Voice of Dragonland

PS: The plot unfolds, there is no abuse point in this chapter, please rest assured to eat~~

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The tentacles are like a curse that cannot be shaken off, slowly stretching and floating inside the cave, gradually forming a formation, covering all directions within the attack range of the tentacles, they hang there quietly, and the most ferocious attack is hidden in the final silence .

Legolas rolled his eyes, looking for usable weapons on the ground, locked one place, and raised his eyes to look at the structure of the entire cave.

The tight corners of his mouth gradually relaxed, he still remembered the training that year...

The wound left by the sword tip on his throat was very thin, like a red thread passing around his neck, and strands of blood slowly seeped out. His father didn't care about his injury, his eyes were calm, and the sword-holding The hand was stretched out steadily, without any flaws.

Legolas lowered his eyes to think for a moment, and when he looked up again, he was calm and determined.He leaned forward sharply, and the tip of the sword pierced the skin of his neck again, but Thranduil did not withdraw the force from his hand at all. At this moment, if he wanted to use a suicide move to force his father to withdraw the sword, he would only end up with a blood spatter on the spot end.

Of course he wouldn't.

The forward leaning body was used as a power storage point, and he leaped back quickly, followed by Thranduil's sword, but in the end it was a bit slower.

Legolas jumped a few meters away, leaped forward suddenly, and faced Thranduil's sword forward.

The only advantage he can have over his father is speed. Although it is only a slight difference, it can also allow him to avoid the sword's edge.The blade brushed past his shoulder, the thin blade cut through the clothes and scratched the flesh, but he ignored the slight pain, lowered his head, and pushed away Thranduil's crossed wrist with his backhand. Shield, slammed into his father's chest.The sword was too long to turn around, Legolas' impact was fast and hard, Thranduil had no choice but to receive the impact, the huge impact made the two of them fall to the ground.

Legolas pressed against his father, curling his fingers around Thranduil's throat.And the king's sword was held sideways, on Legolas' neck.

Thranduil nodded, "A draw."

"Look at the posture, ADA, you can't cut my throat as fast as I can crush yours!" Legolas smiled, not paying attention to the blood running down his neck.

"Do you want to try?" Thranduil's voice was cold.

Legolas got up and handed Thranduil his hand. The proud king didn't hold his hand, but stood up slowly, "Remember what I said. Calm down. The more dangerous you are, the more important this is. !"

calm!With his current physical strength, he only has one chance, if he can't hit it with one blow, there is no possibility of surviving.

The floating tentacles were a little impatient, they waved slowly, and gradually pressed down.

Now! !Legolas jumped up, a huge whip sounded from under his feet, only a few centimeters away from his ankle!And he has already jumped out from the gaps of the densely falling tentacles, swimming along the zigzag line like a nimble fish, avoiding the whips and the heavy pincers.

right here!He lowered his body, picked up a long sword, and then jumped back, avoiding the pincers.Leap back, short body, roll over, get up, sprint, all in one go!Several tentacles rose and fell behind him, but couldn't catch up with his speed.

At this time, Legolas stepped on the cave wall and ran towards a high place at high speed. The wound was in severe pain, his eyes were a little hazy, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly. He bit the tip of his tongue vigorously, and the sharp pain rushed straight to the brain. , the fishy and sweet smell spread in his mouth, and the scene in front of him became clear for a moment. The monster's smelly and dirty mouth was obliquely below him, and the minced meat sticking between the curved and sharp teeth could be seen close!

The bent body stretched out suddenly, stepped on the rock wall fiercely and swooped down with force, and fell into the mouth of the monster!

The sharp teeth scratched through the fine fish scales covering the shoulders and chest, cut through the clothes and scratched the flesh, fine and dense pain came from the whole body, and the sharp sword in his hand was firmly inserted into the soft and tender meat in the mouth, smelling bad. The brown liquid spurted out, making him unable to open his eyes.The monster's huge body shook violently. Legolas stepped on its foul-smelling, slippery tongue, and lowered his body to avoid the sharp teeth in the fiercely opening and closing mouth.The roaring sound came from under his feet, causing his skull to swell and his eyes to turn black. He held the sword hilt tightly to support his body, and his ears were filled with thunderous tremors.

