Voice of Dragonland

In the rugged valley, the orc army is dormant in the caves in the cliffs.The torches illuminate the cave like daytime. There is a flat stone platform in the center of the cave, and a huge warg is lying quietly on the side, with gray eyes looking around from time to time, looking lazy and idle.And on the stone platform, there was an orc standing steadily. He was tall and strong, his complexion was blue-gray, and his one-eyed gaze was burning. It was the orc leader Barbert.

"At this juncture?" He suddenly turned his head, his blue-gray face twisted violently, and a violent look rolled out of his scarlet one-eyed.

"Yes." Chuckel lowered his head, his shriveled body trembling slightly, and replied tremblingly, "It seems...it, it..."

"Speak!" Barbert roared, the wolf suddenly raised its head, and the low roar lingered in its throat, the bridge of the nose was wrinkled, the bright red gums were exposed, the long white fangs were outside the canthus, and the gray eyes A scarlet killing intent burst out, as if it could tear Chuckel in front of him to pieces at any time.

"I'm dying..." Chuckel's sweat dripped down, his head hung lower, and his shriveled body trembled more and more.

"How is it possible!" Barbot stepped forward, grabbed Chuckel's skirt, and shot out a strong murderous intent in his one eye, "When did it happen!"

"After we detoured from the dense forest, it became weaker and weaker, and now it can no longer move..." Chuckel promised, "We can only temporarily hide it in the valley, and let you know first."

"Lead the way!" Barbert jumped off the stone platform and mounted a wolf.With a bursting roar, the warg shot out of the cave like an arrow.

"Yes!" Chuckel trotted to the entrance of the cave, mounted a brown warg, ran fiercely, and led the way.

In the mountain depression, a huge giant beast was lying down lifelessly, its body wrapped in fine scales undulated slightly, its eyes under the horny crown were closed, and the surrounding orcs frantically circled around it, but there was still nothing to do. Let it stand up again.

Babot got off the worg, walked to the side of the dragon a few steps, looked at it for a moment, stretched out his hand to gently stroke the warm dragon scales, and felt the weakness of the giant beast.Since he brought it out of Glasgow, the giant beast has never regained its vitality, not to mention the vicious magic that Babot repeatedly cast on it maliciously consumed his physical strength and will, forcing it tame.

Babot's palm was pressed against the mouth of the dragon, and the obscure incantation with ominous notes sounded slowly and lowly, over and over again.Finally, the dragon's body trembled, its closed eyes fluttered, and the aura of sulfur gradually became stronger.There was a sneer at the corner of Barbot's mouth, "Even if I die, I have to wait until the day I step on Middle Earth!"

The orcs shouted one after another, and amidst the muddy shouts, the dragon slowly raised its head, spouting thick smoke from its nose from time to time, and its wide wings trembled, stirring up dust all over the sky.The numb eyes unique to cold-blooded animals fell on Babbert, "Master..."

Babbert looked at it coldly, "I don't have much time."

"But," Chuckel said from behind him, "Palato doesn't look like he's going to fight right away."

"It's really disgusting!" Babbert said angrily, "The whole body is trimmed, and be careful not to reveal your whereabouts!"

"Yes." Chuckel bowed his head.

"There is no news of the orcs' large-scale march." Midrian was dressed in brown suede shorts, with only thin fish scale armor inlaid on his shoulders. He stood quietly beside Thranduil, with his face slightly lowered.There was no one else in the conference hall, and the empty hall was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers and plants. The conference table made of a whole piece of cedar was wiped shiny, and Thranduil's slender figure was reflected on it, and he could be clearly seen The folds of the hem.

"Lorraine and Rivendell are ready to send troops at any time, but...the orc's whereabouts suddenly stopped, and there is no news of the dragon."

"Understood." Thranduil frowned, "Except for the guards, reduce all going out and try to stay in the underground palace."

"Yes, mylord." Midrian saluted, "One more thing..."

"Say." Thranduil frowned slightly, and there was a hint of depression in his voice.

"I just heard from Serofin that Your Highness..." Midrian frowned, his tone hesitant.

"That child got into trouble again?" Thranduil sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness on his brows.

