Voice of Dragonland

PS: I hope you will still like this story, like the tormented but still kind and strong Ye Zi, like the tenacious Seran, and like this story that is outrageous but passionate.

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After an unknown amount of time, there were several knocks on the door.

The ugly guy wiped away the tears on his face, stooped and opened the door.

Galian's face appeared at the door, "Young man, have a drink with me."

"You..." The ugly guy stared at him.

"Your Highness has found it, and I'll find a place to hide." He had a peaceful face and kind eyes, and the jug in his hand probably came from the king's wine cellar.

"Galion, why didn't I, ADA, come?" Little Legolas asked while holding his bow and quiver.

"Your Highness, His Majesty has important matters to attend to, so he can't come to practice archery with you, shall I accompany you?" Gallian squatted halfway, smiling gently at him.

"Are you my father?" Legolas pouted.

"Of course not~" Galian laughed dryly, "But, I am willing to watch His Highness grow and become a great warrior~"

"Galian, why am I always so busy?" Legolas held Galian's hand and let him lead him to the training ground.

"Because he is not only your father, but also the greatest king of the jungle..." Galian's voice was soft, and his hand was warm.

The ugly guy came back to his senses, "It's too crowded here, let's go out and find a spacious place."

"Okay." Galian smiled kindly, turned around and left first.

The ugly guy breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door, followed Galian, and walked out of the palace to a green shade.

"Hey," Galian sat down under the tree, handed the ugly guy a wine glass, and poured half a glass of wine. The color of the wine was clear and transparent, like spring water flowing in a dense forest, with a mellow and elegant aroma, "this is New gin this year."

"Does Your Majesty know that you stole his wine?" The ugly guy sat down next to him, showing a faint smile.

"Always know~" Galian scratched the back of his head, and filled his glass again, "But he never blamed me, and I, as for me, helped him taste the wine."

The ugly guy took a sip of his wine and exclaimed, "It smells so good."

"Isn't it? I'm not bragging, the wine in the Great Forest is the most authentic!" Gallian squinted his eyes and took a big sip, "I've been to Lorraine, Rivendell, hey, it's not as good as our dense forest!"

"Their wine tastes like the hot sun. It's more masculine than feminine. It's hot in the mouth and has a heavy aftertaste. It's not as good as our wine, which is long and soft with a light aftertaste." Gallian drank the wine in his glass and poured it again. Filled a glass, "I sealed all these wines with my own hands. After opening, the whole wine cellar is filled with a strong fragrance, which can make people intoxicated by smelling it."

"..." The ugly guy quietly listened to Galian's chatter.

"Young man, I know you have resentment." After a long time, Gallian sighed.

"..."

"Hey, our Highness is a bit arrogant and occasionally unreasonable, but he is not a bad boy." Gallian reached out and pulled up a weed, playing with it on his fingers, "He is just used to being pampered by His Majesty."

"Your Majesty dotes on children?" The ugly guy's voice was full of vicissitudes of life.

"It wasn't before..." Gallian hiccupped.

"Before?" The ugly guy smiled wistfully, "What do you mean?"

"We have another prince..." Galian silently stroked the blade of grass in his hand, "May Vera bless him..."

The ugly guy lowered his eyes, his heart was like a thin knife blade, leaving one after another subtle but deep bloodstains, "Is it..."

"That's right, that child..." Gallian paused, raised his head and swallowed the wine in his glass, "That child...has already left, you don't know what it means to our Majesty...During that time... ...I'm really afraid he won't make it through..."

The ugly guy's tears fell without warning and fell into the cup, causing a small ripple.

Galian was unaware of the strangeness of the people around him, so he continued, "He is possessed by a demon, living in chaos, what wisdom, what refinement, what grace..." He waved his hand, "There is none, he is just a sad man. The heartbroken father is a poor man who has lost all his blood relatives... It makes people feel distressed..."

The ugly guy's hands trembled slightly, his throat tightened, and he closed his eyes silently.

"So you said, he found his own child, how could he be willing to wrong him? How could he not spoil him too much? It was his life..." Galian sighed, "Even we love this child along with him. Child, pamper him, protect him, and hope that he can stay by the king's side for a long time...don't let him...show such a sad expression..."

The ugly guy burst into tears like rain, but was as quiet as a stone.

"Young man, if our Highness has wronged you, I apologize to you on his behalf..." Galian touched the ugly guy's glass back, "Forgive him, even if it is for His Majesty."

The ugly guy nodded, still silent.

Thranduil walked into the garden slowly, "Come out."

"How do you know I'm here?" Selosta jumped down from the treetop in frustration, with a look of chagrin and grievance.

"I am your father." Thranduil stretched out his hand to him.

Cylostat took a few steps towards him, stopped and hung her head.

"I can understand that you don't like ugly guys, but I can't forgive you for doing it." Thranduil reached out to stroke his blond hair, "You shouldn't discriminate against his appearance, and you shouldn't do such a thing to blame him. he."

"..." Selosta put her arms around Thranduil's waist, and buried herself in his arms, "ADA..."

"I don't want to use my status as a prince to bind you, and I don't want you to change your nature to cater to something..." He sighed, "But, Selosta, you are my son, and you are born with rights and responsibilities. I have to face it, and ride it."

"I was wrong..." Selosta said sullenly, "I'm just angry with his attitude..."

"For a poor man without family and memory, his resentment is worthy of understanding and sympathy." Thranduil said gently, "This is not a path he can choose."

