Voice of Dragonland

The dinner party was quite lively, the elves singing and dancing, the maids shuttled around, and the nobles of Lorraine, everyone was enthusiastic and happy.

"Ma'am..." Thranduil's eyes flashed, "I saw an elf with a special appearance in the stable, if it wasn't for his long hair and pointed ears, he wouldn't even be considered an elf. I'm curious about his origin .”

"You mean the ugly one..." Lady Galadriel sighed. "He's a poor man."

"Oh?" Thranduil looked all ears.

"It's not that he has not received God's favor. He should have been a healthy and beautiful elf, but in a place where Vera's radiance could not touch, he was cursed by evil, changed his appearance, and destroyed his entire body. Memory..." Madam shook her head slightly, and for a moment, she said to Thranduil as if remembering something, "If you allow, can you take him to the dense forest? Maybe he can find his relatives there."

Thranduil nodded, "Of course."

"Thank you for your kindness. May Vera's blessings be with you." Madam raised her glass to Thranduil.

Thranduil also raised his glass, the wine in the glass wine bottle was clear and transparent, with a slightly sweet fragrance in the mouth, he curled the corner of his mouth, "Good wine."

"The ugly guy." An elf knocked on the ugly guy's door.

"Who is it?" He opened the door in response, with his face lowered, not looking at the other person's face.For ordinary elves, it is polite to look directly into each other's eyes and speak, but for ugly guys, it is polite to lower their heads so as not to frighten the other party.

"Ugly guy, Madam wants you to live in the jungle with the king of the jungle." The elf said briskly, "Maybe there will be your relatives there."

"The jungle..." the ugly guy repeated, "King of the jungle?"

"Well, I hope you can find your relatives soon." The elf patted him on the shoulder, "Vera will bless you."

The ugly guy stared at his feet, and he warned himself not to have unrealistic hopes, so as not to taste the evil consequences of disappointment in the future.

There are not many things that need to be taken away in the small house, except for a suit of clothes, a bow and arrow, a dragon scale that is kept close to the body, and nothing else.After packing everything up, he sat on the head of the bed in a daze, his mind was full of the elf he saw today, his deep voice, his delicate and indifferent face, and the back of him turning away, "The dense forest... the king..." He Lowering his eyes, he habitually stroked the engraved figure on the head of the bed, "You will not be a king, you are just an ordinary elf, smart, beautiful, and healthy. You can sing, clearer than a nightingale's voice, and better than an oriole's voice." More melodious..." The corners of his mouth gradually turned upwards. For a hundred years, he repeatedly speculated what kind of elf the owner of this figure would be, what kind of appearance and what kind of voice he would have. During the long and boring years, this was the only thing he had. some joy.

The next day, with the blessing of several elves, he walked into the team in the dense forest.

The leader of the team was Thranduil riding a big horned deer.

The silver-gray cloak, the crown decorated with branches and berries, the long light golden hair that glistened in the sun... The ugly guy was stunned, until the people around him urged, "Hey, it's time to go~"

He came to his senses, lowered his head, followed at the end of the team, and set off towards the dense forest.

"Ada, the Lorraine trees are different from ours. They have gold and silver leaves, so beautiful." Cylosta was riding a tall brown horse next to Thranduil.

"It's a Mellon tree. Madam planted it herself. In this land, only Luolin has it." He replied softly.

"Oh, Melon Tree~" Selosta nodded, "I heard about it from Grand Duke Midrian, it's so beautiful."

"Yes." Thranduil nodded, "They are beautiful."

The big-horned deer stopped suddenly, snorted heavily, and stamped the ground with its front hooves irritably.

Thranduil frowned and looked up into the distance.

Rusting sounds could be faintly heard in the bushes, and the guards hurriedly formed formation.

Warg.

Wolves!

Thranduil reached out and clamped Selosta to the big horned deer, pressed it in front of him, wrapped his arms around his waist with one hand, and drew out the long sword with the other.

Selosta wanted to fight alone, he struggled to break his father's hand around his waist, "ADA!"

"Sit down!" Thranduil growled.

