Voice of Dragonland

PS: For this update, I hope everyone understands Seddy’s behavior. He did not abandon his allies. It's just an article, don't be too sad and entangled~ (start abuse)

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The pain passed for a while, and finally disappeared. Legolas rolled his eyes and sat up slowly, looking at his intact clothes. It seemed that the experience just now was just an overly real nightmare...

"Do you feel like you had a nightmare?" A metallic voice sounded from behind, making his nerves tense up.

"No, it's not a dream, it's just a small gift from me~" The dragon's breath enveloped him, "Only through comparison, you will know the difference between heaven and hell, I can even give you a hand to make you feel better." You are the same as before."

Legolas felt an unbearable sharp pain at the severed wrist, and after the pain passed, he once again had a complete palm.Free to bend and flexible.

He is even full of energy and full of power!

"Now, let me ask you again, are you willing to surrender to me and dedicate your soul to me?" Palato asked grimly.

Legolas turned his eyes and glanced at the long sword that fell in the corner of the cave. He stood up slowly, his blue eyes staring at Pallato for a moment, and he answered softly, "NO."

Before he finished speaking, he jumped up and turned into a sharp arrow and shot towards the corner of the cave. The fiery breath behind him followed him like a shadow, but he didn't touch a piece of his clothes. He bent down and fell with a sharp sword in his hand. He suddenly raised his eyes and looked towards the huge eyes of the dragon head.

"Little thing, what are you thinking?" Long looked at him coldly, like a hunter looking at a dying prey, "Kill me? Oh, this is so funny."

When the dragon's head turned, a ray of light flashed in the golden eyes, Legolas suddenly felt his body heavy, and gradually, the terrible pain came again, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up straight.The long sword in his hand fell to the ground, making a "jingling" sound, his throat gurgled, but he couldn't breathe, his lungs seemed to be on fire instantly, and the burning from the inside out tore him, and the dragon's huge eyes were close to him , "I can give you strength, and I can take it back naturally. Your movements are very fast, but can it be faster than my magic?"

Legolas couldn't answer, he was enduring the pain of burning his internal organs, his throat was hot, and the blood overflowed from his mouth, dripping to the ground.

"I'll ask you again, are you willing to surrender to me?"

The pressure in his throat disappeared, he took a sharp breath, coughed violently, blood sprayed out with his movements, he lowered his eyes, weak but firm, "NO!"

"Very good." The dragon raised its head slowly, "Then you stay in hell, and slowly savor the pain of the burning fire." It turned around, and an orange light cluster condensed on its huge claws , They gathered and collided, emitting a dazzling light, scorching heat emanating from them, Palato flicked his paw, and the light cluster instantly enveloped Legolas.

The recovered skin was burned again, and the smell of scorched flesh rushed straight to his forehead. He heard "creaking" sounds all over himself, and the pain reached a certain level, and he couldn't even howl to vent.

The flames extinguished, and he fell heavily to the ground. All his desire to survive was burned by the fierce flames. He only wanted to die, so as to be relieved of the boundless pain.

"ADA...I may...I won't be able to come back..." He heard himself muttering softly, but in fact, the sound of air flowing could be heard in the silence of the cave, "I'm sorry...As a soldier, I must have let you down ...ADA...I want to hear you sing...I'm afraid I'll never hear you again..."

The darkness collapsed like a heavy rock, and Legolas floated up softly, flying up along with the faint light in the darkness.The pain was stripped away, and the long-lost relaxation and joy surrounded him, making him raise the corners of his mouth and reveal a peaceful smile.He seems to hear a gentle singing, is that Iluvita welcoming him back?Or is Nana waiting at the other end?He couldn't wait.Every time he rises by one point, his pain decreases by one point, and he goes up more and more lightly, and the light gradually becomes clear, warm and peaceful...

"Legolas!!"

He paused.

"Legolas!!"

He was familiar with this voice, stern, cold, the voice he only heard when he did something wrong.He turned his head and saw Thranduil's face. Beneath the serious expression was a calmness suppressing panic, "Not over there."

Legolas looked at him, gorgeous robes, nervous expression, blue eyes, tight mouth.