I don't know how long it took, the restlessness gradually calmed down, Legolas climbed out from the monster's mouth, his physical strength had reached the limit, there was a blurry double image in front of his eyes, the sound of panting echoed heavily in his chest, tearing his painful lungs, he Staggering a step, it fell from the huge mouth of the monster.

The bones hit the hard ground, making a heavy crashing sound. Before he could determine the direction, he rolled down the inclined angle and rolled into a gap at the bottom of the cave.The huge trembling body of the monster immediately collapsed in this direction, and with a loud bang, it tightly blocked the gap...

The world was spinning, Legolas couldn't stop rolling, the pain spread all over his body, his wrist was completely numb, he reminded himself to stay awake, but the strenuous exercise after he lost a lot of blood took away all his strength, the white light in front of his eyes burst out, and the roar in his ears continued , until his body hit the rock hard and stopped falling, and he also lost consciousness.

Thranduil rushed through caves one after another, killing one Lothar after another. His armor was stained with blood, and the wound on his shoulder opened again. Looking for each corpse, no one knows his state of mind at this time, and no one can understand his pain.

This cave is quite special. The wide cave wall seems to have been polished, and the ground is also extraordinarily flat. Thranduil walked to the depths while looking at the cave wall. The rock here seems to be darker than other places, jet black. , faintly glowing with fluorescence, it looks very special, the deeper you go, the more obvious the fluorescence will be.Thranduil stopped and reached out to touch the rocks, "This is..."

"Daroi! Mancarelle? (Don't move! What are you doing?)" A deliberately low voice suddenly sounded in the silent cave.

Thranduil's hand that fell on the rock paused, "Glorfindel?"

"My respected majesty! Mylord! May I ask what you are doing in the depths of this valley wearing the armor of an ordinary jungle warrior?" Glorfindel said in a bad tone, holding a long sword in his hand. There are bloodstains all over the body, obviously killing all the way here.

"I have my reasons." Thranduil tilted his face slightly, "It has nothing to do with you."

"I'm afraid His Majesty can't tell the reason today, so I can't let you go." Glorfindel clenched the sword in his hand, not hiding the hostility in his eyes.

"It's up to you?" Thranduil slowly raised his eyes and glanced at him. Their eyes met. Glorfindel clearly felt that his sharp gaze was pushed back. Thranduil showed no hostility or emotion. Murderous, but it is the kind of quiet pressure that makes people irresistible. This calm and somewhat pale emperor suddenly changed when he raised his eyes. The invisible coercion was pushed in front of him like a wall. He can't breathe!

Glorfindel had no choice but to raise the long sword in his hand.

The golden brilliance flashed in the dark cave, and struck Thranduil's shoulder. The blade whizzed down with the strong wind. This sword was specially made by Elrond for him to kill monsters. It was sharp and sharp. Incomparable, gold and stone can be broken.

"Clang!" Glorfindel's blade touched Thranduil's blade, and there was a crisp sound like a dragon's chant. The two of them exerted their respective strengths, and their blades met with brilliance.

"Ding!" Glorfindel took half a step back, the hand holding the knife was in pain, but Thranduil's face remained unchanged, the slender blade lay across his chest, and the light of the blade refracted into his eyes, making the blue eyes glow. There was a icy brilliance in the dark eyes.

Glorfindel swung his sword upwards again, the cold light flickered and hit another long sword.

Serofen glared, "My lord, why did you draw your sword at my majesty?"

"I have to ask your Majesty, why did he act like a bastard in such an urgent situation!" As soon as Glorfindel finished speaking, Serophin's sword slashed straight down.

"You dare to be so disrespectful!!" Serophon was completely enraged, the blades of his hands bloomed layer by layer like metal flowers, densely covering Glorfindel.

Glorfindel had always heard that the jungle elves were brave and good at fighting, but he didn't think of this desperate appearance. He took a few moves hastily, and his sleeves and arms were covered in blood.

"Daroi! (Stop)" Thranduil stopped.

Serophon had no choice but to withdraw his sword momentum, and retreated behind the king with a face full of humiliating resentment.