Selosta wanted to argue a few words, but was overwhelmed by Thranduil's murderous aura behind him, so she could only grab the big horned deer's neck, hold her breath, and let Thranduil urge the deer to come forward.

The orc lay on top of the wolf, let out a shocking roar, waved the weapon in his hand, and attacked this small team mixed with the stench of decay!

The horses neighed uncomfortably. These young horses had never experienced war. They were frightened by the roar of the wolf, and refused to move forward.The guard had no choice but to dismount, and fought with the orc with a sword.

The big horned deer lowered its head and rushed straight to the middle of the wolf. The huge and sharp antlers were like a harvester, easily picking up a group of orcs and throwing them far away.

The long sword in Thranduil's hand swung freely, a cold light flashed, and blood overflowed.

A long spear full of barbs was coming straight at Selosta, he didn't dodge it, he stretched out his hand to hold the body of the gun, exerted force on his wrist, and shook it, the orc on the other end couldn't bear it, and took a step away , the spear was released, and before it had time to react, Thranduil's sword light flashed past its eyes.

The head tilted and fell from the neck, blood rushed out of Lao Gao, the headless body stood for a while before slowly falling down, the big horned deer brazenly kicked up its front hooves, stomped down on the corpse, and spurted out a puff of blood from its neck The blood splashed far away.

Selosta flipped his wrist, and threw the spear fiercely, hitting the waist of the warg on the side, the warg rolled to death, and its heavy body pressed firmly on the orc.

The corner of Selosta's mouth curled up, and he bent his body suddenly to the right to reach for the long sword stuck on the ground. Thranduil was fighting with the orcs, and when he saw this, he hurriedly tightened his arms to prevent him from being jolted to the ground by the big horned deer.

As soon as he was distracted, the orc's huge ax slashed at his waist and abdomen, and seeing that he couldn't block it, there was a lot of danger.

A feathered arrow pierced through the air, penetrated from the back of the orc's head, protruded from his mouth, and a stream of dirty blood sprayed Selosta all over in an instant.

Thranduil looked back.The ugly orc-like elf glanced at him in a hurry, then looked away, drew a feathered arrow from behind, put it on the bowstring, and shot quickly, the orc fell down in response, the movement was smooth, clean and neat, just like his staggering body The gait, the dull eyes are very different.

"ADA!" Selosta slashed fiercely with his sword. When Thranduil was distracted, his pressure suddenly tightened, and he had to remind his father to concentrate on killing the enemy.

Thranduil withdrew his gaze, swiped his sword and sliced ​​off the head of the orc who rushed forward.

Selosta held the sword, slashed and stabbed, her posture was smooth, without any timidity, she looked like a warrior.

The orcs retreated suddenly, at exactly the same speed as when they came. Thranduil hugged Selosta's waist tightly, and a sense of ominous premonition surged from the bottom of his heart. His blue eyes quietly swept across the short bushes, He squeezed the long knife in his hand.

There was a whistling sound of piercing through the air, and spears fell like raindrops towards Thranduil.

The big-horned deer charged at a fast speed, pulling a distance away from the soldiers behind them. At this moment, they stood alone at the forefront, facing the spears pouring down like rain.

Surprised, he quickly lifted Selosta himself, threw it behind his back, cut off the first spear that was close to his eyebrows with his backhand, gritted his teeth and clenched the long knife in his hand, and urged the big horned deer to move towards the place where the spears were sparse. flee.

Too late!

The spear came rushing towards the land with the force of locusts. If Thranduil was alone, he might be able to avoid it in time, but Selosta behind him had not participated in actual combat, so he had to sit up straight and use his body as a shield to cover him. Live in Selostar.

Shocked by the battle, Selostat stuck to Thranduil's back at a loss, unable to react.

A black shadow galloped over, stepped on the forehead of the big-horned deer, stood on the antlers, and shielded Thranduil with its body and the copper shield in its hand. There was a sudden clanging sound, and the copper shield trembled endlessly , and the man crouched firmly, firmly protecting Thranduil under his body, motionless.