He looked back at the beam of light, and could vaguely see a white wrist stretching out towards him, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could touch it.

He smiled, and resolutely swooped down in the direction of Thranduil.

The pain was like a web, densely entangled, and he seemed to feel the moisture in the corner of his eyes, "If it's your wish... hell..."

Gandalf hurriedly entered the tent, "Lord Glorfindel, the wind has blown Glasgar's rage away, and the creatures are trembling in despair, but can we stop the spread of evil?"

Glorfindel stood up excitedly, "Gandalf! My Lord, Valar, I hope you bring good news!"

"There's no good news, and a big battle is coming..." He sat down with a frowning face, with a pipe in his mouth, "There is only one desperate fight."

"So……"

"Lothar's records are very, very few." Gandalf cracked his pipe, "They existed in the age of Melkor, trapped by Valar, they were fearless and their numbers were extremely large..."

"The sword that Lord Elrond forged could do harm to them."

"Yes, but that is not enough." Gandalf took out a black stone from his bosom, "He needs this more."

"what is this?"

"The ashes of the stars, it makes the sword sharper and invincible." Gandalf stared at it, not at all happy.

"Since you can get more suitable weapons, why are you frowning?"

"I don't know whether it's right or wrong to cast them." Gandalf shook his head. "We use them to fight Lothar, but once the war is over, what will happen to these dangerous weapons?"

"You are a wise man, you know the pros and cons," Glorfindel frowned, "Right now we need more powerful weapons, powerful weapons that can reduce our casualties."

"Yes..." Gandalf looked at the precious stone in his hand, "we need it right now..."

Rivendell quickly created sharper weapons, and vehicles for transporting supplies continued to enter Glasgow.

More elven troops stationed in Glorfindel's camp, from Lorraine, Rivendell's support is huge, but even more spectacular is the jungle army. Before this, no one knew that the jungle had so many warrior.

Thranduil looked at the brand-new long knife in his hand, and faint smile lines appeared on the corners of his mouth, "Has the soldier's weapon been replaced?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Phelan replied.

"Very good." Thranduil turned his eyes to look deep into the mist.

More and more tentacles can be seen in the fog, and the war is imminent.

The elf warriors surrounded the cliffs of the canyon like fishing nets. The blades in their hands were extremely sharp, just waiting for Lothar to break through the fog and give them a fatal blow.

The first Lothar came through the fog. Its ugly, moss-covered body was exposed to the sun, its huge pincers waved, and its big mouth that opened and closed like a pitcher plant made loud howling sounds from time to time.

A spear cut through the air and pierced straight into Lothar's mouth, and thick blood gushed out along the shaft of the spear.Before Lothar's body fell to the ground, countless tentacles shot out from the mist, heading straight for the elf army...

The war begins.

Countless Lothars gushed out from the bottom of the valley, they greedily marched out of the mist, and the sound of rock collisions could be heard endlessly.Countless tentacles enveloped Glasgow like a black cloud.

The battle lasted for a whole day, countless elves were killed and injured, and Lothar's huge corpses were also piled up on the edge of the cliff.

Glorfindel camp.

"Lothar retreats into the fog for the time being. This is only temporary. They are gathering and adjusting, and once they are ready, they will rush out of the fog again." Glorfindel frowned, "At present, we have no better countermeasures but to stick to it. "

Thranduil was dressed in military uniform, with a dignified expression, and beside him was Erelente who followed him everywhere. He didn't care about being watched, but his taciturnity made people unpredictable.

"We should fight into the mist and let these monsters know that the weapons in our hands are not for burning fire!" Tuge's angry fists landed on the table, "How can war be passive?"

"Rushing forward is definitely not a good strategy." Gandalf shook his head.

"Retreat." Thranduil suddenly reached out and tapped the map.

"Why?" Glorfindel saw that Thranduil was referring to the 100 meters outside the cliff.

"Staying away from the fog is beneficial to combat." Thranduil raised his chin. "Besides, combat requires space."

"We must ensure that Lothar cannot leave Glasgow. If we retreat 100 meters, the encirclement will expand and the manpower will inevitably be sparse. It is difficult to guarantee whether Lothar will slip through the net." Erelent said.

