Voice of Dragonland

PS: Cylostar's conspiracy gradually surfaced, Midrian and Serophon fell into the trap, and Thranduil also suffered from it.What does Selostar want?Please continue your journey to Longyu...

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The blue velvet curtains dragged on the ground, and they were rippled by the wind from time to time. The faint fragrance of flowers could be heard faintly. A few candles stood on the copper carved candlesticks. Something ominous is hiding in the shadows, poking its head into this little patch of light.

"Have you got the thing?" One white hand rested lightly on the armrest of the chair, and the other hand pressed the heavy ancient book between the knees, and the young voice rang out with a surly determination.

The captain of the guard knelt on one knee and lifted the box in his hand above his head, "Yes."

The person on the chair got up slowly, put the book on the coffee table, took the box and opened it for a glance, raised his eyebrows, stared at the contents of the box gloomyly with eyes shrouded in black shadows, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was full of With a touch of bitter cruelty, "Very well, everything is going according to plan."

The book turned again strangely, making a slight rustling sound, and finally stopped at a page.It was still a picture outlined by a few lines, and the strange smoke filled the air, and several humanoid creatures fell to the ground in the smoke.

"Yes, Your Highness." The captain of the guard lowered his head with a firm tone.

The study room is brightly lit by candlelight, and the branches and stripes on the large wooden carved window are delicate and stretched. Through the gaps of the tree shadows outside the window, one can see the dark blue velvet night sky and the twinkling stars on it.Thranduil was sitting on a carved wooden chair in front of the window, reviewing documents by candlelight.

He carefully read the latest financial report of the dense forest. Due to the constant preparation for war, the financial consumption has increased suddenly, and the necessary expenditure has also gradually increased.Wang frowned, making some comments on the document from time to time.The ugly guy dutifully stood behind him, quiet and reliable.

"ADA." The door was gently pushed open, and Selosta handed Thranduil a cup of tea, "Have a cup of tea, it's late at night."

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Thranduil took the tea, his eyes fell gently on Selosta's face.

"My guards have just returned." Selosta's voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing the gods resting in the night, "I'm waiting for them."

"Oh, how's it going?"

"The number of monsters on the mountain range has been greatly reduced, and there are many dead spiders and pythons in the trap that need to be cleaned up. Maybe I will go there again soon." Selosta sat opposite the king, with a humble tone, "ADA, what are you doing?" When I'm free, I want to practice swordsmanship with you."

"I try to spare time." Thranduil took a sip from his teacup, frowned slightly, and turned to look at the light brown transparent liquid in the cup, the lines at the corners of his mouth tightened, "What is this?"

"Isn't it very fragrant?" Selosta laughed. He had a pure and thick smile like honey, and every inch and every inch of his stretched and gentle face shone like the sun shining through the barren land, bringing desired temperature.

"Well, lily of the valley, peppermint, stevia, rosemary... what else?" Thranduil lowered his eyes, with a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth, and turned to look at his prince.

"Sage, sunflower, and... the secret." Selosta smiled mischievously, "Do you like the smell?"

"That's right." Thranduil took a few sips, then flipped through the document, "You should rest first, I will take a long time to finish reading this."

"I'll accompany you." Selosta took a stack of documents that Thranduil had reviewed and looked through them carefully, "Ugly guy, go down and rest."

The ugly guy withdrew his gaze from the teacup, he remembered that Wang didn't like such strong-smelling tea.But now, his previous cognition has been subverted by Cylosta, and Thranduil has changed quietly, like a flower bud bursting out after the rain, you will never guess what kind of fruit it will bear.

He lowered his head slightly to suppress the sadness in his heart, and left under Wang's signal.

"ADA, if we suspend the construction of the palace, stop the extravagant supply of nobles including the royal family, and reduce the expenditure on food and clothing, it will be a lot of money, but I do not recommend reducing the supply of soldiers, all the expenses of the frontline soldiers need to be guaranteed , especially for the family members who lost their loved ones due to the war, this part of the funds needs to be set aside..."

Thranduil couldn't help but stop and look at the serious child, "Finally he looks like a prince."

"Really?" He stretched out, his eyes sparkling, "but these ADAs have already been thought of..."

He flipped through Wang's annotations, bit his lower lip lightly, "ADA, am I... too lazy to study?"

"It's never too late to learn." Thranduil smiled faintly, and continued to bury his head in the documents.

"Tomorrow I will also look at the ADA approval. I will also make you some tea."

"Hmm." Thranduil responded casually, and continued to read the document.

After a few days.

Midrian was flipping through the official documents drafted by the king recently, calculating the balance after the reduction of the royal family's expenses. He was startled by the noisy footsteps outside the door, raised his head, and looked outside the door in bewilderment.

