Voice of Dragonland

PS: Small theater.

The ugly guy sneered, and stretched out his hand to press the cave wall beside Thranduil's cheek, "Why would I know? Why do you ask me?"

Thranduil frowned, "Answer me."

"Hahahahahaha..." He laughed flamboyantly and presumptuously, "Because this is my palace! This is my territory! And you..." He pinched Thranduil's chin, "It's mine! "

"..." Thranduil looked at the ugly guy quietly, frowned suspiciously, and called softly, "My dear..."

"Card!!!" Hua Jiang jumped out after copying the script, "Give me the card!!! Xiaobawang, you are playing a role!!!"

Gardener poked the script in front of Legolas, "You can see clearly which crew you are in, dear!!"

After teaching the bully a lesson, the gardener glared fiercely at Thranduil again, "Dear Thranduil, now you are playing the role of not the President of Fudge, but the King of the Jungle!"

"Tiger?" Seran looked at Lego in confusion.

"Let's go, no more acting!" Lego put his arms around Seran's shoulders and was about to walk out.

"Wait a minute!!! You can't leave!!! What will you do if you leave Longyu!!!" The gardener scratched the wall of the cave.

"Oh, that's it, then..." Lego curled his mouth and looked at the gardener lightly.

The gardener cried with kelp, "I understand..."

In the cellar scene of the crew, Lego put his arms around Seran's shoulders, and the two looked up at the sky in a tacit understanding.

"Honey, the gardener is flying in the sky~"

"Shh, don't talk, Fudge." Lego kissed Seran's cheek.

On the blue sky, there is a bright broom star...

Gardener: "I will come back..."

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The underground palace was empty and quiet, and Selosta, who was dressed in military uniform, paced back and forth anxiously, while Gallian was by his side, silent.

Footsteps sounded from the end of the corridor, Selosta ran forward a few steps, grabbed the messenger soldier and asked, "How is the father now?"

"Your Majesty is well. The orc army has disintegrated. It is only a matter of time before they retreat." The soldier replied hastily.

Selosta's heart gradually relaxed, and a smile emerged from the corner of her mouth, "Okay."

Gallian bowed his head respectfully, "Don't worry, Your Highness, His Majesty will be fine."

"Galian, you don't know how much I want to fight side by side with my father. This is the training and responsibility that a prince should have." Selosta clenched her fists silently, entangled by the loss that wanted to kill the enemy but could not Grumpy and annoyed, "And I can only hide in the depths of this dungeon like a mouse!"

"Your Highness," Gallian sighed, "you are still young, and you will have the opportunity to face the battlefield. You should sympathize with His Majesty's painstaking efforts, instead of complaining about the protection he gave you."

Selosta fidgeted with the saber at his waist. He didn't listen to Gallian's advice at all. He was just annoyed that he couldn't fight side by side with his father. He was annoyed that the depth of the underground palace hindered his vision, and he couldn't see the danger of the battlefield. It hindered his passion and could not protect his safety.

"Your Highness, His Majesty will be back soon, so please be patient." Gallian straightened the king's robe on the chair, "Your Majesty has experienced hundreds of battles like this."

"So what? Wasn't it extremely dangerous? I wish I could fight for him..." Selosta sat on the chair dejectedly, the handle of the knife at his waist was pinched tightly in his hand.

Galian glanced at the prince gently, and stopped speaking.

"Your Highness!" Another soldier rushed in, staggering, with panic written on his pale face, "It's not good!"

"What?" Selosta stood up abruptly, the knuckles of her knuckles holding the sword hilt turned white, "What's the matter!"

"Dragon! There is a dragon... We are separated from His Majesty..." The soldier's voice was hoarse, and he staggered and knelt on the ground. The weapon in his hand fell and slid far away on the slippery ground.

Selosta ran wildly towards the outside of the palace.

"Your Highness!" Gallian picked up the dagger that was resting on the side, and ran out after him.