"People thought we were going to retreat without a fight. Is this how the jungle fights?" Tugg shouted.

Thranduil curled the corners of his mouth, he was laughing, but he made Tuge shut up, "First of all, staying away from the fog allows fighters to see the movements of the tentacles more clearly so that they can avoid and counterattack. Secondly, Lothar has a huge body, After death, the huge body naturally forms a defense line, making it easy for the soldiers to be attacked by the tentacles hidden behind it. Lothar is not an orc, and it is not easy to throw their corpses under the cliff. As for slipping through the net... Lothar moves slowly, Judging from the current strength of the army, it is not possible."

"Your Majesty is right." Gandalf nodded, "If the corpses accumulate, Lothar will jump from top to bottom..."

Imagine that image, the chills rising behind everyone's backs.

"Back!" Glorfindel ordered.

Thranduil lowered his eyelids, covering his pupils that could not see emotion.

The army collectively retreated 100 meters, and a large number of Lothars gushed out of the mist. Perhaps the smell of blood stimulated them. Breaking through their huge space, the tide-like Lothar gushed out from the cliff.

"Your Majesty, with so many Lothars coming, we will soon lose control of the situation!" Erelent looked anxiously at Thranduil, "We made the wrong choice..."

"No, my choice is right..." Thranduil turned his eyes, a trace of apology flashed in his blue eyes.

Erelent felt a stabbing pain in the back of his head, his eyes went dark, and he fell down softly.

Serofin put away the hilt of his sword and looked at Thranduil, "The army is ready, waiting for your order."

Thranduil looked back at Lothar pouring out continuously, "Don't worry, wait a little longer, the more Lothars come out, the more beneficial our actions will be."

"Yes, mylord!" Serophon waved, and the elf soldiers carried away the unconscious Erelent.

Countless Lothars rushed down, and everyone could clearly feel the vibration under their feet. Unlike the disorderly attack the day before, Lothars also assembled into a formation, and countless tentacles protruded forward, sweeping across the army neatly. come.The battle is tight, and at this moment, a dense forest spearman gathers forward, and the roar overwhelms Lothar's call sign. It is throwing spears. Countless throwing spears whizzed and drew arcs in the sky, as if a beehive was disturbed. Worker bees swarming to fight!

A piece of Lothar was killed, a gap appeared in the formation, and the jungle army rushed up, rushing into the mist through the gap.All of a sudden, many golden armors turned into a golden torrent, flowing towards the edge of the cliff continuously!

"Thranduil!!!" Glorfindel was shocked, the originally tight battlefield became more and more stretched because of the withdrawal of the dense forest army, "This is a conspiracy!! We were fooled!!"

"What is the jungle boy going to do?" The sudden increase in pressure made the dwarves angry, but everyone didn't even have the time and energy to complain, so they could only keep fighting and fighting to prevent Lothar from expanding outward.

Thranduil looked back and took one last look at the battlefield.The elves and dwarves struggled to resist Lothar's attack. Countless elves were eaten by tentacles, cut off by pincers, and trampled... The bloody scene foreseen before unfolded in front of them.Sighing in the wind, he resolutely climbed down the cliff with the jungle army!

There are still Lothar climbing up the cliff, and there are quite a few of them. The long sword in the elf's hand can easily cut off their tentacles, and climbing down occasionally causes damage, but it is unstoppable.

"Legolas, wait for me!" Thranduil quickly descended towards the bottom of the valley. He did not hesitate to betray the war, offend Lorraine Rivendell, and bear infamy, just to lead the army down to the bottom of the valley as soon as possible and find his father. child.

There were still a lot of Lothar left at the bottom of the valley, Thranduil drew his knife to cut off the tentacles that were attacking him, and said in a deep voice, "Pass my order, divide the troops into two teams, one team is looking for the prince, and the other team is doing its best to stop Lothar from going up! "

The army reacted quickly, and the large number of elves quickly divided into two columns and acted separately.

Thranduil walked towards the depths of the valley, his cloak was lifted by the breeze, swaying a lonely obsession.