Voice of Dragonland

PS: What exactly does Xiao Sai want to do?Was it really his whim to spend so much time making these playful traps?How did Thranduil view all this?

Having said all that, the results may not be announced until the next chapter... The next chapter will be released on Monday, please take it easy...

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The branches and leaves of the huge oak trees stretch out like umbrellas and covers, the air is full of the moist fragrance of vegetation, and there are occasional insects chirping.The bonfire is blazing, the singing of the elves is melodious and crisp, and the ancient ballads are floating in the forest. This singing seems to have magical powers, driving away the gloom and spreading the hope of light.

More and more elves joined in, and the singing gradually became louder and louder, cutting through the sky and the darkness.

But the ugly guy sat alone under the tree far away from the campfire, silent and lonely.

"Hey." Selosta sat down beside him, handing him a glass of wine.The fire light shone on his face. At that moment, the ugly guy thought he saw himself when he was young. He was full of vigor, fearless, tireless and fearless. With a bold light and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, it seemed that Vera had bestowed all blessings on him.

The ugly guy reached out to take the wine glass, raised his head and poured it into his mouth. The hot liquid burned his throat and landed in his stomach, burning his body with heat.

"It's a pleasure, isn't it?" Selosta took a sip of her wine, squinted her eyes, and looked at the burning bonfire.The scorching fire made the surrounding oak trees look darker and deeper.

"What do you mean? Killing?" The ugly guy shook his head. "If possible, I wish I never faced death."

"How is it possible, there are corners that Vera can't see, as long as the night falls, there will always be evil." Selosta snorted, "You are a soldier, and you are the servant of the father, how come you look like a girl who has never seen the world Like."

"Perhaps...it's because I've seen too much killing, too much parting of life and death." The ugly guy played with the cup in his hand. Touching his palm, blushing, "Until I... can never go back to the past."

"Did you find the beauty of war while you were running around the battlefield?" Selosta said, with a flash of almost crazy excitement in his eyes.

"Beautiful?" The ugly guy laughed, and the image of Thranduil holding his wrist firmly, being cut into the shoulder blade by the orc's sword and splashing with blood appeared in his mind. After many years, the blood that fell on his cheek was still bright red , The piercing pain remains the same.There was a ray of sorrow in his eyes, "That is the cruelest thing I have ever seen in my life..."

"That's right, otherwise how could you become like this." Selosta nodded, "I will train harder, and one day, I will come to the battlefield as a king. Seeing the things cursed by the gods on my sword The next one dies. If the sword is sharp enough, it will be a wonderful scene like art."

"You don't know how cruel the real war is." The ugly guy whispered, "Many times, people think they have everything under control, but in fact, that's just an illusion. You never know, fate will end in What appearance appears in front of you, what is plundered, what is bestowed. You have no way to resist, no way to argue, no way to resist, you can only follow its meaning, or die alone, or live miserably..."

"Miserable? No, look at it from another angle, you will find the beauty hidden behind the cruelty, and you will subconsciously want to have more. You will do your best to create your own destiny." Selosta looked up and drank the liquid in the cup , let out a long breath.

"Beautiful?" The ugly guy shook his head, "You haven't seen its hideous appearance, so you won't understand my fear."

"To tell the truth." Selosta stretched out his arm and put it on the ugly guy's shoulder, his smile gradually cooled down, "I thought about following my fate and doing what I was supposed to do, but..."

He leaned very close and pressed against the ugly guy's ear, the scorching gas sprayed into his ear, those clear innocence faded in an instant, the suppressed tone with the vibrato of the devil, humming from the depths of his chest voice, suppressed and surly, "I'm not reconciled!"

The ugly guy's heart skipped a beat, and the ominous premonition weighed heavily on his heart like a cloud, and his breathing was oppressive and stuffy, "What do you want to do?"

"Me?" Selosta let go of her hand, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, "You will leave the jungle after the war, and what I will do has nothing to do with you."

"Yes." The ugly guy nodded, and there was a bit of expectation in his eyes, "I will leave, can you promise me... to accompany him forever, and relieve his worries?"

"Of course." Selosta raised her face, her smile slowly rippling, "That's what I should do."

The ugly guy lowered his head and kept silent. A yellowish leaf rolled down from his head. He stretched out his black palm to catch it, and carefully looked at the finely intertwined meridians. This fallen leaf has withered and its edges are curled and browned , only the nail-sized yellow-green on the stem remains.

As long as tomorrow, this leaf will be completely withered.Thinking like this, he lightly relaxed his hand and watched it slowly fall to his feet, "Please remember your promise."

"Vera, he is my father, how could I abandon him?" Selosta looked at the mountains indifferently, and the peaceful smile returned to his face again, as if the surlyness just now was just the ugly guy's. Illusion, "Let's rest. In the next few days, we will destroy their lairs, sweep away the monsters that slipped through the net, and set up a batch of traps. The task is arduous."

The ugly guy got up and watched the prince leave.The shadow of uneasiness intensified, he frowned, chewing over what Selosta said, but couldn't think of any clues.

