Voice of Dragonland

PS: As the plot advances, can Ye Zi, who stays by Seran's side, retrieve her past memories?Why is Seran's attitude towards him different from others?And what does Selostar think of the ugly guy?Please keep watching...

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Early the next morning, the horn sounded dully, and the guards and maids came out of the resting place one after another, starting preparations for a new day.

"Ugly guy!" The captain of the guard appeared in front of the ugly guy's door.

"Yes!"

"This is your armor. Put it on in a while and go to the guard's lounge to report." After the captain of the guard explained, he left first.

The armor is heavy and airtight, especially the hard back armor is stuck in the wound, and every step is torture.But he happily put on the upper armor, which made him look no different from ordinary elf guards.

The ugly guy gritted his teeth and walked to the guard lounge with heavy steps.

Standing at attention, stepping, standing posture.

The captain of the guard meticulously instructed the ugly guy's actions.

Even though his back was burning and hurting, the ugly guy didn't make a sound.Every move is standardized and accurate, and it is crisp and neat.

"You will pick up the next shift." The captain of the guard nodded.

The winding corridors, the dark and deep palace, the roots of the trees are staggered and hanging down, carved into straight columns, decorated with complicated patterns, the top of the palace has sunlight pouring down like a waterfall, reflecting the dark golden corridor as forged from gold.He stared at the pillars in a trance, as if something flew past his brain like a bird, leaving an unreal silhouette.The air is full of distant and familiar smells, which pull his barren memories and stir his chaotic brain.Those silhouettes became clearer, but the memory became more chaotic.There are so many threads, I don't know where to pick them up.

Mechanically stopped at his exclusive position, his eyes looked out from the two eye holes on the iron face, and he could clearly see the person on the throne.

The crown embellished with twigs and berries, the black robe inlaid with silver thread, the shining gemstone brooch, and the oak scepter symbolizing royal power.Everything is so exquisite and gorgeous that people can't take their eyes off, but compared with him, all these seem so mediocre and bleak.

The arrogance of being a king and the compassion of all living beings are concealed between his eyebrows, as if this world can only be pitied by him, and no one is qualified to pity him. Elegance, wisdom, unruly, empty, vicissitudes, youth, so perfect Combined in one person, he is as majestic as a god's mansion, and as indifferent as if he has seen through the vicissitudes of life. His kingly spirit shocked his soul, making him forget the pain, and he can only stare at him obsessively.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity slowly crept up in his mind, something hit his mind, like a huge violent beast, struggling in the cage, the seemingly indestructible cage, gradually deformed, broke free, but Sooner or later.

"Tick tock." There was a slight sound of water dripping to the ground.

Thranduil's eyes turned slightly, looking at the ugly guy.There was no hostility or murderous look in his eyes, but the ugly guy felt that it was an arrow that had pierced him.He hastily withdrew his gaze and looked straight ahead.

"Tick."

Wang got up and walked towards him slowly.

His heart beat faster, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Take off the helmet." Wang Qing's cold and deep voice sounded, which caught him off guard.

Slowly, he took off the helmet, and the ugly and distorted face appeared in front of the king. He lowered his head slightly and lowered his eyelids, not daring to look directly into the king's eyes.

"It's you?" Wang's tone was a little gentle, "The injury hasn't healed yet, so don't rush to be on duty."

"It's all right now."

Thranduil's eyes fell on his feet, and he remained silent.

Seeing that Wang didn't make a sound, the ugly guy hurriedly raised his eyes, then followed his gaze and looked down.There are a few drops of blood at the feet, probably because the armor is pressing on the wound, and the blood is oozing again.

"Thank you... Your Majesty for your concern."

"Go down, rest up for a few days, and then come back." Thranduil turned around and walked back to the throne step by step.

The back figure merged with the unclear picture in my mind again.The ugly guy was stunned, forgetting the etiquette that a soldier should have.

"Cough cough." Galian coughed at the right time.

The ugly guy just woke up like a dream, and after a hasty salute, he dragged his armor and walked towards the resting place of the guards.

"How did you arrange him here?" Seran looked at the embarrassed Galian.

