Voice of Dragonland

PS: So what... the heavy rain pear flower knife is connected...

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His senses gradually recovered, and the pain pierced his bones. Legolas bit his moan on the tip of his tongue, and his mind was a little paralyzed. The fragments of the past kept flashing before his eyes, the sun shining through the dense forest like a cover, the bow and arrow in his hand, the faint singing, and... …his face, his voice, the way he sat on the throne, his cold and peaceful words.Legolas felt as if he was smiling, and his muscles were pulled, and he couldn't bear the pain.

Death is indeed the best relief at present, and after death, if not rest in peace, at least it will be in a state of numbness close to rest.This is also a consolation, such a consolation that people only see the gaping mouth of the abyss without knowing the darkness underneath.

But he persisted, struggled, and tried his best not to let the fire of life go out. He closed his eyes, as if seeing stars dancing in front of him, like countless shooting stars playing in the night sky.This is the light rising from that mysterious kingdom of death!

"Look, look, the poor little thing was seriously injured and still alive tenaciously. I thought I needed to use my spells to bring your soul back to life before your soul left here. It seems that I was worrying too much~" The dragon's voice faintly Jojo, Legolas didn't care what it said at all, the pain in his body reached its peak, there was a kind of burning that was almost numb, he didn't care about the torture imposed on the body, he didn't fear death and other threats, he was silent Standing, silent resistance.

"I'm curious, what supports you." Palato's voice was infinitely close to his ears, "Do you mind if I take a look?"

Legolas was shocked suddenly, something got into his body, a strong sense of dizziness hit him, the muddy gray and white covered the sky, and he quickly lost consciousness.

The air in the dense forest always carries the fragrance of soil and the fragrance of grass and trees. Walking along the red beech forest, you can see a shallow stream. He likes to practice archery there, and also likes to climb on the tall branches far Overlook.Why was Legolas so disturbed when he reached out and touched the rough tree trunk?There seemed to be a huge shadow suppressing above his head, fear like vines, growing from his feet along his flesh and blood, spreading branches and leaves, and growing into an ugly tree, tightly restraining him.

He pondered in his heart, but couldn't get an answer for a long time.There is chaos in my mind, I can't see the future clearly, and I can't remember the situation before this moment.

He turned and ran towards the palace, only one person could soothe his anxiety and fear.

"ADA!" He pushed open the heavy palace gate and stepped forward.

Sunlight shines through the roof of the palace onto the winding corridors, and at the end of the corridors, the tall throne is empty.

"ADA!!" he shouted anxiously.

"Why are you in such a panic?"

A cold voice sounded from behind, and Legolas suddenly turned around.

Thranduil was dressed in a dark red robe and stood there quietly holding an oak scepter in his hand. He was still so beautiful and so indifferent.

Legolas breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes were inexplicably red. He didn't know why there was a strange pain in his heart, and he didn't know why he wanted to open his arms so much to embrace the Elf King in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Wang stepped forward.

"ADA..." He smiled, and the tears in the corners of his eyes rolled down, leaving a dark mark on his heart.

"Legolas?" Wang looked at him unexpectedly, but he didn't know how to ask. After a moment of silence, he took out a handkerchief and handed it to him.

Only then did Legolas realize that his tears were streaming non-stop, and his heart ached like a cone, but he didn't know where the pain came from.He didn't take the handkerchief that the king handed over, but stepped forward quickly and hugged the tall and straight body.

The breath of the musk deer came to his face, warm and familiar. He tightened his arms and buried his cheeks in his broad shoulders.

"How old is he, what do you think if others see it?" Thranduil said softly, but his tone was not as cold as before, he stretched out his hand and lightly pressed Legolas' shoulder, "Okay, what the hell? thing?"

"I don't know..." Legolas shook his head, "Please, just a moment..."

"As a prince, how could he act so ridiculously generous." Thranduil pushed him away, "Go back and wake up and come to me again."

"Will you miss me if I don't come back?" he blurted out.

"What nonsense?" Thranduil walked towards the throne.

"Will you?" he asked stubbornly.