"That's not true." Midrian's tone became more and more hesitant, "Serofin said that His Highness has been keen on practicing swordsmanship and fighting recently..."

"Oh?" Thranduil's brows gradually loosened.

"Of course we are delighted by His Highness's efforts, but he seems to be..."

"What's wrong?"

"He's a little...too attentive." Midrian replied, "almost non-stop, even if he's injured, he won't rest."

Thranduil closed his eyes, for a moment, then raised his eyes, "Probably out of anger for leaving him in the underground palace for my expedition."

"Your Highness's current state is indeed not suitable for fighting." Midrian nodded.

"It's a good thing to have this kind of heart. Tell Serophon to be strict with Selosta on the premise of not getting hurt." Thranduil sat down slowly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "He has also reached the age when he should grow up." gone."

"Yes." Midrian bent down slightly. In fact, he had already told him the truth, but his intuition told him that the king seemed to have something to explain to him. For some reason, the always decisive king hesitated. stand up.

"Midrian." Thranduil pondered for a long time before finally speaking.

"Mylord," Midrian replied.

"Cirilla doesn't have anyone she likes yet, right?" Thranduil's face was a little awkward, he slightly lowered his eyes, and then raised them expectantly.

Midrian's heart sank, and he couldn't help looking up at the king. He was still so graceful, but his originally indifferent brows and eyes were more gentle than expected.

Cirila is Midrian's youngest daughter, about the same age as Selosta, with gentle manners and good conduct.

"You mean..." Midrian's voice was a little dull.

"They are about the same age, and they are considered a good match. If Selosta has a family, maybe he can restrain his temper." Thranduil said gently, "Of course, this is just my idea, and Cirila needs to be willing." good."

"But, right now..." Midrian was a little at a loss.

"The big battle is coming, not the time to talk about this." Thranduil nodded, "I'm just suggesting, you can think about it slowly."

Midrian saluted hurriedly, turned around and took two steps, his steps were heavy as if filled with lead.He finally stopped, and said heavily, "Mylord."

Thranduil quietly watched his back, patiently waiting for him to continue.

"If you were proposing marriage for His Highness Legolas, I might not think about it, and immediately agreed to you with joy..."

Thranduil's eyes turned cold bit by bit, unspeakable sadness flowed down his blood, and the dull pain hit him again, those old wounds were uncovered one by one, revealing their bloody and struggling appearance .

"However, I have no intention of marrying my daughter to His Royal Highness Selosta." Midrian turned his head and looked at his monarch, "before he can become a real warrior."

"Is that so..." Thranduil turned his face away, hiding the sadness and pain that was too late to put away, "Then let's pretend that I never mentioned this matter."

Midrian bowed again, turned around and strode away.

At the corner of the door, Selosta stood quietly, saw the Grand Duke, and nodded slightly

Midrian didn't apologize, he saluted calmly and moved on.

Selosta's eyes moved away from the rattan pattern decorated on the door of the meeting room, and looked desolately at the cold carved ceiling. The dense carvings made him a little dizzy, and gradually, the corners of his eyes became moist.I took extra care of it in my heart, and the things I took care of were shattered, shattered into sharp debris, and he was covered in blood.

After the eyes were filled with tears, those complicated carved flowers became more and more clear. Every gorgeous blooming flower was surrounded by green leaves full of vitality. They cuddled and hugged each other tightly without any suspicion.He slightly bent the corners of his mouth, revealing a sad smile line, the blood all over his body gradually cooled down at this moment, and the cold air that came from nowhere filled his body, freezing his fiery heart.He turned around resolutely and strode towards the training ground.

Dressed in military uniform, Serofen shuttled through the dense forest school grounds. Tens of thousands of soldiers lined up neatly, taking bows, nodding arrows, drawing bows, and aiming in a uniform order amidst the sound of the conch horn of Faerun.Serofin frowned slightly, scanning the queue with almost critical eyes.Since the Battle of Glasgow, he has devoted himself to teaching His Royal Highness Selosta's archery and fighting, and rarely has time to participate in the army exercises. Standing in front of the battle in armor at this moment, he feels a sense of a world away.

A little maid came running from the other side of the school field. Among the golden armors, this little girl in a light green dress looked funny and awkward.

