Voice of Dragonland

PS: All the battles in Dragon Realm are my private creations, which have nothing to do with the original plot~ Well, I won’t say more, everyone, please read the article, and remember to tell me if you enjoyed it~~————

Every day around Seran was a torment.He wanted to get away from the memories of the past, to be an outsider, to treat all of this as a remnant of his previous life, but an obsession from the past.Now, he is an ugly guy, a guard, and a poor man who has been taken in.It is already the mercy of the king and the mercy of fate to have a place to live in.

But he couldn't convince himself.He saw his father give all his affection to another child, he saw him greet Cylosta with a gentle smile he had never seen before, he saw him gently stroke his hair, listen He said those far-fetched and naive thoughts and never showed an impatient expression. He saw the bond between them was deep and heavy, and he could no longer tolerate his existence...

He finally understood that 300 years ago, Legolas was a dead man who could only exist in the king's accidental memory.

This cognition made him extremely painful, like walking barefoot among thorn bushes, leaving a line full of bloody and sweet footprints.No amount of persistence and waiting is just a joke, floating like sand and dust without roots.

It's time to leave, to leave the jungle, to leave Thranduil, to leave the homeland that made him cry blood.

If there was no such accident, perhaps he would just leave silently with scars all over his body and go out to wander.He had even thought of the words to say goodbye to Thranduil.

However, on the day when he mustered up his courage, uninvited guests came to the winding paths of the Mirkwood. The decaying stench of the orcs impacted the tranquility of the jungle. Shining with a gloomy luster, swaying the shadow of death.

"Chackle!" Thranduil was not riding a deer, his armor gleamed in the sunlight that occasionally fell through the branches and leaves, and the crown of white gemstones on his forehead made his face more solemn and serene.Behind him were jungle warriors waiting in full force. They surrounded Thranduil in a crescent formation, and the bows in their hands swelled like a full moon. As long as the orc took a step forward, he would be nailed to death in the center of the crescent.

The ape-like orc stood grinningly at the center of the crescent moon, showing a ferocious and bloody smile, "Thranduil...are you here all right?"

"Did Babot send you to the jungle to deliver the head?" Thranduil raised his eyes, "What is your intention?"

"Just passing by..." Chuckel replied.His back is hunchbacked and skinny, his arms are hanging down to his knees, his yellowish-blackened teeth are grinning, and his gray-green eyes are coldly looking at Thranduil with a bloody smell. He smiles, as ugly as the legendary Ghost, "Passing by your realm, your palace, your treasure room... Would you mind if we visit the most curious palace in Middle-earth?"

"Oh?" Thranduil opened his lips coldly, "My palace is not open to cursed creatures, and Mirkwood is not a place you can enter if you want."

"Quack quack quack quack..." Chuckel laughed hoarsely, "Your Majesty, this is beyond your control."

Wang Mo raised his eyebrows, his blue eyes became more cold, and fierce murderous aura emanated from his whole body.The long knife was unsheathed slowly, a faint brilliance overflowed along the slender blade, and the tip of the knife pointed straight at the orc.His voice was not high, but it was as powerful as metal falling to the ground, "Let them get out of the dense forest!"

The soldiers standing behind the king stepped forward in unison, their longbows in their hands were full, pointing directly at the orc's eyebrows.

The orcs also raised a shield made of leather mixed with wood and pig iron to block Chuckel. The chaotic shouts tore through the tranquility of the dense forest and shuttled through this ancient and obscure land.

The first feathered arrow made a sharp whistling sound, and went straight to the center of Chakel's eyebrows, flying like lightning, and the strength of the arrow was mixed.

"Crack!" The wooden leather shield in front of Chakel lifted up slightly, and the feathered arrow was nailed straight into the shield, and even sank most of the body of the arrow, and the white feathers at the tail of the arrow trembled unceasingly.

The ugly guy raised his head, took out another arrow from the arrow basket behind his backhand, and put it on the bow.

The orc was silent for a few seconds, shouting and waving the weapon in his hand to fight forward.