A large number of soldiers withdrew to the underground palace, but among the crowded golden armor, there was no silver-gray figure, "Where is Your Majesty?" Selosta asked a soldier.

"I don't know, Your Majesty ordered us to disperse and go back to the underground palace..." The soldier replied in panic.

Selosta pushed him away and ran out of the underground palace against the flow of people.

"Stop Your Highness!" Galian's voice was drowned out in the crowd, he gritted his teeth and tried to catch up.

Outside the underground palace, flames rose up, and the ancient forest was scorched with bright red. The choking smoke enveloped the entire dense forest, and the trees cracked and cracked from time to time. Looking around, there was a sea of ​​flames, full of fiery red .

"ADA!" he called loudly, the only echoes were the hunting sound of flames being blown by the wind, and the dull sound of falling trees, "ADA!" He ran towards the flames, enduring the heat wave, his Looking across the scorched trees and unrecognizable corpses, his feet were weak, and the hem of his clothes was licked by the flames and gradually spread. He slapped it a few times, but still moved forward, "ADA!"

"Your Highness!" Gallian grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the flames, "Your Majesty will not be in the depths of the flames!"

"Then where is he!" Selosta roared, her eyes were bloodshot.

"Calm down!" Gallian squeezed his wrist and patted the small flame on his clothes for him, "The flame is not strong, it will fade away soon, His Majesty will be back!"

"You are not his relative, so you can calmly act as if everything is fine!" Selosta struggled to break free from his wrist, "I want to find him! Immediately!"

"Your Highness!" Galian didn't let go, and looked back at the burning trees, "Rushing into the flames at this moment is of no benefit to His Majesty's safety, and it is impossible for you to find him under such circumstances. If you fall into the sea of ​​fire, you will definitely be angry that you don't take care of yourself!"

Selosta couldn't listen to Gallian's dissuasion at all, he pushed his hand away coldly, and said with a gloomy face, "Don't force me to do anything to you!"

Gallian sighed, "At least...we can pass through when these flames are lowered."

Selostra ran in the other direction.Gallian followed immediately.

The faint smog was blown by the wind, and the heat wave made the forest black and withered, and the originally cool stream also emitted dense smoke, which was slightly scalding.

Selostra jumped into the water, got herself wet, and ran towards the flames.Gallian dipped in the water indiscriminately, and ran towards the flames with him.

The flames were burning beside him, the temperature was so high that one could faintly smell the smell of burnt hair. Galian followed Selosta in a dazed search in the sea of ​​flames.

"Here is..." Gallian stopped, letting the scorching ground scorched him, and the smell of burnt skin wafted, but he looked around, trying to identify the tall trees that were engulfed by the flames.The distant memory became clear little by little, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Here..."

"Galian, do you want to wait to be scorched?" Selosta reminded impatiently in front, "This is not my father's wine cellar, it will allow you to be lazy!"

"Your Highness, I probably know where His Majesty will be!" Gallian's eyes fell on the depths of the dense forest surrounded by flames, and his frowning brows loosened a little.He raised his arm and pointed to a high ground deep in the jungle where thick smoke billowed endlessly, "The underground palace...there is an underground palace!"

Selosta stopped, and looked back suddenly, the flames reflected in his eyes, burning a blood-red light.

The cellar was narrow, and flames rose above the iron door, filling the space with scorching hot air. Every breath was like a hot flame pouring into the body, and the steaming internal organs ached.But the ugly guy, in the scalding heat, let out a chill.

"I..." He raised his face and looked at Thranduil.That is his father, that is the person he misses day and night, that is the only belief he never forgets after returning from hell, and that is the person he is willing to sacrifice everything to protect.At this moment, he was staring at him closely with those blue eyes, with doubtful and confused light revealing from them, urging him silently.

"The last time His Highness disappeared..." The ugly guy said heavily, his voice was hoarse and rough, mixed with the texture of metal scraping, "I found this place..."

"Really." Thranduil sighed and looked away, "You found this place..."

