Voice of Dragonland

PS: I'll send out knives~~ Do a good job of psychological construction before clicking on it~~The king of abuse is coming~————

There are still countless Lothars left in the huge canyon. Even though the soldiers have sharp weapons in their hands, there are still many casualties.The entire canyon is filled with the shadow of death, lingering.

And Thranduil's anxious heart forced him to keep fighting and searching, and his footprints covered every inch of land at the bottom of the valley.

The situation on the cliff was even more tense, and the battle continued to the point of intensification. Lothar broke through the encirclement and expanded outwards, but was intercepted by troops sent by Rivendell and Rollinga.The fighters who kept fighting were able to breathe.

Glasger is full of blood, but the battle will continue until these dirty creatures are completely wiped out, until Middle-earth ushers in true peace!

1 years later.

The last Lothar on the cliff was killed, and Glorfindel's blood-stained cloak fluttered in the wind. He looked at the gradually dissipating mist, looked back at only a quarter of the army, and gritted his teeth, " Go down!"

His heart was burning with great anger. A year ago, Thranduil led the army of the jungle down the valley, leaving the dangerous battlefield behind. situation?Glorfindel didn't know, no matter what, he would go down to the bottom to see what happened.

Without Lothar's obstruction, everything went smoothly, and the army quickly reached the bottom of the valley.

The fog above the head dissipated, and this cursed land that never saw the sun was exposed. It was muddy, foul-smelling, full of Lothar's hard corpses, and the remains of many dead orcs.

Everything is very quiet, and the sound of the wind blowing the rocks at the bottom of the valley can be heard quietly.

Glorfindel walked to the depths of the canyon, looking around, besides Lothar's body, there were many piles of stones that could be piled up at the bottom of the valley. He squatted down to check, and every stone pile was engraved with elven writing. Some are signed, and many more are engraved with the words "Unsung Heroes".He looked forward with a complicated expression, and there was a person sitting on a raised rock not far away.

Thranduil.

One year passed, his cloak was worn out and mottled, and his armor was dented and damaged, but he sat there, motionless as a mountain, and the aura of king that was about to come out was still as powerful as ever.

"Thranduil!" Glorfindel shouted, "show me what you look like! Show me the face of a traitor."

Thranduil raised his head slightly, "Glorfindel, is the war over?"

"Thanks to you, I didn't die on the battlefield. Are you very disappointed?" Glorfindel said mockingly. He knew that Thranduil should not be blamed at this moment. He also knew that countless Lothars died in this valley. They are all the results of the hard work of the jungle fighters, and it is precisely because they cut off Lothar's back-up that they can win the final victory.However, what he can't tolerate is being calculated, abandoned, and used as a pawn!

"It's been a year..." Thranduil slowly got up from the rock, "I always feel that he is still here, on this cursed land...but I can't see where he is..."

"What?" Glorfindel narrowed his eyes.

"This is the last search, and I'm waiting for the final verdict." Thranduil's eyes were very light, it was the coldness after years of honing, and the dullness of the great change, "Do you mind waiting with me? ?”

Glorfindel was silent. He looked back at the densely packed Lothar corpses in the huge canyon, and at the graves among the corpses, the resentment in his heart suddenly turned into a sigh.

"Look, what you ask for is finally what you want..." Thranduil squatted down, and Glorfindel saw him reach out and touch the young grass growing between the rocks. It was very small and green, but it was so alive Vigorous and unstoppable, "There will be no more vicious curses here, the sun will eventually penetrate the mist to shine on this forgotten corner... and I." He turned his face, smiling so desperately, "I just want to get back my green leaves... ..."

The sound of footsteps gradually sounded from the cave behind them, and the tired elf warrior walked out of the cave slowly.As time went by, more and more elf warriors gathered from all directions.

Midrian, Faerun, Serophon, Galian, they shuttled among the warriors, the eager anticipation in their eyes gradually became colder, colder, and finally extinguished.

The sun hung down to the edge of the cliff, seeing that night would usher in the bottom of the valley, Thranduil said softly, "Speak."

Midrian stepped forward, "Your Majesty, we... found this..."