The dense forest is different from the outside world, with overgrown trees and overwhelming green shade. The elves who grew up in the dense forest know this land to the extreme. They shuttled nimbly through the jungle, and the bows and arrows in their hands shot towards the orcs like raindrops.

The clumsy orc waved the weapon in his hand and fought with the elf.The sound of iron collision, flesh tearing, bone shattering, howling and whining sounded one after another, startling birds one after another, and flying towards the distance in horror, a thick bloody atmosphere permeated the battlefield, and the battlefield was covered with a layer of Bright red, like a rain of blood in a dense forest.

The ugly guy followed Thranduil closely, not daring to take his eyes off him for a moment.

The sound of piercing the air sounded like a whistle, this slight sound was drowned in the battle, it was almost inaudible, the ugly guy turned his ears, and suddenly jumped forward to stand beside the king, his five fingers spread out, then quickly retracted, his arms were crushed The object in his hand moved forward an inch, a feathered arrow was pinched by him, and it came to a stop at less than an arm's length away from the king.

Thranduil looked back lightly, with a calm expression on his face, bringing the arrogance of a king to the extreme.

The ugly guy looked at the feathered arrow in his hand indifferently. The body of the arrow was straight. The feathers on the tail of the arrow were neat and no different from ordinary arrows, except that the arrow had barbs.He was silent for a moment, slowly raised his face, and looked towards the direction of the arrow, the coldness in his eyes gradually faded, and nameless flames rose up, and the brown eyes burned with dark and angry flames.He turned his fingers, and the body of the arrow flipped several arrow flowers one after another on his fingertips, then he swung his hand and threw it back violently.

The arrow rushed straight forward, as powerful as a shot from a full bow, and the orc hit by him immediately fell on his back without making a sound.

The orc army is not suitable for fierce battles in the dense forest. Flexible elves appear from all directions, giving them deadly attacks, and the orcs are clumsy and unable to catch up with these elves.

The army was quickly dispersed, and the orcs in groups of dozens of people were besieged by the elves, and they were defeated one by one.

Chuckel, who was mixed in with the orc team, panicked, "Prepare to evacuate, and order the rear army to avoid the dense forest!"

"Yes!" The orc who sent the order received the order and ran towards the rear.

The overall situation on the battlefield was settled, the ugly guy gradually relaxed, and silently turned his face to look at Thranduil.

He still straightened his back, raised his head high, his eyes exuded a gloomy and murderous light, and the long knife in his hand pointed to the ground with vigor, standing like a mountain on the battlefield of gold and iron neighing.A heavy majesty emanates from his whole body, the majesty of an emperor is like forged steel, unshakable by the fighting on the battlefield.

This is his father, the only god in his heart, the only existence that he is willing to endure the pain of skin peeling and bone erosion to return to life, but all of these will be buried in the bottom of his heart, and he will never see the sun again.He curled up his mouth with difficulty, revealing a smile.

The sound of flapping wings came from far to near, casting an ominous shadow over the dense forest.

The elves gradually stopped chasing the orcs. They raised their heads and looked up through the layers of trees in horror.

"Dragon!" An unknown person uttered a mournful cry, with a distorted and sharp voice.Panic quickly spread like a plague, and the elves approached Thranduil anxiously.

The ugly guy quickly climbed up the giant tree beside him, he got out of the dense leaves, and his vision suddenly widened.

A shadow passed over his head, the ugly guy opened his eyes wide, the untouchable hatred in his heart burned him like a flame, the pain was like a needle, stabbing his heart one after another, gnashing his teeth, "Palato... "

The dragon circled and soared in the sky, its huge fleshy wings spread flat, and occasionally lowered its body, so that the ugly guy could see the blue-gray dragon scales that wrapped the dragon's body clearly.

The ugly guy nimbly jumped down the tree trunk, but before landing, he stretched out his hand to catch the branch to relieve the force, and landed firmly in front of Thranduil. "Mylord!" He lowered his voice, "It's a dragon!"

