blade was also quite surprised, he didn't expect that he would agree to Lucia's request. You know, the two only met for the first time today, and the relationship doesn't seem to be good enough to make herself dance for her!

Blade felt that he was a little impulsive, and a look of hesitation suddenly appeared on his face.

"Alright, I'll enjoy your orc dance of war!" Lucia saw that Blade wanted to repent, so she quickly spoke, not giving him any chance to repent.

With that, Lucia walked slowly to a reef by the sea, sat down on it, put her cheeks in her hands, and plunged her snow-white feet into the water, gently kicking back and forth, letting the rushing water lap her ankles.

She bared her teeth slightly, and smiled, "Let's start!

Hearing Lucia's words, Blade knew that it seemed that this dance would not work if he didn't dance it.

Anyway, it's okay to be idle now, so let's dance a song!

Blade smiled at Lucia, then stood up from the beach, holding the 'Purgatory' knife on his back, standing erect, and slowly making a starting pose.

He just stood still, motionless, as if in a state of flux.

Only with the artistic conception can you dance a perfect war dance. And that artistic conception is the will to fight. He stood still at the moment, silently brewing his battle intent.

In the depths of his mind, scenes of battles emerged one by one.

In the breakout battle of Blackson Castle, the sword is full of lights, the sword shadow is full of buildings, the iron horse soldiers, the majestic mountains and rivers; outside the red willow forest on the bank of the Valen River, the phantom suddenly appears, the female thief is fierce, the danger is full of dangers, and every step is terrifying; on the huge waves of the ocean, the evil beast is coming, the ship is destroyed and the people are killed, the blood is splashed three feet, and the evil beast is finally killed; on the lonely island hanging overseas, the beautiful woman is in distress, the thief is rampant, and the sword is drawn in anger to save the beautiful woman.

Thinking back on what happened during this time, Blade couldn't help but feel excited. At this time, although he was not in the real battle, a trace of the fire of fighting spirit had quietly brewed from his heart.

A gust of sea breeze blew, blowing his mane all over his head, and it also blew a trace of war intent fire that he had secretly brewed, which suddenly burst out, spreading rapidly like a fire phoenix.

A high-spirited battle spirit filled his whole body.

He smells the wind and dances with it.

Hearing a long roar, the 'Purgatory' long knife in the hand of the blade was raised high and stabbed into the bright starry sky above his head.

Then there was a sudden flash of cold light, as if the sky was pouring out of the galaxy, and the long knife slashed obliquely, and when the blade was about to touch the ground, the knife style changed abruptly. He flipped his five fingers, reversed his long knife, and swept forward with a sharp roar that broke through the air.

With a 'bang', the fine sand and gravel on the beach were stirred by the strong wind brought by the sweep of the long knife, and flew into the sky and fell again. The blade swung the long knife in his hand continuously, or slashed, or stabbed, or picked, or slashed.

His steps are steady and vigorous, his movements are soothing and smooth, he advances or retreats, leaps and bounds, and the rough and simple of the orc war dance is vividly expressed by him.

The cold moon is silent, and the long knife is like snow.

Looking at the hazy shadow dancing under the moon on the beach by the sea, Lucia was a little stupid for a while.

Before she knew it, she was already immersed in it, as if she was also in the fierce battlefield.

In her ears, there seemed to be a desolate trumpet whimpering, as if the earth-shattering shouts of killing were echoing; in front of her eyes, there seemed to be a picturesque battle flag spreading, and there seemed to be a brave figure moving forward.

The desert is lonely, the blood is yellow sand, the sunset over the long river, and the golden iron horse.

Although Lucia has lived in the sea since she was a child, she has never set foot on the mainland, and she has never seen the long river of the desert. However, the heroic and tragic picture of the desolate battlefield on the continent described in the Sea Clan's classics jumped into her mind at this moment.

Lucia's heart was deeply shocked by the artistic conception of the blade war dance.

Under the stars, by the sea, the blade of a dancer continues his war dance.

The majestic and vigorous dance firmly attracted Lucia, and at this time, in Lucia's beautiful eyes, there was nothing but the high-spirited dancing figure.

She just watched stupidly.

Suddenly, Lucia put down her cheek-supporting hands, sat up straight, raised her right hand, and pointed lightly towards the sea.

A column of water rushed diagonally out of the sea, and under the guidance of Lucia Qianyu's hand, it condensed into a water ball half a meter in diameter in front of her. Lucia recited the incantation, and the balloon kept stretching and changing, and finally as she took shape, the balloon changed into the shape of a harp.

Lucia stretched out her left hand and took the harp condensed by the sea into her arms. Then she pointed her right hand again, pointing to the stars in the sky. I saw a faint starlight pouring down, gathering on the tip of her right finger. A moment later, a cloud of stars shone on Lucia's fingertips, as if it were real and magical, and it was unusually beautiful.

Lucia pointed her starry finger at the harp in her arms. With her finger, the starlight on her fingertips suddenly shattered, turned into bits of stardust, and sank into the harp.

A magical harp glittering with enchanting starlight was thus made.

Lucia holds a magical harp made of seawater and starlight in one hand, and gently catches the strings of the magical harp with the other.

Her slender and crystalline fingers flicked slightly, and a ding-dong harp sound sounded immediately.

Accompanied by the beautiful sound of the piano, she opened her mouth slightly, opened her voice lightly, and sang:

"On the sea at dusk, the setting sun is dim;

The banner on the warrior's spear flutters high in the sea breeze;

In front of the sea and sky, the figure of a sea devil appeared;

A firm gaze is the eternal faith of a warrior;

Clenching the spear in his hand, the warrior rushed forward on the churning waves;

He rushed forward!

Blood, permeating the sea at dusk;

The warrior's spear stabbed the sea devil in the heart;

The sea devil's claws cut through the warrior's chest;

The angry sea breeze could not hide the sorrow in the hearts of the warriors;

In his distant hometown, there is his beloved girl;

The angry sea breeze brought his last thoughts back to his distant hometown;

Brought back to him...... Beloved girl!"

Lucia's singing voice is light and tactful, and it is difficult to help herself, especially the faint sadness in the song.

I saw that under the reflection of the starry sky, the beautiful princess of the sea tribe sat alone on the reef by the sea, stroking the piano and singing. Every time she plucked the strings, a few bits of starlight would fly out of the magical harp, flutter in front of her, and finally slowly disappear into the hazy night.

Lucia finished singing, and the blade also stood up, ending the war dance, and the two looked at each other silently under the moon, speechless for a while.