The tree trunks behind him were uneven and pierced his spine. A cold, damp smell emanated from the soil. The breeze blew through the treetops, taking away one after another of fallen leaves. They fell lightly and fell between the ugly guy's shoulders and knees. , was pulled by the wind again, and drifted away into the distance.

But in the blink of an eye, the sky turned white, and the guards were ready to go. The ugly guy hurriedly got up, ignoring the dew stained on his clothes, and bowed his head to stand still at the end of the team.

"A group of 30 people is responsible for cleaning up the surrounding spiders and snakes, and every group of five people sets up traps." Selosta looked at the dense forest mountains, with an imperceptible smile floating on the corner of his mouth, "Start to act."

Rather than digging holes, the ugly guy prefers to clean up the spider's nest, but unfortunately he has no right to choose. His Royal Highness in front of him is earnestly holding a shovel to expand and deepen the hole bit by bit, with skillful posture and fast speed.

"Do you really think these are useful?" The ugly guy glanced at the cover made of vines, "The spider's fangs will bite off the vines, even if this trap can catch a few spiders whose foreheads were caught by the door, as for yesterday Huge spider swarms, what is it?"

"The significance of this trap is great." Selosta wiped the sweat from his brow, and looked at the soil under his feet, "You don't even understand."

"I really don't understand." The ugly guy raised his eyes, and there was a flash of vigilance in his eyes. He stepped on the wall of the trap with one hand, supported the edge of the trap with one hand, turned his body in the air, and jumped out of the trap in an instant.

With a flash of sword light, black and red blood splashed into the trap like drizzle.

Selosta didn't look up, and continued to shovel the soil, "Don't be lazy on it, okay?"

"Your Highness!" The ugly guy's voice came from above the trap with a trace of tension.Selosta put down his shovel and drew out his saber. Half of the dark brown snake's body suddenly plunged into the pit. Its mouth could swallow an oak barrel. The scarlet snake core almost touched Selosta's cheek. The sharp teeth shone white, and with just one dive, Selosta could be swallowed into the belly.The snake was silent for a second, then suddenly swooped towards him.

Selosta quickly lowered her body, and the long knife in her hand stood straight, piercing the snake's jaw. The huge snake body couldn't stop its charge and continued to slam forward. When it fell to the ground, the stench of blood splattered everywhere.

Selosta jumped up on the snake's body and landed on the edge of the pit.

The ugly guy stood by the edge of the pit, holding a long sword, like a static sculpture, with snakes scattered under him, a large piece of black and purple blood spread out on the ground, and a strong stench permeated the air.And on the tall fir trees around them, dozens of giant pythons coiled and tangled, the cold-blooded animals' unique cold-blooded eyes stared at them, and from time to time, snake cores flashed away, even if they were dozens of miles apart. Mi, Selostar can still smell the disgusting stench.

"If you are afraid, you can hide in the pit." The ugly guy's voice was still dry and hoarse.

"No, I am very happy to have the opportunity to practice." Selosta moved his wrist, and the long knife threw a string of cold sword flowers at his side, "Want to compete?"

The ugly guy jumped up and swung his sword before the first snake swooped in. The metal cut through the flesh and made a crisp sound, "Click!" Half of the python's jaw fell to the ground with thick black blood. The teeth exposed to the air are far more terrifying than those hidden in the mouth.The snake, which lost half of its jaw, writhed and twisted, scalding hot blood splashing everywhere.

All the pythons raised their upper bodies at the same time, opened their mouths, and made an attacking posture.

"It looks incredible." The ugly guy clenched the long sword in his hand, tensed his muscles, and put on a posture ready to strike at any time.

"Then what are you waiting for?" The prince snorted softly, before the snake shot out, he raised his knife to meet it.

Selosta slashed and slashed with a knife, and his posture of opening and closing was somewhat similar to Thranduil's. Just dealing with a few pythons, he would not be in a panic.

After some fighting, it took a long time, and finally this wave of pythons was wiped out. "Dig it." Selosta didn't mind the stench of snake blood all over her body, and jumped into the pit first, picked up the shovel and continued to deepen the pit.for a whole week,

The trap is almost complete.

Dozens of small traps are scattered here and there, and there is a huge irregular-shaped pit in the center. The pit is covered with branches and spider webs and sprinkled with dry sand, which looks flawless.

"Go back to the underground palace." Selosta curled the corners of his mouth, a gloomy flash of eyes flashed in his eyes, and then looked back, "Let's go."

Soldiers in golden armor lined up neatly on both sides of the long bridge leading to the underground palace. The heavy gate of the underground palace was opened, and a tall figure stood outside the door.He wears a crown and holds a scepter, and is dressed in a silver-gray slim robe. His golden hair shines brightly in the sun, and his eyes gently fall on the team from far to near.

"ADA!" Selosta saw Thranduil's figure from a distance, got off his horse, and ran forward quickly.

"Are you back?" Thranduil smiled, reaching out to take his arm, "How did it work out?"