"Myking, his appearance... there is really no place to describe him." Gallian lowered his head, his expression dejected, "If it doesn't suit you, please tell me clearly whether I should make an elf who looks like an orc Where is it placed?"

"..." Thranduil lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking, and Galian kept his head down, waiting for the king's instructions, and now he couldn't help but peek at the king's expression secretly.

"Here it is." Thranduil said firmly, "Let him be my valet."

"King, this...isn't appropriate?" Galian was tongue-tied. As expected of a king, whether it is self-willedness or courage, he is far superior to him by a hundred times. "In case of receiving visitors, your servant..." It has to be the same as the orcs, do people think that the dense forest has an affair with the orcs!This is a serious international misunderstanding!

"The ugly guy is from Lorraine, and he wasn't discriminated against there. Could it be that the dense forest is arrogant and unruly, with a higher vision than everyone else? So that it can't tolerate a warrior who bravely kills the enemy and suffers from injuries?" Thranduil's voice It was plain, but Gallian could smell something different sensitively.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Gallian bowed his head, suppressing the doubts in his heart, "I will make arrangements immediately."

Three days later, the ugly guy appeared behind Thranduil in a fancy uniform.

Even if it was the exquisite suede bunt outfit, even if the body was decorated with dense patterns and the armor unique to the guards, the ugly guy was still an ugly guy, and he didn't become like an elf because of his magnificent dress.He lowered his head habitually, trying to hide his face in the darkness as much as possible.

Thranduil shook the wine glass in his hand, the dark red wine was as clear and transparent as gemstones, and a faint aroma permeated the air, mixed with his unique aroma, very moist and sweet, like a flower in a flower garden. There was a light rain of wine.

Elegant and upright, leisurely and lazy, lonely and lofty.

He just played with the wine glass in his hand, but didn't intend to drink it.

His blue eyes stared at the wine in a daze, not knowing what to think about.

The ugly guy looked at him quietly, to be more precise, looking at the weaving pattern on his robe, the countless leaves intertwined and superimposed, the shades of green made him a little dizzy.

He likes this quiet time, he likes to look at the king secretly like this, he likes to watch his soft hair fall down his shoulders and neck, he likes to watch him shake his wine glass, he likes to listen to his deep and gentle voice when he speaks , he likes how calmly he handles state affairs, he likes the smile that occasionally crosses his lips...he...likes him...

This kind of liking was suppressed and strangled, the ugly guy repeatedly warned himself that he is the king, the king of a country, and he is high above him, and no blasphemy is tolerated.What's more, it's a guy like him who isn't even an elf.

However, this kind of liking is not controlled by his will, as long as he sees him, his heart can't help beating wildly, the surrounding is silent, but his heart is full of violent storms.In just a few days, the torment he suffered even surpassed the place where magic was imprisoned.

"Your Majesty..." He thought over and over again, and finally spoke.

Thranduil's thoughts were interrupted, he frowned quietly, and said immediately, "Say."

"Please transfer me from the position of valet." He bowed his head and walked in front of Thranduil, kneeling on one knee.

"Why?" Thranduil's voice was very weak, and no emotion could be heard.

"I... am not suitable to stand by your side." He tried his best to lower his head, but his eyes fell on Thranduil's exquisite leather boots uncontrollably.

"I can tell if it's suitable or not." He put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up, and his tall figure was projected on the ugly guy's body, "You don't want to stand by my side, what's the reason?"

"I..." The ugly guy lowered himself even lower, "I'm afraid that my appearance will damage your dignity."

"If my majesty is only limited to the appearance of the guards around me, then the king of my country is too much to fail." He walked towards him, "You don't have to think about it, after a long time, naturally no one will criticize you .”

The gentle palm fell on the top of his head, like a spring breeze blowing across the barren land, awakening all the restless restlessness.However, before the ugly guy had time to savor the warm touch, it had already left.

"Ugly guy, I heard that your lover is the most beautiful elf. I'm curious about what he looks like." Thranduil's inquiring eyes fell on Legolas' distorted face that was comparable to an orc.

He is so ugly, with dark brown scars all over the exposed skin, uneven, different shades, his face is already unrecognizable, even one eye cannot be closed normally, one arm is as strong as an orc, and the other One was as strong and thin as an ordinary elf.Except for his smooth, lustrous blond hair and pointed ears, he bears no resemblance to the elves, a race of god-given beauty.