"Yes..." He replied in a low voice, looking at him calmly.

The cellar was too small, and it was difficult for two grown men to fit in it. Their backs would touch the hot iron door again, and the ugly guy had to huddle beside Thranduil.He deliberately slowed down his breathing, as if for a person like him, even breathing was an offense to the king.However, that familiar breath surrounded him and fumigated him.It was the smell of Thranduil, a clear scent of musk musk mixed with a slight scent of wine and a faint scent of sandalwood.The aura he was familiar with and admired hadn't changed for many years.

He looked at him calmly, light golden hair, delicate and white cheeks like porcelain, blue eyes, light lips, resolute and indifferent expression, slender and powerful fingers, all formed a complete body. Thranduil.

Wang was immersed in his own memories, paying no attention to the ugly guy's gaze.He stretched out his hand to caress the rough cave wall. Years of weathering have made the soil hard and dark. He has long forgotten the details of shoveling out the cellar with a small shovel that year, but remembers Legola Si's smile and excited look, I remember the happy light shining in his eyes, I remember the warmth of him gently leaning against his side, I remember him smiling and saying to him, "It's not much better..." I remember him Pouted and protested to him, "Then you should find a groundhog as your son!"

He actually smiled slightly, his eyes full of melancholy, like the waves of the sea, beating his heart, "This is my son's palace, if I can make it more spacious before he grows up Some, separate bedroom and living room... He must be very happy. But... I will never have this chance again..."

The smile on Thranduil's lips was thin and cold, and his eyes were staring at the dark brown cave wall with barren and empty eyes.If time can be turned back, he will definitely build a small underground palace for him, let the smile stay on his cute cheeks for a long time, and slow down patiently to watch him grow up little by little...

It's just that time never turns back, and no amount of sadness can be turned into a sigh that wants to be said, silently settled in the long river of time.

The ugly guy's heart seemed to be stung, and he twitched in pain.Memories of the past came back to his heart again, he still remembered Thranduil's smiling face, wearing a long gown that smelled of earth, real and kind.But what this real picture brings is not heartwarming warmth, but deadly pain.He had to turn his face away and curled up into a ball, not wanting to see Thranduil's appearance, let alone thinking about his own appearance.

"It hurts?" Thranduil withdrew his thoughts, his eyes fell on the ugly guy's dark and burned back, "After returning to the palace, I will ask the captain of the guard to give you some wound medicine, and the pain will soon be relieved."

The ugly guy pressed his heart and answered with a trembling voice, "Thank you, Your Majesty." Thranduil was silent for a while, "What's wrong with you?"

The ugly guy wiped the tears from his cheeks, and slowly turned his face, "I miss my family... maybe someone will dig a dungeon for me, maybe someone will miss me like you miss your child ..."

Thranduil stretched out his hand to him, and the ugly guy shrank subconsciously. The cellar was so small, he didn't avoid it.

Thranduil's fingers were very warm, and he gently touched the ugly guy's cheeks, gently wiping away the remaining tears, "Yes." His voice was soft and gentle, and this warmth was already beyond the gap between the king and the guards. more like a friend, or... a relative, "They will miss you, miss you, until you remember them and come back to them..."

"I've become like this...does it make sense to go back?" He lowered his head, looked into his eyes, the scar on his cheek pulled the corner of his mouth, half a smile, and the despair in his eyes was like a hurricane. The sea is rough with lightning and thunder.

"Why is it meaningless?" Thranduil looked at him with gentle and soft eyes, "For your family, no matter what you become, no matter what happens to you, they will...wait for you to come home You have to know that this suffering is equal."

That face is close at hand, the eyes are gentle, the corners of the mouth are slightly curved, the beauty makes his heart ache, and finally he can't help stretching out his hand, gently caressing his cheek, and wiping off the mottled dust for him.

