Voice of Dragonland

PS: The progress of the plot, the gardener who is cruel or not, can't say it well. Anyway, it's been the rhythm of thousands of arrows piercing the heart recently. No matter what, Ye Zi remembered...

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"Who do you think you are?" Selosta sneered, "Do you want to disobey the king's orders?"

"I'm just a humble elf. Even so, I still have my own dignity and standpoint. If His Majesty is a stupid king who blindly spoils his beloved son regardless of right and wrong, then I will leave. If he is not, I will listen to him." How to distinguish between right and wrong and black and white."

"Haha, just go away? Do you think that the crime of hurting the prince is such an understatement and inconspicuous thing? Did Lorraine teach you to be so unrestrained?"

"No, what I mean is that you can't stop me from leaving." The ugly guy laughed in a low voice, "I'd like to accompany you and take a gamble."

The guards arrived soon, and the ugly guy let go of the hand holding the tip of the sword, and stood silently with his head bowed. Seeing that the prince was pointing at the ugly guy with his sword angrily, the head of the guard seemed to be injured, so he couldn't help but move the ugly guy Take it down.

The rough rope tied the ugly guy tightly, and he looked at the head guard who was hesitant to speak, and followed the guards towards the king's hall.He was calm, and this calm came from his trust in Thranduil, from his understanding of the king for many days, he was convinced that he could distinguish the right and wrong, and he was willing to obey his decision.

"How did it happen?" Thranduil saw Selosta walking into the hall in a daze, and rushed to greet him, checking the wound on his chest, "Who did it!"

The voice was not high, but it contained the fury of thunder.

"ADA... I'm useless..." Selosta stared blankly at a direction of nothingness, her eyes unfocused, "I thought I was a qualified fighter...not afraid of any provocation..."

"Whoever provoked you, and who hurt you!" Wang's anger became more and more intense.

"ADA...You taught me...how to be a prince admired by others? How not to be underestimated..."

"Presumptuous!" Wang roared, the usual indifference in his eyes receded completely, and the anger had already risen, burning and coiling around the entire hall like a raging flame, and the murderous aura was immediately shocked, shaking the underground kingdom. Trembling, "Who dares to underestimate you!!"

The captain of the guard pushed the ugly guy into the main hall, "Mylord, the ugly guy got into a dispute with His Highness and injured His Highness by mistake. Please decide how to deal with it."

Thranduil's eyes twitched, he took the wound medicine from Galian, and carefully applied it to Selosta's wound.

"ADA..." Selosta held Thranduil's wrist, the begging and grievance in her eyes glowed with crystal luster.

"Okay, why are you arguing with him?" Wang's voice did not have much anger.

Selosta was taken aback. Based on his father's current attitude, the plan to kill the ugly guy seemed to have failed.Obviously, now is not the time to give up, the death penalty can be avoided, and the living crime is inevitable, at least this ugly guy should be expelled from the dense forest.

"I just asked about his injuries and why he looks like an orc..." Selosta responded in a low voice, "but he suddenly became so scary, my maid is the witness!"

For the first time, Thranduil did not condone his coquettish behavior, "Ask yourself, is exposing people's shortcomings the behavior of a prince?"

Shocked by Wang's cold tone, Selosta was unable to answer for a while. Since his birth, Thranduil had never blamed him, no matter how outrageously mischievous he was, he had never been questioned so severely. The identity of the prince.

"ADA..."

"Okay, this matter is over!" Thranduil looked back, "Untie him."

The ugly guy stared blankly at Wang, and the moment his eyes met, he saw a touch of soothing sympathy in his eyes.

Just... sympathy.

He bowed his back, thanked the king, and apologized to the prince.

"Go back to your bedroom, and you are not allowed to go out today." Thranduil said to Cylosta.

Selosta pouted, and walked towards the dormitory angrily.

"Mylord, it seems that His Highness cannot be blamed for this matter, after all... His Highness was injured, why did you..." Galian looked at Selosta's back, feeling a little distressed.

"Look at that wound, does it look like it was done by an ugly guy?" Thranduil's voice was a little sad, "The wound is not sharp enough, the starting point is slightly paused, and the ending point is slow, what does it look like?"

"This..." Gallian frowned, looked back at the direction Selosta left, his eyes widened instantly, and asked in disbelief, "Vera, what do you think..."

"This is the masterpiece of a child who is afraid of pain and can't handle it cruelly." Thranduil shook his head, "Why does this child have trouble with ugly guys?"

"Your Highness seems to be dissatisfied with him following you around." Gallian replied after deliberation, "Perhaps, His Highness feels that he is detrimental to the king's prestige."

Thranduil was silent for a long time, then turned around slowly, "Go and see him, after all he was injured, he is afraid of pain."

"Yes, mylord." Galian hurried towards the bedroom after saluting.

Thranduil sat alone on the throne, his eyes were flickering, his thoughts were surging, but all of this finally calmed down and turned into a sigh, echoing in the empty hall.

After a while, Gallian ran over in a panic, "Mylord! Your Highness is gone!"

Thranduil stood up suddenly, and looked down at the sweaty butler, "What did you say?"

There was a faint thunder rolling between his words, and a thick layer of sweat floated on Galian's back, "His Highness is not in the bedroom, and the maids around have never seen him. I asked the guards, and His Highness did not leave the palace. But... just don't know where His Highness went..."

"Look for it!" Thranduil threw out a word, immediately got off the throne, and rushed anxiously towards the direction Selosta left.