"What do you think?" Thranduil turned his face, "As my only son, what do you think of me?"

"I don't know..." He raised his face, tears were shining, but he smiled sadly, "Just as I don't know why I fell in love with you, I don't know how you think of me, I don't know what I mean to you. Son, or just a prince..."

The king stood there for a long time, and he looked at him seriously, his eyes were so heavy, but Legolas stubbornly straightened his back and met the king's scrutiny.

"How do you want me to answer?" Wang came back, with a flat tone without emotion, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"I don't know...but I always feel that I will never have the chance...to tell you this..." His sadness is like petals falling in the rain, beautiful but heartbroken, "I am in pain, very...pain... ..."

Wang suddenly approached, pinched Legolas' jaw, and before he could react, soft and warm lips gently covered him.

It was a weird kiss, emotionless but lingering. Legolas broke away, "You?"

"Don't you want this?" Thranduil showed a strange smile, "I really can't see that a creature that flaunts purity has such dirty emotions..."

Thunder exploded in his head, this is not Thranduil's voice, this is not it!

"Pa...Palato!" Memories flooded in, reoccupying his mind, and the fears that made him wonder were clearly displayed in front of him.

"You like this man?" Thranduil smiled and approached him, "You like your father?"

"Do not!!"

"You want to have him, absolutely... What a dirty desire!" Thranduil looked at him coldly, "It's disgusting."

"Who allows you...to say these words in his image!" Legolas jumped up suddenly, hitting the person in front of him like lightning.

Thranduil was knocked down by the huge impact, with a pained expression on his face.

"Very well, you can use a little more force to kill him, hehehehe..." Palatto's voice came from above his head.

"No..." Legolas turned around to look around, but he couldn't see it. He quickly squatted down and helped Thranduil.

Thranduil looked at him, gently stretched out his hand, and touched his cheek, "No matter what, you are my child... This will never change..." Legola felt the moist warmth on his cheek , he held Thranduil's hand, that cold palm was covered with blood, and at some point, Legolas had an extra dagger in his hand...

He remembered that he had tried his best when rushing towards Palato just now...

"No, this is not true, this is your illusion!!" Legolas glared at the sky.

"Yes, this is an illusion, this is the corridor deep in your heart." Palato replied leisurely, "But he died, oh, how pitiful."

"No..." Legolas looked down at the person in his arms.

The silence was pale and silent.

My heart was like hot oil rolling over, and I couldn't feel the pain, even if I knew it was not true, the pain was real and terrible.

"It's really a great and stupid love, hehe, what can this kind of thing do?" Palato appeared in the underground palace, and his huge body shuttled between the pillars of the underground palace. Good show~"

"What do you know? A creature like you is not worthy of mentioning this word..." Legolas gritted his teeth, "You are just a lowly creature with a strong appearance!"

Palato's huge body stopped, and quickly turned back, "You said... what?"

"Poor creature, I don't know what love is. You don't have the ability or courage to love, so you look down on love, which is something you can't get in your life!" Legolas sneered.

"Haha, I can't get it? I don't have the guts? Very good, elf, what you said is very good." The surrounding scenery faded away, and they were still in the deep and dark cave.

Legolas' body suddenly became heavy, and a huge pain rushed towards him, making him unable to breathe.

"Let's see what love is." Pallato's voice was viciously cold, "If you don't have the appearance of an elf..."

An orange flame enveloped him again, and the strange pain cut and tore him, he struggled and twisted, but he couldn't escape this evil magic.

"Ah——!!" He heard his voice gradually change its tone, rough and hoarse, like metal scraping, harsh and unpleasant.He felt his bones change, twisted and deformed with severe pain.

"Do you like your new look?"

Legolas knelt down, facing the pool of water, "..." A horrible face was reflected in the water, with dark burnt skin, covered with wrinkled scars and unevenness, and one eyelid was stuck together, revealing a pink spot The tender flesh couldn't be closed, and the color of the pupils turned dark brown, like burning coals. This face could no longer find its original appearance, it was as ugly as an orc!