"Spread out and enter the underground palace as soon as possible!" Thranduil frowned and ordered loudly.

The elves surrounded Thranduil and refused to disperse.

"Go! Only by distracting your targets can you survive!" Thranduil ordered in a deep voice, "Immediately, immediately!"

The elves don't move.

"If you want Long to find out that His Majesty is here, just surround him to die!" The ugly guy snapped.

Only then did the soldiers spread out and quickly disappeared into the woods.

The roar of the dragon came from the top of the head, the smell of sulfur was faintly audible, and the scorching aura was exuded between the breaths, and the stinging wind swept across the cheeks like flames. At this moment, the lush leaves above the head quickly Withered down, exposing dry branches, exposing the figures of the two people under the tree.

Thranduil stood with his sword in his hand, watching the shadow of the dragon on the branch becoming clearer and clearer, a bit of sternness flashed across his eyes.

There is no barrier to escape here, like a dragon fire falling from the sky... The ugly guy frowned, thinking about countermeasures quickly in his mind...

With a flash of inspiration, there is indeed a place to hide nearby, and time is running out for him to think about it.The ugly guy suddenly turned around, wrapped his thick left arm around Thranduil's waist, carried him on his shoulder and ran wildly, "I'm offended!"

It took a while for Thranduil to react. The majesty of the king was so impudently attacked, which made him startled and angry, and his deep voice exploded in the ugly guy's ear, "Let go!"

"Forgive me." The ugly guy didn't have time to understand Thranduil's anger and embarrassment, he knew the dragon's nature too well.

It's not that we don't want to fight, we can't fight!

Thranduil stretched out his hand to break off the ugly guy's arm, that arm was extremely thick and strong, welded around his waist like an iron chain, if he wanted to break free, he had to cut it off with a sword.He shouted angrily, "Let go, I will never say it a third time!"

The ugly guy turned a deaf ear and just rushed forward blindly. The small cellar in his memory was not far ahead, hidden under the thick dodder grass...

"ADA doesn't like me, so I'll just build a house and live in it myself." Legolas, who was still a boy, held a small shovel and dug shovel after shovel at the selected site. The progress was slow but persistent, "I'm not going home, huh!"

"Your Majesty..." Gallian sighed, and said to Thranduil who was watching from afar, "Aren't you going to persuade him?"

Under the shade of the tree, a butterfly danced lightly. Its blue-purple wings shone with a charming luster. It circled leisurely and landed on Thranduil's crown decorated with coral-colored fruits, making this face calm. The king has a different kind of vividness and beauty.

"Let him go." He replied lightly, and turned around to leave.

"Your Majesty, with all due respect, His Highness is young and doesn't know how to speak diplomatically. Even if he asks the mayor of Changhu a slightly embarrassing question about why his nose is crooked, you can just laugh it off, and the Grand Duke will naturally change the subject. Go back, but you scolded His Highness in front of many ministers and envoys..." Gallian lowered his head, his tone was a little gloomy, "Your Highness will be sad, and think you hate him..."

"A prince, if not strictly controlled, will only become more and more unrestrained." Thranduil stopped, his voice calm and unmoving, "If he is willing to live in the underground palace he dug, you can build him a door Let him stay here, when he realizes his mistake, when will he go home."

Gallian had to obey.

The dungeon excavated by Legolas was very small, except for a thick iron gate given by Galian, it was just a shallow pit. He really didn't have the energy to expand the dungeon when he was young. As night fell, He curled up in the pit, enduring the cold and dew, tossing and falling asleep.

The stubborn father and son were unwilling to bow their heads first. Grand Duke Midrian couldn't stand it anymore, and forcibly sent the prince back to the palace with his arms in his arms.

"If you don't want this child, you can adopt it to me. I will never let my child sleep alone in a pit in the jungle." The Grand Duke held Legolas' wrist with a straight face, angrily Confront the king of the jungle.

"I am the son of ADA, I was wrong." Legolas glanced at his father's face, lowered his head, "I'm sorry..."