"Yes, ADA."

"Feeling better?" Wang gently stroked his shoulder.

"Hmm..." He greedily sniffed the scent of his father, letting the warmth surround him, "If you are always by my side, I will never be unhappy."

"The child's temper is so big that he still clings to his father. It's going to be a joke." Seran said gently, "Then, this is the end of this matter?"

"Well, I'll listen to the ADA, that's all." Selosta lowered her eyes and tightly wrapped her arms around Thranduil's waist.

The ugly guy is still serving as a servant by the king's side. He knows that the person in front of him is his father, the person he loves deeply, but he still has to pretend to be as cold and calm as before, even though there is blood dripping under the calm appearance, riddled with holes.

He watched Thranduil handle official business day after day, indifferent and indifferent just like he had been here for hundreds of years, he was familiar with aloofness, indifference, grace and elegance.He looked at him with a smile, infinitely pampering and pampering Selosta, that kind of gentleness, kindness and gentleness that he had never known.

He can find an excuse to quit this job, or even leave the dense forest, he can let go of all this and wander to the ends of the earth, even begging, is better than the torture of blunt knives.However, he couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear to leave him, he couldn't bear to be close to him, he couldn't bear his smile, he couldn't bear his words.His eyes became more and more desolate and indifferent, as if something had drained his energy, drained his life, and rapidly aged in the short few months.

"ADA!" Selosta ran into the hall bouncing, "I heard that your meeting is over?"

"Well, it's about taxes and next year's planting." Thranduil stood up, and the crimson coat hung down, making him even more slender and taller.

"Then does ADA have time to teach me how to use swords?" Selosta's face was ruddy, with the unique luster of a young elf, and his smile looked warm, and the corners of his mouth curled up along with him unconsciously.

"Okay." Thranduil nodded, "Let's go to the training room."

The ugly guy who stood aside followed behind the two of them, quietly like a shadow.

The training room is located on the side of the main hall, spacious and bright, with various weapon racks, full of swords, axes and axes.An old target stood there, the bullseye was mottled, and the red paint was a little peeled off, but it was still stuck there firmly.The ugly guy stroked the target with his eyes. He still remembered practicing archery over and over again when he was just as tall as a bow.Thranduil would occasionally watch from the sidelines, and occasionally opened his mouth to give pointers.Most of the time, it was Midrian or Serophon who accompanied him. This familiar space had accompanied him for hundreds of years.Now, everything is vivid in my mind, only that person, looking at the other child eagerly, tenderly and attentively.And he can only continue to be a quiet shadow.

"You said you wanted to practice." Wang took off his robe and drew out his saber. The narrow blade exuded a touch of cold air. "You can't blame the ADA for being strict."

Selosta looked at Wang with a smile, "No wonder, ADA can guide me strictly."

"Now you have no weapons, how are you going to escape from my sword?" Thranduil's sword pointed at Selosta's throat.

Selosta put away her smile a little bit, "It's not fair, ADA is the strongest fighter in the jungle, and I'm unarmed."

"There is no fairness in war." Wang smiled, and there was no sternness in his eyes. "Are you ready?"

"Hmm." Selosta quietly looked at the blade that was close at hand, and clenched her fists.

The point of the knife stabs forward, aiming at the throat. Although this move looks ruthless, it actually didn't use [-]% of its strength.

Selosta raised his body, jumped backwards, avoided the knife, and rushed obliquely to the front right, trying to rush to his right side before his father's blade was closed, and restrain his wrist holding the knife.

Not fast enough.

Thranduil's knife tip drew a silver light in the air, aimed at his throat, and slanted upwards.The tip of the knife slid across the collar, and a button bounced to the ground.

Selosta jumped back again, her eyes fixed on Thranduil's wrist, judging the direction of the knife point.

Thranduil charged forward, and the tip of the knife was like silver lightning, striking straight at him.

Selosta stopped suddenly, jumped up, and threw herself down towards the tip of the knife.

Thranduil was startled, and hastily withdrew the blade, swung it away abruptly, and reached out to catch Selosta who was rushing towards him.

"ADA! I succeeded!" Selosta put her arms around his neck with a smile.

"Nonsense!" Thranduil put him down with a straight face, "If I don't have time to withdraw the knife, what will you look like now, have you thought about it?"

"Hey, isn't that what it means to die and live?" Selosta didn't let go.

"How can there be enemies on the battlefield who will throw away weapons for you?" Wang's voice was full of helplessness.

"ADA, don't be angry, I will practice hard, but now, I am really not ADA's opponent..." Selosta let go, picked up Wang's long knife, and handed it back to him, "I still need a faster one. Speed, more agile response. ADA, give me half a month, and I will challenge you again."

Wang took the long knife and showed a smile, "Since you have such confidence, I will naturally wait."

"ADA, don't worry, I will definitely become a great warrior!" Selosta smiled, "I am your son, and I will never disgrace your brilliance!"

The ugly guy stood silently in an inconspicuous corner with his head bowed, his eyes were dry and painful, and the corners of his mouth were grinning, showing a desolate smile. Once, I also took such a class... At that time, you were just a strict teacher, no Concerned about whether I will get hurt, you will only urge me to grow up with the most severe attitude, and you have never looked at me with such worried eyes... His smile deepened, depressed and lonely.The most courageous thing in this world is not to face a strong enemy alone, but to watch the person I love give my love to others, but pretend that all this has nothing to do with me.