The prince disappeared, and all the guards in the palace participated in the search, including the ugly guy. He shuttled through the underground kingdom, searching for it along the winding corridors.Strange to say, he never got lost in such a complex and criss-crossed underground corridor. He didn't think deeply about it, but attributed these to the natural sensitivity of elves.

The underground corridors are criss-crossed and extend to different spaces. It is really difficult to find an elf here.The ugly guy stayed at the bottom of a corridor, quietly looking at the door that no one had entered or exited for a long time, as if something in the dark was urging him to open the door and find the secret inside.He stared at the narcissus pattern carved on the door, involuntarily put his hand on the doorknob, and turned it suspiciously.

It seemed that the old handle was not rusted, and the door creaked and slowly opened.

The space is small, but dark, the ugly guy lit up the oil lamp and looked back.

A huge portrait takes up the entire wall.

"Your Highness?" He murmured, squinting his eyes and looking at the person in the painting.

A young elf with blond hair, blue eyes, a gentle and calm demeanor, a recurve bow in his hand, and a simple soldier uniform in green and brown. At first glance, he looks like Cylosta, but Careful inspection can tell the difference between the two.The eyes of the person in the painting are more bold and wise, but the expression is soft but not as innocent and playful as Selosta.This is... the ugly guy stretched out his hand tremblingly, stroking the brows and eyes, the blond hair, his lips trembling so that he couldn't make a sound.

Pain rose from his mind, and the imprisoned beast slammed into the cage fiercely. With the sound of steel bars bending and breaking, the confinement was broken, and memories roared in, hitting his desolate mind heavily.

The sky was full of mist, surrounded by thick fog, he walked in a daze, with no past and no future, yes, he was such a person!Ugly and lonely, confused and desolate.There is only an unclear figure in his heart, a lover in existence and fantasy.He relied on fantasy to give himself hopeless hope, he relied on assumptions to outline a happy past for himself, but now, the fog has finally cleared, and those past events came back to his mind one by one, like a scroll, in his mind little by little. spread out in front of you.

The young elf leaned against the powerful elf, calling him ADA sweetly, expecting him to hug her.

The young elf held a recurve bow, drew the bow, took aim, and hit the bull's-eye with an arrow. The adult elf beside him nodded slightly.

The grown-up elves shuttled nimbly through the dense forest, killing ugly spiders and expelling invading orcs...

Who is that waiting for him?Who is that majestic man with a scepter in his hand?

I see it clearly, I see it clearly, it's him...

"You are escaping, escaping the disaster we are about to face!"

"Legolas, when will you get rid of your reckless and impulsive habits and look at things like a true warrior?"

"I don't want you to come to the battlefield in person."

"Since you've come, let's finish this battle."

"I love you... deeply... love you... this love makes me unable to smile in the sun, and unable to face your indifference. This is the reason why I left, and it is also the source of all these disasters... You don't know how much I hate these shady thoughts...you don't know...how I long for you to hold my hand like this..."

"Lau! (No)"

"But it's not in this way... just let me protect you once, and put an end to this love..."

"Legolas!!"

"ADA, I'm so happy to see you leaving... Lemelon (I love you)..."

"Lau! Daroi (No! Stop it)!"

The ugly guy opened his mouth a little bit, but he couldn’t make a sound. Scenes of the past were circling in his mind, his attachment, his admiration, his bitterness, his stubbornness, his persistence, his heartache, and his powerlessness... Counting them all back, it filled the emptiness The brain tore apart the numb and desolate heart.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Any words, any harm will come tragically!He hunched into a ball, rolling back and forth on the ground, tearing his hair and skirts vigorously, hitting the floor frantically, overflowing broken sentences incoherently, muddy tears and cold sweat together, wetted his strength and numbness.

"Why ... ah ah ah ah ... no!!!!! !!!" I don't know how long, he was exhausted, and he lay down on his back, looking at the portrait despair, "I It's a...monster...I'm not...not Legolas...I'm not!!!!"

In the portrait, he is handsome and handsome, with a tall and tall body, but at this moment...he looks at his hands, the mottled black scorched marks, the huge deformed left hand, his whole body looks like this, and his face is even more ruined It's spotless.

"Hahahaha... I am a monster!!!! Hahahahaha..." The muddy tears flowed down the cheeks without stopping.

The ugly guy finally got up slowly, and left the room little by little. His chaotic mind gradually cleared up, and the figure of his back that he had been sketching for hundreds of years finally turned around slowly...

It was he, Thranduil, King of the Jungle, his... father...

The pain of strangulation started from the chest cavity, and traveled along the blood vessels to the limbs and bones. The painful eyes were red, and the painful breathing was short of breath.

It's him!

It's him!

Yes...he...

The tears in his eyes made the road in front of him look even more dim and blurred. He staggered, unable to tell whether it was a corridor or a cliff in front of him, but he just stumbled forward, spilling tears of heartbreak all over the ground.

Returning to his small residence in a daze, he sat down in a daze, time passed by his side, and he was like an ugly sculpture, motionless.

"ADA, your green leaf...is back." He smiled lowly, "It has changed into an appearance you can no longer recognize...it is back..." The laughter gradually grew louder, and the hoarse voice echoed in this small The space reverberated, and at some point, the laughter turned into a desperate howl. He tried his best to let out a mournful cry from his chest, shaking the entire underground palace. The ear-piercing sound like metal scraping was only due to the blood flowing in his heart, which could not stop.He yelled wantonly, dug his fingers deeply into the soil until he was exhausted, and finally fell down slowly on the simple bed, on the back, and let the muddy tears slide down him Scarred and mottled face, "Going home..."