Voice of Dragonland

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When everyone returned to the top of the cliff, Erelente rushed out of the fog and shouted to order the soldiers to prepare for battle, and then ran towards Glorfindel's camp.

Thranduil took Serophon back to his camp.

"Your Majesty!" Gallian rushed forward, took the long knife in his hand, and took off the golden soldier's armor, "How is the situation?"

Thranduil looked worried, "The great war is about to break out... This fierce battle will exceed everyone's imagination."

"What do you mean?" Galian kept his hands on and changed his robe.

"It will last forever." Thranduil shook his head, "Lothar wants to leave Glasgow, Glorfindel will try his best to stop it, and we..."

Need more men to go down to the bottom of the valley to find Legolas!

He closed his eyes, trying to find a solution.

The night was dim, and Thranduil walked out of the tent slowly, facing the everlasting fog.He closed his eyes slightly, quietly feeling the breeze and the ground under his feet.

Darkness covers the earth.

Countless Lothars climbed out from the bottom of the valley, densely packed like an ant nest moving, and countless elves were trampled and eaten.Glasgow is full of blood!

There was a terrible roar from the bottom of the valley, as if the sky was cracking, as if the earth was collapsing!

Legolas' expression of anguish flashed across.

Thranduil opened his eyes suddenly, his blue eyes staring at the mist in panic, "Legolas!!"

The thick fog between life and death.Thranduil stood there for a long time, feeling helpless and vulnerable.Even though he has experienced countless battles and defeated countless powerful enemies, even though thousands of years have passed since he was crowned king, he still deeply felt the despair of powerlessness.

That stubborn child, that stubborn child, that his only blood and hope, that sustenance hidden deep in his heart... where is it...

He looked at the ferocious mist, and slowly stabilized his mind. The uneasiness in his eyes gradually sank, a trace of determination emerged, then sank again, and finally a cold tranquility emerged, "It's not time to give up... "

Glorfindel compiled the information from the valley and also listened to Erelent's report.

"I think His Majesty... is indeed looking for His Highness. What he pays most attention to are the corpses scattered underground." Erelente rolled his blue eyes, "He doesn't care about the direction of the cave or other details."

"I see." Glorfindel nodded.

"In addition, my lord, we need to be prepared, Lothar has already begun to move outward." Erelente sighed, "If there is only a small amount of Lothar, we can wipe them out one by one, if it is all out..."

Glorfindel sneered, "It's not the worst."

"what do you mean?"

"If the orcs choose to attack from the inside out at this time... Middle-earth will not be destroyed overnight."

Erelent gasped.

"This is the reason why I would rather offend the dense forest and let you continue to protect His Majesty." Glorfindel turned around, "The battle situation has reached the most critical moment, and we can no longer have allies with ulterior motives."

Erelent lowered his head, "But at the command of the Lord."

The candlelight on the table was flickering, the two were silent, Glorfindel's fingers slowly stroked the topographical map on the table.

"Mithrandil has set out to find more support, and Lord Elrond will also build more weapons for the army in the shortest possible time." Glorfindel pointed to the map, "Just three more days ..."

"I'm afraid my lord will not be able to fulfill his wish." Thranduil nodded at the door of the tent.

"Your Majesty, what do you say?" Glorfindel's eyes were slightly darkened, but his tone was still respectful and kind.

"One day, we only have one day left." Thranduil stepped into the tent, with a long robe winding behind him, and a crown of white gemstones on his forehead shining brightly. He was still the cold and proud king.However, in Glorfindel's eyes, his image was somewhat distorted.

"Appreciate further details."

"I don't need to say anything more, my lord will be able to tell just by looking at it from the edge of the cliff." Thranduil's eyes were cold, with the reserved and majestic dignity of a king.

Glorfindel glanced at Thranduil suspiciously, and strode out of the tent.

In fact, there is no need to go to the edge of the cliff, even outside the mist, you can already clearly see the blue-black tentacles looming in the mist!

The elves with sharp weapons are surrounded by the fog far away. They are waiting, waiting for the monsters to come out of the fog, and then annihilate them one by one!The monsters are obviously tentative and hesitant. This time will not be long. Once they recall the past thousands of years ago, once they find that the Vera they are afraid of is not here...

"Vera!" Glorfindel murmured.

"Are you ready to fight?" Thranduil appeared behind him, "The enemy will not give us more time."

"Will you fight by my side?" Glorfindel asked.

"Naturally." Thranduil replied, "Lothar is rampant, and no one can stay out of it."

"So……"

"Get ready to fight." Thranduil turned and walked towards the jungle camp.

"What?" Palato suddenly turned his huge body around.

"I said, no!" Legolas stood up straight, "I will never, never...will surrender to you..." Before the words fell, the huge dragon's tail swept swiftly towards Legolas. He jumped up vigorously, dodging the whip, but before he could stand still, the huge dragon claws crushed him down.The leap just now used up the last of his strength, he was unable to dodge, let alone fight back, he closed his eyes, was nailed to the ground by the huge impact force, the ground behind him cracked, dust billowed, and his heart ached. A fishy and sweet smell filled his throat, and the dragon's claws landed on his chest, pressing him firmly under the claws, while he stubbornly opened his eyes, looking at the expressionless face.