"Go back to your bedroom." Thranduil said coldly, taking Legolas' wrist from Midrian's hand, "If there is another time, don't be my son."

Legolas' face was covered in dust, his supple blond hair was frizzy, and he pushed it on top of his head in a mess, his small palms were blistered, he couldn't make a fist, and could only hang quietly by his sides.He pursed his mouth, but raised his head stubbornly, "Yes, ADA."

Thranduil looked at him, and finally sighed, "Go and clean yourself."

Legolas followed the maid back to the apse without saying a word, only turned around the corner and looked at his father.

He sat upright on the throne, with the corners of his lips tightly pursed, and the center of his brows slightly frowned, like a perfect sculpture, except that he lacked a little vitality.

"ADA..." Legolas put on clean clothes, combed his hair neatly, and stood with his head down in front of Thranduil.

"Aren't you inviting me to visit your underground palace?" Thranduil slightly curved his mouth, revealing a gentle smile.

"Ah, good, good." Legolas was a little embarrassed, but he happily took his father's hand and led him out of the palace to the place he had chosen.

Surrounded by tall trees, the ground is covered with tender green, slender and coiled dodder grass. A thick iron door is abruptly placed on the dark brown land, as if opening it, one can reach another world.

"Why did you choose this place?" Thranduil asked.

"Here... you can see the underground palace." Legolas pointed to the distance, "If we must separate from ADA... I also want to live in a place where I can see you."

"Really?" Thranduil bent down and opened the door.A shallow pit, with a square but not round outline, and an uneven bottom. It looks like a waste pit that some animals dug a few times at random and then discarded.He laughed, first curled the corners of his mouth, and gradually laughed out loud, "Hahahahaha..."

"What are you laughing at?" Legolas blushed.

"Legolas...hahahahahaha..." Thranduil squatted down, his cheeks flushed with laughter, "A groundhog is more capable than you..."

"Then you should find a groundhog to be your son!" Legolas blushed even more, "There is no lesson in the dense forest about how to dig a beautiful hole!"

"It looks like a simple toilet..." Thranduil still didn't intend to stop, he shook his shoulders, his brows and eyes curved into smiles.

Legolas suddenly didn't want to care about his father's blow to him, he had almost never seen him smiling so heartily, "This is not a toilet, this is my dungeon."

"I just can't think... When you were lying inside, did the door close? Or actually... the door was pressed on your body?" Thranduil couldn't stop laughing.

"Ada, you are not kind." Legolas pouted, "How can you be so shallow..."

"Vera..." Thranduil finally stood up and looked at him with a smile, "My child, if you want this place to be your territory, we have to expand it a bit."

"Us?" Legolas' eyes lit up.

Thranduil didn't answer, picked up the small shovel that Legolas had put aside, and gradually dug the shallow pit deeper and wider, "Don't just watch, pile the soil to the side."

"Oh!" Legolas carried the soil back and forth, watching Thranduil transform the earth pit into a straight-through cellar.

"It's almost there." Thranduil straightened up, "How is it?"

"..." Legolas looked at the hole that went straight up and down, "it's not much better..."

Thranduil looked back and saw the dirt pit deep on his shoulders. The pit was uneven, and it was barely deeper than Legolas' pit.Even so, he still raised his face, with a calm and calm look, "It's obviously much more spacious!"

"Okay." Legolas shrugged and patted his muddy hands, "Do you want to rest in this spacious dungeon?"

"..." How to rest?Crouch in it?Dill of Seran wanted to laugh again, but this pit was obviously his own masterpiece, "Okay."

He supported the edge of the pit with both hands, stood up and jumped out from the bottom of the pit, sat on the iron gate and stretched out his hand to Legolas, "Come."

Legolas sat down beside him, and pressed his dirty hands on his knees so as not to stain his father's gown.In fact, the clothes on the busy Thranduil were already covered with mud, exuding the damp smell of the earth after the rain.