"My lord." She ran all the way to Serophon, "Your Highness, please accompany him to practice sword."

"Now?" Serofen narrowed her eyes, feeling a little restless in her heart. Although His Highness has been diligent in practicing these days, it is obviously not a good time to train children to grow up.

Serofin looked back at the huge army lined up neatly, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.Deploying the army, arranging exercises, and taking care of the army horses, he has too many things to do, and he has no time to take care of Selostar's training requirements.After pondering for a moment, he dragged out a warrior, "You, go practice swordsmanship with His Highness, don't be too serious, you can't hurt His Highness, remember?"

The young warrior bit his lower lip as if facing a formidable enemy, and nodded frequently, then replaced the sword made of pure steel with a wooden sword.

"Your Highness hopes that you will personally..." The little maid looked at the soldiers around her, her voice became lower and lower, and finally she stopped talking, just sighed and ran towards the training ground.

A moment later, the armor was damaged, the clothes were incomplete, and the bloodstained soldier ran back staggeringly, "My lord... Your Highness..."

Serophon was startled, "Being defeated by His Highness?"

"If you try your best, you are no match for His Highness..." The soldier bent over and panted, "I was kicked out by Your Highness."

A wind blew above the school grounds, smoke and dust blew from the ground, and soon reached the waist, and the dim yellow dust swirled towards Serofen's body.He let out a deep breath, "Ferren."

Hearing the sound, Fei Lun immediately ran forward, "My lord."

"Here I leave it to you, I'll go and see His Highness." Serofen patted Fei Lun on the shoulder, turned and walked towards the underground palace.

In the training room, Selosta, dressed in a light brown bunt, bent his bow and took an arrow. The recurve bow was rising like a full moon in his hand, and the two fingers holding the arrow feathers were loosened. The feathered arrow went straight forward and firmly hit the target. In the center, nail it into the center.

Serophon stood at the door and watched quietly.

Selosta unhurriedly took out two feathered arrows from the arrow basket, and put them on the bow at the same time, his glass-like eyes narrowed slightly, the bowstring trembled, and the two swords plunged into the bull's-eye at the same time, and the arrow tails trembled slightly , actually deeper than before.

It's not pure progress, it's leaps and bounds.

Serophon casually took a long sword from the weapon rack, and slashed straight at Selosta.

The low sound of metal cutting through the air sounded from behind Selosta, and he turned around abruptly, taking advantage of the opportunity to parry the sword with the recurve bow in his hand, his dodging posture was calm and smooth.Although Serofen didn't use all his strength, he admitted that His Highness in front of him had indeed made rapid progress.

Selosta put down her bow and arrow, took down a long sword from the weapon rack, opened her posture, and waited for Serophon's second attack.

The long sword turned into a sword flower in Serophon's hand, a bright silver bloomed beside him, and then rushed towards Selosta.Jian Guang was icy cold and went straight to the throat.

Selosta squinted his eyes, accurately judging the trajectory and final landing point of the sword tip, and quickly blocked it with the blade in his hand. The strength of the bully followed the blade all the way to the hilt, and the tiger's mouth was shaking with pain. The prince gritted his teeth, firmly grasped the hilt of the sword, and stubbornly pushed the sword back with brute force.

"Wrong!" Serofen said in a low voice, "withdraw the sword, dodge, and attack down the road!" Selosta raised her brows, slanted the sword in her hand, aimed at Serofen's arm and slashed.

Swords and swords, the clanging sound of metal collisions can be heard endlessly, and Serofen's deep voice is mixed in, "Hold your breath, you can increase your pace, speed! Pay attention to the angle of swinging the sword! Very good! Don't relax! Use your waist to drive your arm strength! Very good!  … ..."

It is indeed different.

Serophon thought happily.It was just a slight flash, the wrist was picked up by the point of the prince's sword, and a long bloody mouth stretched from the wrist to the elbow.

"Teacher!" Selosta withdrew her sword, but was cut off by Serofen's shoulder guard.

"On the battlefield, even if you are hurt, you can't back down!" Serofen looked as usual, and the sword in his hand was still as fast as lightning.

Selosta retracted her jaw and increased her speed.The metal hit and collided, sparks flew, and the two were immersed in the shadow of swords and swords, fighting heartily.