"Little thing, do you know who you are rejecting?" Palato's voice suppressed his anger, he tilted his head, the golden clouds in his eyes squeezed and surged, and the black abyss was drawn into a thin line, Lego Lars saw his own face in the clouds, firm and proud.

"Elves can indeed live forever, but that doesn't mean you won't die." Palato's huge mouth opened and closed in front of his eyes, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Go ahead." Legolas looked at it. "You can see if I'm afraid."

"What a stubborn little thing." Pallato was very angry. He suppressed his anger, let out a huge snort, and suddenly tightened his paws. "Death is a very simple thing. You and I know it well. You are not afraid of death." , then what about the others? Loneliness, fear, pain, loss, loss... Hehe, how long can you hold on?"

"You too..." Both ribs and arms were imprisoned in the dragon's claws, and he could hardly breathe under the tight pressure. The pain from the wound was overwhelming, and he tried his best to hold back all this, without any sign of pleading. , "If you are really so powerful, why are you stuck here for a thousand years?"

He poked Palato's sore spot, and the dragon roared wildly. It jumped up holding Legolas, waved its huge wings, and hit the cliff directly. The whole cave was trembling, and the top of the cave The rock slammed down, this huge force like a lightning strike did not break the rock, even though the rock here was riddled with holes and not strong.

Legolas was right, Palator was trapped here, for thousands of years.

"How do you know my pain!! I want you to know the fear! Know the pain! Know the long-lasting despair! Hahahahaha... I am now glad that you are an immortal elf!" Palato's voice was full of depression At this moment, it is not like a powerful dragon, but like a coiled viper.

Legolas smiled. "You can torture me and kill me, but you can't make me bend, ever!"

"Really?" Long tilted his head, "little thing, do you know about hellfire?"

Legolas knew that it was the legendary flame, the flame that could melt everything!He watched Palatto's throat glow red and shiny like molten iron, and the heat wave from its wide open mouth brushed past his body and sprayed on the rock wall!However, just the passing flames are already too much heat for the elves to bear!

The initial coldness like pinpricks suddenly turned into fiery heat. The flame started from his cheeks, rolled and spread to his whole body, the pain was like a web, tightly surrounding and pulling him in.The burning pain tormented his nerves along with the smell of scorched flesh and heated fat. It was completely different from any pain he had ever experienced. It was a stabbing pain that broke through the bones and penetrated deep into the marrow, and came from all parts of the body one by one. , non-stop.

"Ah!!" He heard a scream out of tune, so shrill and terrifying.

"Oh, I don't seem to have a good grasp of the heat~" Long's voice came faintly from above his head.Legolas couldn't open his eyes anymore, and even if the flames stopped, the pain didn't mean to stop, his consciousness gradually blurred, and his mind was clouded with smoke.It would be a relief if he could pass out like this, but the growing pain all over his body woke him up all the time, clamoring for him not to get even a little peace.

"Can you smell your own being burnt? It's very fragrant, and I think it will be delicious~" the dragon's voice sounded again, "Of course I won't eat you~ Otherwise, how would you know the long and long years What's going on?" The dragon's claws loosened, and Legolas felt like a piece of wood, falling hard to the ground.He couldn't control any part of his body, not even his fingers, and the pain was so conscious, they wrapped around him, attacked him, strangled him, made life worse than death.

The sound of dripping water, the sound of rolling gravel, and the panting of the dragon all clearly reached his ears. Time lost its meaning, and he was suffering from unimaginable pain.And he endured all this quietly, even though the pain was cramping and peeling, he didn't show any gesture of begging or begging for mercy.

He remembered that Legolas was the son of Thranduil.

"Ada, my hand is broken..." Legolas, who was still a child, ran up to Thranduil, who was in military uniform, pitifully, and raised his fleshy, bloody little hand.

"You have to learn to endure the pain." Thranduil didn't hold his hand, and didn't even look at the wound, "You will eventually become a warrior, and a warrior is not afraid of death and pain."

Legolas withdrew his hand, "Yes, Father."

"Also, do you remember the purpose of today's trip?" Thranduil looked at him.

"Fight in groups..." Before Legolas could finish his sentence, Thranduil's scabbard hit his calf and fell to the ground.

"Never try to gain the mercy of the enemy." Thranduil's scabbard fell on his throat, his eyes were cold, without the love and tenderness of a parent.

Legolas rolled sideways, avoided the king's scabbard and got up, his eyes were reddish, but he raised his chin stubbornly, "Yes, father."

He remembered that night, in his sleep, he vaguely saw Thranduil sitting on the head of his bed, holding his injured hand to examine carefully, he remembered that Thranduil had said calmly , "You are my son, it is inevitable not to admit defeat."

Thranduil...he silently thought about that face that was brighter than the moonlight, the coldness in his eyes and the frost on his brows, the love he showed occasionally, and his deep and restrained voice... The pain seems to have eased a bit.Alive, as long as you are alive, there is hope for everything!