"Glorfindel, I know what you are doubting." He set his eyes on the rock wall, resisting the humiliation of showing weakness, "I have no intention of telling you my purpose, but now I have to rely on the power of the entire Middle-earth strength……"

"What do you want?" Glorfindel asked warily.

"Legolas, he fell to the bottom on the day of the Great War." Thranduil replied calmly, "This is my purpose."

Glorfindel was taken aback, this made sense why the monarch went down to the valley repeatedly and was so resistant to setting fire to the canyon, but... He lowered his eyes, "I see, His Highness's whereabouts are unknown, no wonder His Majesty is so anxious .Then, does His Majesty have any clues during this trip?"

Thranduil shook his head lightly, "I will stay at the bottom of the valley and continue to search. If your lord has any order, you can discuss it with Grand Duke Midrian of the Jungle Forest."

"Your Majesty is exploring the valley alone, and there are many dangers. It is better to let Erelente accompany you, and you can take care of Your Majesty." Glorfindel saluted his heart.

"Are you dead when you are a guard in the dense forest?" Serofen said coldly.

"That's very good, Lord Lao, don't worry about it." Thranduil raised his voice, overshadowing Serophin's sarcasm.

Glorfindel also pretended not to hear, and turned around and left after Libi.

"Your Majesty!" Serophon turned angrily and looked up at Thranduil, "This is an insult!"

"I can only swallow these humiliations for now." Thranduil looked at him indifferently, "Glorfindel doesn't trust the jungle, we must make concessions."

Serophon gritted her teeth and lowered her head.

Thranduil looked at these rock walls again, stretched out his hand to caress the jet-black rock, his fingers were stained with black ash, "It seems that the rumors are true..."

"What?" Serophon asked.

"There used to be dragons living here." Thranduil withdrew his gaze, "Go, go to the next cave."

Legolas was awakened by a pain that was stronger than the next.The wrist tightly bound by the cloth strips hurt like a hammer, and hit the wound with the rhythm of the heartbeat. The pain was like a cone, which made him sweat profusely, and the clothes stuck to his body, causing itching.He opened his eyes with a low groan. The pitch-black cave top was at least five meters high, and the uneven rocks were dark in color with faint fluorescent spots.

Before he could see the surrounding scenery clearly, the ceiling of the cave was spinning rapidly in his eyes, and he felt dizzy, so he had to close his eyes again.The heartbeat was heavy, as if the heart had shifted to the throat, and every beat brought severe pain from the wounds all over his body. It was these pains that told him that he was still alive.

"Water..." His lips were chapped, his tongue was swollen, and his mouth seemed to be filled with sand and mud, as dry as a dry desert.

"Tick, tick, tick, tick..." The sound of water droplets was nearby, Legolas moved his body with difficulty, slowly accumulating strength, opened his eyes again, the cave was still spinning slowly, and his ears roared He made a loud noise, and tried several times but failed. He had to lie flat and pant for a long time, and then he struggled to sit up.Pressing the wound on his wrist with one hand, he gritted his teeth and stood up. Every step was like stepping on wavy cotton. The dizziness gripped him tightly, and he staggered away in the direction of the sound of water droplets.

It was a small pond located at the edge of the cave, and the water dripped down from the top of the rock wall. The water flow was slightly turbid, with a smell of mud.Legolas didn't care, he bent down and splashed some water on his face.The cold water hit his hot cheeks, the sense of chaos gradually receded, and his breathing became smoother. He heaved a sigh of relief, buried his face in the water, and sucked a few mouthfuls of water.

"Whoareyou?" A metallic voice sounded behind him, with a tone unlike any species he was familiar with.Accompanied by this careless voice, a strong smell of sulfur rushes towards it. It seems that there is a huge volcano hidden here. The flowing magma will arouse the strong smell of sulfur from time to time, and it may erupt at any time.

Legolas' body froze, and the fear from the depths of his soul gripped him tightly. The fear instantly drenched his back, and he even forgot the pain of the wound, so he could only sit there stiffly.

"Intruder, turn and let me see your face." The voice sounded again, reminding Legolas that this was not an illusion.

He didn't look back, the ripples in the pool in front of him slowly calmed down, became turbid and sank, and gradually reflected his pale and bloodless terrified face, and slowly protruding from behind him, filling the entire pool bit by bit. ——Dragon head!