"Without a proud appearance, how can we talk about love?" Pallato's face also appeared in the pool, "You will only get fear, disgust, avoidance, discrimination... but there will be no love, forever ...you can only linger in the sunless underground, tortured!"

Legolas stretched out his hands, and those hands were no longer the elves' delicate and long hands, they were covered with dark brown burns, one was normal size, the other was huge like a mutated orc, deformed, strong, and ugly.He stared at those hands, the despair in his eyes spread, it was the disgust from the bottom of his heart, it was the heavy grief that he could not resist, he half-kneeled in front of the pool in a daze, staring numbly at the unrecognizable self in the water.

"However, that's not enough..." Pallato's ferocious face was rippling in the pool, "Don't forget that he is your father, a high king, of course he can hide you deep in the palace with rich clothes, What you are facing is nothing more than the torture of losing your gorgeous appearance..." It turned around suddenly, and suddenly circled in front of Legolas, its huge horny face staring at him with vicious curses, "If, you no longer have Memories of the past, no longer having the status of a prince, will he look at you more?"

"No..." Legolas shuddered, the chill rose from the soles of his feet, climbed up his spine, and tightly gripped his heart.

If this is the case, he will lose more than just love, he will become an ugly monster that people can't avoid, those precious memories, the beautiful past, all the warmth that Thranduil left in his heart will be wiped out.This is much scarier than death!

"Are you scared? Are you trembling?" Pallato flicked his tail triumphantly, "Very well, as long as you beg me now, surrender to me, and dedicate your soul to me, I will save you and restore your original face , I can even...help you get him..."

The voice of the dragon is like the spell of a dark wizard, and there is an indescribable evil temptation in the gloom.

Legolas panted, struggling to support his body, the fear of the future gripped his mind tightly, Thranduil's smile echoed in his mind, when he thought of the long-awaited sentence, "ADA, I'm back." Without a chance to say it again, my heart hurt like a knife and an axe.He laughed, desperate and gritty, he laughed loudly, letting tears flow down his cheeks.

"How are you thinking?" Palato asked casually.

"My answer will always be... NO! I will never let your dirty claws touch him, I will never give up the honor of a soldier and surrender to you! I will never betray me for myself country! Never!!" His voice was so noisy and hoarse, but so determined.

"Very good!" Pallato laughed angrily, "Then, prepare to say goodbye to your world!"

The dragon's fingertips touched his forehead, and a light blue light shone in front of his forehead. He couldn't move, but he saw his face in the light. The vague memory of a long time ago suddenly became clear. He smiled and hugged him. Picking up the little boy, "Legolas, my son, my pride." He put him on his lap, patted his back gently with one hand, and quickly wrote on the official document with a quill in the other, while Softly humming the cheerful songs of the elves.He accompanied him leaning back on the tall red beech branches, watching the sun slowly set.He personally braided his warrior hair.He carved the thorns on his crossbow with his own hands.He adjusted his bow posture with his hands.He lay side by side with him on the huge sculpture on the top of the palace, telling the stories of the past... The blond hair draped over his shoulders, like a brocade woven by the sun, his broad shoulders, narrow waist, slender legs, his back, his His back, his back, his back, his back, his back, his back, his back, his back, his back, his back, his back, his back, his back , his back, his back, his back, his back...

Tears rolled out.

"ADA sorry..."

"Since then, I never remember you in this world..."

"I still... love you..."

"ADA...bye..."

The light disappeared from his forehead, and for a moment, his eyes were dull with confusion, and then he fell back heavily and fell heavily.

Palato exhaled hot air heavily, "Oh, at least I want to leave a sign for you, lest you forget that you are an elf~"

Legolas, who was scorched all over, slowly regained his smooth blond hair and pointed elf ears.

"It's not that you don't have a chance to find yourself... as long as that person recognizes you and falls in love with you, but do you think it's possible?"

It slowly slid to the other side of the cave, "Now, I just need to wait in peace, I will be free soon, and you... are so pitiful, whether you are free or not, I'm afraid it doesn't matter that much to you Already~"