"What's the matter?" Midrian put down the official document in his hand, and frowned at His Highness the Prince.

"My trap seems to have caught something strange." Selosta tried her best to calm down, but there was still a hint of panic in her eyes.

"Strange? How strange?"

"Black mist...the trap is covered with black mist, we can't see what we caught, and we dare not open the trap rashly..." Selosta lowered her head a little ashamedly, "I originally wanted to tell my father, But he is receiving an envoy from Rivendell."

"Yes, the meeting will last for several hours." Midrian stretched out his hand and picked up the saber hanging by his waist, then turned his head and told the attendants beside him, "Please Lord Serophin lead a team of people to wait for me in the open space in front of the underground palace. immediately."

The servant quickly ran out of the study.

Selosta looked at the Grand Duke with blue eyes, "I will lead the way."

"Just stay in the underground palace."

"No, I made most of the traps in the fir forest, and I want to go with you." Selosta's eyes were very determined.

Midrian pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."

Selosta rode her horse with her back straight, leading the way.After that came the escort of dozens of people, and behind them came the soldiers brought by Serophon.Along the way, only the sound of horseshoes hitting the ground was heard, and the green grass leaves were lifted up by the horseshoes, and fell gracefully, like a light green snowfall, the closer to the fir forest, the rarer the light snow, gradually Disappeared.

Serophon approached Midrian, "Grand Duke, is your Highness's words reliable?"

"You are his teacher, what do you think?" Midrian squinted at Serofen, with resentment in his eyes.

"I'm just instructing His Highness in swordsmanship and fighting. Speaking of which, you are His Highness's teacher!" Serofen hurriedly disregarded the responsibility.

"Your Highness will no longer be my student when you become an adult." Midrian sighed, "Your Majesty has always been concerned about my provocation of His Highness Legolas' existence to His Highness Selosta."

"If you hadn't said this, His Highness wouldn't know how stubborn he would be?" Serofen shook his head, "Your Majesty loves His Highness too much."

"Don't criticize Your Majesty behind your back." Midrian glared at Serofen, "Nothing can cover His Majesty's eyes of wisdom. There is nothing he doesn't know about these things, only he doesn't want to know."

"You are right." Serophine nodded. "He is the King of the Jungle."

The fir forest was dark and obscure, even on a clear day it was difficult to see the sun, the road in front of them was gray, and everyone walked very slowly, killing spiders and snakes that popped out from time to time.Not long ago, Selostar was wiped out on a large scale, and there were not many monsters entrenched here at this time.A group of people came to the trap smoothly.

"That's right there." Selosta pointed forward, with a slightly uneasy tone, "^I've never seen anything like this in the jungle."

Serofen looked in the direction His Highness was pointing at, and sure enough there was faint black smoke rising and rolling not far away.

"I'll go and have a look." Serofen squeezed the saber at her waist, and moved forward with lowered eyebrows.

"Wait a minute." Midrian held his wrist, "I'll go with you." The two of them and Selosta determined the location of the traps around them, and then outflanked them to both sides.

Black smoke curled out along the vine cover, exuding a unique smell. This smell was not pleasant, like a gloomy hint from the rotten soil, and it seemed that screaming monsters would breed at any time.

There seemed to be some huge beast writhing and struggling under the trap. The closer you got, the more you could feel the slight tremor of the ground under your feet.The two drew their swords and approached carefully.

"What's this?" Serophin pointed his head towards the cover of the vine and looked in, "It seems to be a big thing."

"Octopus?" Midrian frowned. "I see something like tentacles."

The two of them were startled, and that painful memory came back to their hearts again. The dark valley was full of rotten monsters, soaked in desperate searches... Cold sweat rolled down their backs, and they raised their heads at the same time, with ominous fear in their tone, "Luo Sa?"

"Impossible! How could this kind of thing appear here!" Midrian straightened up abruptly, "We must inform His Majesty as soon as possible..."

A strange dizziness struck, and the Serophon in front of me turned into two, up and down, left and right, with chest tightness and loud buzzing in the ears, the sword in his hand was as heavy as a rock, and finally dropped to the ground .

"Grand Duke..." Serofin was surprised to find that Midrian had grown a second head. He shook his head to try to see clearly, but found that his mind was extremely dizzy, and his shoulder was pressed like an iron block.He tried his best to stay awake, turned his head with difficulty, and shouted with the loudest voice he could, "Your Highness...dangerous...quick...go..."

The two staggered a few steps and fell to the ground. "No, save the Grand Duke and the teacher!" Selosta was startled, calling for the soldiers loudly.