The guard quickly caught up with the shield and protected the big horned deer behind the shield.

Thranduil raised his eyes and looked at that person.

The ugly guy's unforgettable face appeared in front of his eyes. There was no expression on the deformed face pulled by the scar, but his eyes revealed indescribable complexity, confusion, but firmness, as if he hadn't considered mature yet. , a decision has been made.

The first batch of spear throwing was over, before the spears in the air landed, the shouts of the orcs and the roars of the wargs came.

The ugly guy jumped to the ground and threw away the heavy shield. A spear was pierced into his back impressively. The point of the spear sank more than an inch into his body. Blood flowed down the coarse cloth coat. He pulled out the spear with his backhand and aimed at the impact. The orc who came threw it away, pierced the orc's chest obliquely and plunged into the ground, and the orc half-raised its body, standing still.

The ugly guy gritted his teeth, endured the piercing pain in his back, picked up the long sword on the ground, and started to fight against the orcs. The curved spine made his posture look weird and unsightly, not to mention the elf's unique elegance and smoothness, but That's how he dragged his heavy body, and together with the guards, he repelled the attack of the orcs.

A fight did not come to an end until sunset, when a few wargs disappeared into the depths of the jungle with the surviving orcs.

"Are you injured?" Thranduil put away the long knife and looked down at Cylosta.

Selosta stared in the direction the orcs were escaping, "No."

Thranduil took his arm and checked his palm.

The barbed spear had wounded his palm, and it was a bloody mess.

Wang frowned, took the bandage from the chief guard, and wrapped it around his palm, "Does it hurt?"

Selosta shook her head, her voice was very soft and sounded very frustrated, "ADA, am I not brave enough?"

"You performed very well." Thranduil replied gently, "You just lack experience."

"I will study hard." Selosta withdrew her hand, "Next time I go to the battlefield, I will definitely stand in front of ADA!"

Thranduil's eyelids twitched, and he said in a deep voice, "There will be no next time."

"ADA?" Selosta looked at his father in surprise, not knowing why his face suddenly darkened.

The king didn't explain, but just strode towards the guards, "How about the casualties."

"Your Majesty, more than half of the casualties." The captain of the guard replied solemnly, "I have sent people to the dense forest to report, and I believe that reinforcements will arrive soon."

Thranduil nodded, and walked towards the place where the wounded gathered.

Every wounded person was treated and cared for, only the ugly guy was leaning against the tree stump, panting with his head bowed.The ground beneath him was soaked in blood, and he couldn't bandage the wound on his back alone, so he could only sit through the initial burning pain.So far, he has never figured out why he suddenly rushed to the front of the battle and used his body as a shield to protect the king. He had only met him once, and he had never spoken three words, let alone loyalty.But his body was much faster than his mind, he couldn't afford to hesitate, couldn't allow him to choose, he charged forward and risked his life to protect him.Is he crazy?

Thranduil knelt down in front of him, "Turn around."

The ugly guy gave him a dull look and didn't move.

Thranduil held out his hand to him.

He stared blankly at the hand, with long fingers, delicate joints, and beauty in every way, until the hand grabbed his arm, pulled him away from the tree stump, and turned him over.

The wound on the back was exposed, the skin was ripped apart, dripping with blood, and the white spine was faintly visible.

"Captain!"

"His Majesty."

"Wrap him up."

"Yes!"

Thranduil stood up.

"Don't you thank Your Majesty?" The captain of the guard reminded the ugly guy in a low voice.

"Thanks...Your Majesty." A hoarse voice sounded in a low voice.

Thranduil walked towards Selosta, but didn't listen to the ugly guy's thanks.

The people didn't dare to stay here for a long time. After hastily bandaging the wounded, they helped the wounded and continued to move forward. Fortunately, they didn't meet the orcs in the second half of the journey, and the team from the dense forest also arrived quickly. Arrived in the dense forest in the evening.

"All fortresses step up inspections and close the gates." Thranduil ordered.

The heavy gate slammed shut, and the underground kingdom of the dense forest was isolated from the outside world.