Thranduil didn't avoid it, but lowered his eyes, the tenderness in his eyes flashed away, and the curvature of his mouth gradually calmed down. He was still the king known to ugly guys, aloof and distant, graceful and upright.He knew that he should retract his arms, turn his eyes away, and do his duty as a courtier, staying away from the king.

But his palms were not in control, his heart was beating heavily, blood was flowing backwards along the blood vessels, years of confusion and pain, strong love and grievance forced his rough fingers to stay on the king's cheek, greedily sucking the essence of that small piece of skin. warm.

"Here!" Galian pointed to the iron gate on the ground not far away, "It should be inside!"

Selosta stepped forward a few steps, looking at the iron gate.This is an existence he never knew, and the delicate green leaf patterns around the door made him faintly sour. This is the mark of Legolas, which is left over from the former prince.How long has it been here? 200 years? 300 years?Or longer...and his father never mentioned the door to him.

It stood abruptly on the surface, burned black and shiny by flames, like an entrance to an unknown world, behind it was the past of Thranduil and another child, without his participation, there was no place for him.

He sighed softly, knowing that now was not the time to worry about these things, then he used the hilt in his hand to pick up the flame-red ring on the iron door, and lifted it forcefully.

Thranduil slowly raised his face, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at him with some surprise.Accident?Selosta stared at the ugly guy's hand that fell on the king's cheek and couldn't take it back.It was indeed a surprise...

The iron door was thrown open suddenly, the sunlight suddenly pierced in, and the ugly guy looked back dully, just in time to meet Selosta's scrutiny.What kind of gaze is that?Like a beast whose territory has been violated, it fixed its eyes firmly on him with a bone-chilling coldness. It was obviously just a young elf, but it carried a deep and long-lasting hatred, as if it was as far away as in the previous life, they were Looking at each other like this, they put each other's resentment and unwillingness in front of each other's eyes.

Selosta stared at the ugly guy silently, with ferocious hatred gradually appearing in his eyes, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and the fingers holding the handle of the knife gradually turned white. This young elf tried his best to restrain himself and maintain a prince. The poise as it should be.The ugly guy looked at him indifferently, and slowly grinned, a smile appeared on his scarred and mottled face.

Selosta couldn't find words to describe this smile, but felt a cold breath rising from her feet, silently running along the blood vessels to the limbs and bones.

"Why are you here?" Thranduil opened his lips to break the silence, he stood up in the pit with difficulty, the ugly guy wanted to avoid it, but the tunnel was narrow, and he bumped into Thranduil inevitably.He retreated hastily, his back hit the wall of the pit, the pain was like a cone, even if he endured it like an ugly guy, he couldn't help showing a painful expression.

Seeing this, Thranduil stretched out his hand to straighten him, "You go up first."

Galian stretched out his hand and dragged the ugly guy up, "Your Highness was worried about you, so he insisted on coming to find you. I think this is the only place to hide in this area, so I brought him here."

Thranduil held Selosta's hand and jumped out of the cellar with his strength.

The fire gradually subsided, and the dragon was nowhere to be seen in the sky, and the surrounding trees were completely burned, leaving only a piece of scorched earth in a dense forest the size of an underground palace.

"Vera above." Thranduil looked at the forest burned by the flames, the scorched trees, the black smoke covering the sky, the cracked land, as if licking the fiery flames of the trees, "That's the dragon... "

"Your Majesty, go back to the palace first." Galian persuaded.

Selosta set his eyes on the king, touched the armor on his body lightly, his hands were hot, like iron plates roasted under the flames, he quickly took off the armor for the king, and put his still wet coat on Selo Randyll put the temperature on his shoulders, "Ada, let's go."

Thranduil nodded, looked back at the manager, "Galian, take care of the ugly guy, he's injured."

Selosta's eyes fell on the ugly guy again, the gaze was too sharp, it was pressed down like a heavy weight, the ugly guy raised his head and looked at him.

The moment he met his gaze, it seemed like a cold thorn pierced his back, as if it was an arrow that had pierced through him.