The soldiers stepped forward to help the two of them up, and they were about to evacuate when the ground suddenly collapsed, and all the surrounding soldiers who followed the Grand Duke and Serophon fell into the trap.A burst of thick black smoke and dust rose up, and the rancid smell diffused.

Before everyone could climb out, a huge vine cover fell from the sky and tightly covered the trap. The soldiers inside the trap struggled for a moment, and gradually lost consciousness under the cover of black mist.

And Selostar and his guards stood firmly on the flat ground away from the trap.He put away his panicked expression, straightened his back, the childlike childishness and clarity evaporated between Xumi, his eyes seemed to be shrouded in black mist, and the azure blue eyes revealed a little cold light , looking indifferently at the silent trap, "Bring the things."

Several guards pulled up the vines hidden behind the fir trees from a distance, and the huge cover slowly opened. The captain of the guard took out a wet towel to cover his mouth and nose, jumped into the pit, ran out after a while, and handed the soldier talisman in his hand to Selosta.

Selosta stroked the mithril soldier talisman in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were drawn into a straight line, "Leave half of the staff here to guard this place to prevent monsters from approaching. Also, don't let the phantom smoke go away."

"Yes, Your Highness." The captain of the guard stroked his heart with a firm and obedient expression.

Selosta turned around and took out a small pitch-black ball from his pocket, inside the ball was a gray substance like cotton wool floating and tangled.He took a deep breath, and there was a gleam in his eyes.Thranduil's gentle appearance jumped out of his mind. At that moment, he almost threw away everything, obeyed the call of fate, hid under Thranduil's wings, and became a mediocre prince and a numb substitute with peace of mind. , never think about other possibilities...

A sad smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, it was already too late.When he created this cursed fruit of evil and steeped it in Thranduil's tea, there was no turning back.The fingers tightened, the black ball split open in the palm, the fine grains of sand spread out from the gap between the fingers, and flew mistyly into the sky...

Selosta closed her eyes, there seemed to be water shining in the corners of her eyes, there seemed to be an elegy singing in her chest, and there seemed to be a pure dream shattering in her heart.The wailing from the depths of hell sounded in his ears, and the laughter of demons came from the shadows of trees, from the crevices of stones, and from every corner that did not see the sun. They screamed loudly and stretched out their black fingers like dead branches, Gently stroked his face.The tears in the corners of the eyes disappeared, a trace of light ink spread and grew along the blood vessels, and the pure face was gradually covered with fine black lines like leaf veins, which disappeared in an instant.

At this point, there is no redemption.

Thranduil handed the dragon scale to Rivendell's messenger, "Say hello to Elrond and Glorfindel for me. May the glory of the Valar bless Rivendell forever."

"May Vera's blessings be with you." The envoy saluted, respectfully put the dragon scales into the oak box, bid farewell to the Elf King again, and then left.

The smile on the corner of Thranduil's mouth hadn't faded yet, but he suddenly felt stuffy in his heart.The pain started from the heart and lungs, and gradually connected to a few points, woven into a net, enveloping his internal organs and slowly pulling them together.Sweat trickles down my spine,

Throat itchy.

"Ahem..." He covered his mouth and coughed lightly, and spread his palms, only to see that the palms were bright red.

"Mylord!" The ugly guy was startled, and grabbed Thranduil's wrist, "What's wrong with you?"

Thranduil withdrew his hand, wiped off the blood with a handkerchief, his expression was calm, like a pool of water that had never been blown by the wind, "It's all right."

"What is corroding your body?" The ugly guy insisted, kneeling in front of Thranduil, "Please call the medical officer to treat you immediately."

"No need." Thranduil stood up, the gorgeous wine-red robe did not make his complexion more rosy, on the contrary, his porcelain-like cheeks had a wisp of blue gray, looking haggard and weak.

"Your Majesty!" The ugly guy couldn't believe it, the disease came so suddenly, without warning, and so fierce, "Why?"

Thranduil lowered his eyes, "Go down."

"You..." The ugly guy looked at him with tears in his eyes.Many unspeakable concerns weighed on his heart, and he couldn't breathe heavily. He restrained his urge to hold Wang's arm again, and restrained himself from roaring to express the suppressed excitement in his heart.Helpless sorrow entangled him, and he was so anxious that he had no objection or even a position to speak out, so he had to follow the king's order and leave with his head bowed.With his nails embedded in his palm, he couldn't help but look back at the tall figure.

Next to the throne, the crimson smear stood alone, still tall and inviolable, still indifferent and see through the vicissitudes of life, "ADA" was stuck in the throat, and swallowed little by little with the blood in his chest, the ugly guy turned his head and took a step One step away from the throne, no one can see the blood and tears flowing under his feet, and no one knows the pain and wounds in his heart...

"Gallian..." The ugly guy found that life-saving straw in his confusion.