Thranduil looked at the broken bison (Legolas's bow, named bison) in Midrian's hand. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He reached out to take it and stroked it carefully. He was very familiar with this bow. However, the pattern of thorns on it was carved by himself. At that time, Legolas had just grown up, and his eyebrows and eyes were very similar to his Nana... He raised his head and took a deep breath, "It's time..."

Glorfindel also felt Thranduil's deep and heavy sadness, he took a step back and saluted.

Midrian motioned for the troops to assemble.

Thranduil handed over the bison in his hand to Galian, and walked forward slowly and heavily. He said in a deep voice, "The world where many evils are mixed, changes due to resistance, even if the sky cracks and the earth melts, it cannot be shaken. With the determination of the warriors, we will defeat the evil and bring justice to justice, we will end the karmic fire that burned the earth, and we will re-spread hope..."

The muddy road in front of him seemed to be in a trance. He seemed to hear the singing of elves, with a mournful and tortuous tone, like weeping. When he opened his eyes, he saw the elves forming a circle and singing with their heads bowed.Seeing Thranduil approaching, the elves stepped aside one after another and stood with their heads bowed, and in the center surrounded by them was the body of Orofel lying horizontally.

Thranduil stepped forward step by step, staring closely at the familiar body, every step was like stepping on charcoal fire, leaving a string of bloody footprints!

He saw his white cloak stained with blood, he saw his smooth long hair hanging on the side of his face, he saw him holding the broken sword tightly in his hand and still maintaining an offensive posture, he saw his eyes, looking towards the half-curved valley , fixed in a look of expectation.

He knelt down on one knee, stretched out his hand to gently wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and straightened the hair on his sideburns, "ADA... I'm coming..." He picked up his body and pulled him into his arms. Without the breath of life, it was cold and hard, like hugging a stone.Thranduil hugged him tightly, wanting to use his own life to warm this body, "ADA...don't wait for me..."

The burning pain in his eyes gradually faded, and Orofel's body was not in his arms. He took a deep breath and continued, "Vera's glory will be with you, because of your sacrifice, the world will be restored. Prosperity……"

There was a scorching pain on his cheek, he ignored his own pain, and stretched out his hand to catch the slowly falling body, "Mythrillas!!"

Her face was still so moving, but the huge penetrating wound from the chest to the waist made her gaze stay in his eyes for the last time, "Selan..." What did she want to say?Want to tell him her reluctance?Do you want him to work hard to live?Want to see their children again?He called her name in vain, and held her cold body tightly to his chest. He prayed to Vera, trying to save her soul. close your eyes...

The pain in his heart was oppressive and sharp, he stood where he was, his eyes fell lightly on those caves, "Your soul will eventually be immortal, and it will return to the kingdom of God in response to Vera's call... I... as the king In the name of all the soldiers who died on the battlefield, I mourn in silence..." His eyes were blurred, as if covered by a veil, he tried to keep his eyes open, but he couldn't see clearly what was in front of him.

"Ada, I'm so happy to see you leaving... Lemelon (I love you)..." Legolas stared at Thranduil's face, smiling slightly, he was stained with blood and tears The wet face smiled innocently like when he was a child.

"Lau! Daroi (No! Stop)!" Thranduil let out a out-of-voice growl, the voice burst from the depths of his chest, and exploded above Legolas' head!

Legolas smiled, and swung the dagger towards his wrist, which was tightly held by Thranduil.

"Ah——!!!" He let out a shrill cry, but it was not because of the pain in his body. His tearful eyes looked at the person in front of him nostalgicly, conveying his hidden love with his last eyes.

Blood spurted.

His blood-stained but smiling face fell instantly, engulfed by the mist.

The tears in his eyes finally rolled down and fell heavily on this hideous land, "Legolas..." He whispered his name, the short syllables were like a red-hot iron, pressing hard on him. heart.In severe pain, he staggered a step and finally fell backwards.

Midrian caught the fallen body of the king and anxiously ordered the troops to assemble.

"My lord, my king is exhausted, I can't stay here for long, don't stay here." Midrian nodded to Glorfindel.

Glorfindel nodded, and turned to look towards the top of the cliff. The sky was getting dark and stars could be seen.After all, it's over, all these hardships will pass, and a new chapter will open, he sighed and closed his eyes.