"It's very good here, with plenty of sunshine." Thranduil raised his face, "I can see the clouds flowing above the treetops."

Legolas turned his head to look at him, his long golden hair was shining in the sun, his reddish cheeks had a hint of liveliness, his awe-inspiring eyes were tinged with joyful tenderness, and the corners of his mouth slightly The curved arc is elegant and calm.That was a fresh, agile, and vibrant Thranduil that he had never seen before.

A blue-purple disc came out of nowhere, danced around them, and finally landed on Thranduil's blond hair.Sunshine, butterflies, the fragrance of earth, smiling Thranduil.All of this was deeply engraved in the mind of the young Legolas, and it became a beauty that he could never erase, and it kept reappearing in the future.

The king will never stay in the boy's dream, and that beautiful afternoon is finally over, never mentioned by his father again.When Legolas grew up and found out in horror that he fell in love with his father, he would come here, push aside the thick dodder grass, open the iron gate, and sit alone for a day or more.The cellar was dug out of order, and occasionally rainwater would accumulate, but this was one of his few happy and warm memories...

The memories faded in the scorching heat, the flames fell to the ground, and the surrounding trees suddenly burst into flames, chasing them with scorching heat, pressing on every step of the way!The flames spread under his feet, rushing over like a gable wall toppled over.The sweat on the back was instantly evaporated by the heat wave, leaving only a burning sting. The soft suede uniform was dry and cracked, and the shoulder pads decorated with iron sheets were hot on the skin like a soldering iron. It was so hot that he couldn't stay, he tried his best to race against the god of death, risking everything and running towards the cellar.

The ugly guy finally stopped, kicked away the thick dodder grass carelessly, punched the thick iron gate hidden on the ground with one hand, pushed Thranduil in, and turned around to close the door, but saw Long Yan rising from in front of him And rise.He quickly got down on the ground, facing the cellar, and blocked the entrance with his body.

Thranduil reached out and grabbed his skirt, dragging him into the cellar.

The ugly guy stretched out his legs and hooked the edge of the door. The moment the iron door closed, a heat wave hit!

He opened his arms to protect Thranduil under him.The cellar was narrow, and Thranduil's body was curled up to occupy more than half of the space. The ugly guy was next to him, with his back leaning against the iron door.

After a burst of cold stabbing pain, burning pain spread from his back, the ugly guy clenched his teeth tightly, restraining himself from shouting.

This pain is all too familiar, the flesh on the painful back does not seem to be his own, the pain penetrates deep into the bone marrow, the painful sweat drips down, the painful convulsions cannot be stopped...

Thranduil put his hand on his arm, and for a split second, the pain gradually eased.

The ugly guy panted and opened his eyes, seeing Thranduil chanting an ancient mantra softly to relieve his pain.

The burning sensation on the back gradually faded away, the ugly guy couldn't support himself, slipped to one side, and fell headfirst into the dust, his back was exposed, and the suede guard uniform had already been charred into carbon, sticking together with the charred flesh.A puff of black smoke rose from the iron door behind him, and the unique smell of heated metal was strong and pungent.

Thranduil still held his wrist, and the ancient spell hovered in this small space, bit by bit relieving his pain from being burned by the hot metal.

The ugly guy was not afraid of the pain, but just opened his eyes wide and looked at Thranduil carefully. His cheeks were stained with mud, and his cloak was incompletely burned by the flames, but other than that, he was fine.He felt relieved, gritted his teeth and suppressed the moan back into his stomach, and turned his eyes to look around the piercing pain scattered around.In sight, a butterfly landed at Thranduil's feet, half of its wings were burnt and broken, and it was already dead.

The ugly guy stretched out his hand and gently touched the butterfly. The blue-purple wings were beautiful under the sun... He grinned, and a line of tears slowly rolled down his cheeks.Pain worse than burns rose from the bottom of his heart, tearing him apart.He closed his eyes, put his cheek on the soil, and let the pain come wave after wave.

After a long time, the spell stopped, and Thranduil's deep voice sounded, "Why do you know this place?"