"It's not worth mentioning in front of you." The ugly guy lowered his eyes and replied with a rough voice like metal scraping.

"You found him?" Thranduil laughed off his flattery.

"No, actually I...can't remember his appearance..." Legolas shook his head lightly, "I only remember his back."

"Have you looked for his whereabouts in the dense forest?"

"Your Majesty, I'm just the humblest servant, and I don't deserve your concern." He lowered his head from beginning to end, for fear that his appearance would offend the king.

"Perhaps... it's because..." Thranduil's eyes showed an indiscernible sadness, he quickly turned his face away, and didn't finish his sentence.A lively figure broke into the hall, instantly lit up his eyes, and drove away the sadness without a trace.

"ADA!" Selosta ran towards this side from a distance.

"Are you back?" Thranduil's voice suddenly softened, "You're sweating profusely, where did you go to be mischievous?"

"I'm not being naughty. I went to sword practice with Serofen, and he praised me for my great progress." Selosta affectionately took Thranduil's arm, but her eyes drifted sideways to the ugly guy.

Probing, guarding, and after a light glance, he turned back to Thranduil's face, "Serofin said that I am suitable for using a sword."

"Really, what do you think?" Thranduil stretched out his hand to brush away the sticky hair on his forehead, his eyes were gentle and calm, overflowing with love, far overshadowing the sharp majesty of the king .

"I want to use a knife like you do."

"Yes, but..." Thranduil smiled and squeezed his wrist, "I still need to eat for a few more years."

"ADA, you are making fun of me!" Selosta put on a straight face, and soon laughed again, "I don't want to be as strong as ADA, but there is still no problem with a knife."

The smile on the corner of Thranduil's mouth was so gentle, "So confident?"

"That's natural." He rolled his eyes, "Ugly guy, you go down first."

"Yes, Your Highness." The ugly guy got up as if he had been pardoned, and walked out of the hall along the curved corridor.

"You don't like ugly guys?"

"Don't you think he's too ugly? He's not even as pleasing to the eye as a dwarf." The disgust in Selosta's eyes was clearly engraved there, without any concealment.

"My child, scars are the honor of a warrior. He was just wounded and enchanted." Thranduil's stern expression revealed strong connivance and doting, "And, he was injured to help us. .”

"Should I also use my scars to prove that I am an excellent fighter?" Selosta tilted her head, looking a little serious.

"Nonsense!" Thranduil said with a stern expression, "You are only so old, don't think of making trouble out of the dense forest."

"But..." Selosta tightened her arms, "What about my honor? How can I get my own glory?"

"It is an honor in itself to be my child. You must bear that in mind."

"No, being loved by you is the greatest honor." Selosta said softly, "ADA, I have the highest honor in the entire jungle..."

Thranduil turned his eyes and looked at him gently, "Then stay in the dense forest and guard your honor."

"ADA, can you teach me how to use a knife?" Selosta quickly shifted her attention, "I like your knife skills."

"There's nothing wrong with it. I'll spare time tomorrow afternoon to go to the training ground." Thranduil nodded.

"ADA is the best!" Selosta raised her hands and jumped happily, "I still have a class for ADA, let's go first~"

"..." Thranduil watched him rush out of the hall and slowly sit back on the throne.

Without warning, that name came to mind again. Even after hundreds of years, he still remembered his resolute expression, the way he brandished a knife, and his tragic cry... Pain struck, breathing was difficult, he leaned back On the throne, I forced myself not to recall the blood-stained memory.

If he could pamper Legolas like this back then, wouldn't he regret it now?

He thought of the confession that broke his heart, and the tender, loving but desperate eyes he looked at him.

If he gave him enough love, would he be satisfied with the affection between father and son, the peaceful life under his knees, never leave home, wander no more, never...leave him?

The hot oil boils the heart, but that's all.

"Sylosta..." He chanted another name, which was synonymous with vitality, the only comfort left in the past hundred years, and the only reason for him to last forever...

He remembered the conversation with the ugly guy before, he cared so much for such an elf, not out of sympathy, nor out of gratitude, but the pain of not being able to find his relatives, he felt the same.