"It's okay, at least the extermination operation went smoothly, some people were injured, but not seriously." He smiled, the dimples on his cheeks were deep, "I miss you very much."

"It's only been a few days." Thranduil's smile deepened, "I just wanted to praise you for growing up. From this point of view, I'm still too happy."

"Thinking of you has nothing to do with whether you grow up or not. Even if I grow up to your age, I will still miss you." Selosta held her father's arm tightly in her own.

"When you grow up, you will naturally spend your energy on other places." He said gently, "Go and rest first, and I will listen to what you have learned about this business tonight."

"See you later." Selosta stroked her heart, then walked towards her bedroom.

Thranduil's eyes followed the young figure until he disappeared around the corner.

"Mylord." The ugly guy quietly stood beside the king and spoke softly.

"What?" Thranduil responded.

"I picked this up in the mountains..." The ugly guy spread out his dark palm, on which lay a blue-gray carapace the size of a seashell.He stared at it, and the emotions, fear, anger, anxiety, collisions and entanglements in his heart converged into a river, flowing through his heart full of holes, and overflowing his eyes full of vicissitudes.This dragon scale has witnessed all the suffering and torture of the ugly guy, and now it can finally be handed over to the lover he buried in his heart, but can he understand the sorrow and struggle hidden in this dragon scale?

The ugly guy exhaled slowly, sad and desperate.Thranduil will never know about these pasts.

"Oh?" Thranduil reached out to take it, held it up in front of his eyes and looked at it. After a while, his expression changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Dragon scale?"

"I'm not sure what it is," said the ugly man slowly, "I thought you might know something about it."

"Yes, I've seen it." Thranduil sighed softly, with a trace of bitter ripples at the corner of his mouth, "We fought against the evil dragons of the north..." His thumb lightly rubbed the scales, warm to the touch It spread on the fingertips, but it couldn't warm his vicissitudes of memory.

On the fiery battlefield, the ground was scorched by dragon flames, and the orange-red flames spread to the sky, like a huge purgatory, tormenting the souls of the soldiers.

Mythrillas stood by his side with two swords in his hands. Such a soft and gentle woman was not inferior to him in the fierceness of fighting. To this day, he seemed to be able to feel her soft hair. Silk blows on his face, and the gentle and fragrant breath surrounds his side...

The memory came to an abrupt end, and he didn't want to touch the deeper pain again.

"There are quite a few dragon scales like this left on the battlefield, but when the dragon dies, these scales will turn into stone." Thranduil sighed indistinctly, "This dragon scale should come from the one that invaded the dense forest not long ago. dragon."

"Yes." The ugly guy nodded, "Then the only purpose of this scale is to judge whether the dragon is dead or alive?"

"No..." Thranduil pinched the scales, turned to look at him gently, "It has a bigger purpose."

"Oh?" The ugly guy was very curious, but Thranduil just put away the dragon scales, turned and walked towards the study.

The ugly guy silently followed behind Wang, as quiet as usual. "Send the letter to Rivendell and hand it to Elrond." Thranduil stamped the emblem of the jungle on the wax paint, and then handed the letter to Faerun.

"Yse, mylord!" Phelan hurried out with the letter.

Thranduil's blue eyes fell on the copper candlestick on the oak table. The candle stood upright like a pale finger, casting a dim yellow light into the study.

The ugly guy stood by his side, he didn't know how gentle and eager his eyes were, he just stared blankly at Wang Roushun's long hair, transparent ear tips, and chiseled profile.

If he is destined to leave, he is destined not to be able to say that sentence: I am back.Then, he will burn everything about this person into his heart, into his bones and blood.Even if time flies and he forgets his former appearance, he still has to remember his appearance, his voice, and everything about him...

"Is Selostar doing well?" Wang asked without warning.

The ugly guy was taken aback, and hurriedly replied, "His Royal Highness is a qualified warrior. No matter how he deploys troops or judges the situation, he is precise and decisive."

"What do you think..." Thranduil turned his face and looked at him, "What is the purpose of his trip?"

"Uh..." The ugly guy hesitated for a moment, "To improve the actual combat experience, His Highness hopes to have the opportunity to visit the battlefield in person."

Wang stood up, and the olive branch patterns embroidered with gold and silver thread on the large robe shone brightly under the candlelight, like the stars dotting the sky in the dark night, and his smooth face exuded a soft luster like a full moon.

"That child probably wants more than this." He sighed, frowning slightly.

"You think..." The ugly guy thought of those time-consuming traps that didn't help much.

Thranduil didn't speak again, he stood there for a long time, his eyes fell on the bookshelf full of books beside the table with melancholy eyes.

The ugly guy remembered these tomes. During those carefree times, he would often sit on the bench next to the bookshelf and read quietly, while Thranduil was reviewing the documents , draft copywriting.The two didn't communicate much, but the atmosphere was harmonious and warm.

Days like this will never come back...

The ugly guy looked away, lowered his head, and was as quiet as a shadow.