Voice of Dragonland

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Thranduil walked slowly towards the dormitory, his internal organs were like a small fire, burning hot pain, he tried his best to suppress it, and walked very calmly step by step, but on the smooth marble floor he walked on, there was a string of fishy smell left behind. Red water light.

The short [-]-meter long corridor actually exhausted his physical strength. Seeing the dormitory in front of him, his steps gradually became vain, and his breathing became chaotic.Thranduil closed his eyes, and lightly recited the ancient incantation. The elf's healing light faintly surrounded his body, and the burning sensation gradually subsided, but he could still feel the vicious witch spell, which was dormant in his body. Inside his body, there was a nameless viciousness, ready to come out.

Thranduil stabilized his mind, slowed down his breathing, and ordered the maids in the bedroom to step back and close the door.

Incense was burning in the dormitory, and a few bunches of foxtail lilies decorated the table, mixed with the smell of the incense, it smelled a bit fresh and sweet, and after Thranduil stepped into the dormitory, the sweetness was mixed with a touch of blood gas.

He fell down on the armchair, the handkerchief in his palm was already soaked in blood.The evil spirit in the body was rampant, and the faint pain gathered deep in the internal organs.Panting, he raised his eyes and looked at the teacup on the coffee table.The remaining tea in the cup has been washed, but the strong scent of flowers and plants still remains on the rim of the cup.

"Selosta..." He shook his head slightly, unable to believe his own judgment, unable to believe that this cruel witchcraft came from his beloved son.

On the wall are hanging paintings of dried flowers made by Selosta himself, inlaid with silver borders, and juxtaposed with the paintings of famous painters, freezing the warmth of the past. The scent of the gentle sunshine of the year.

And the child's appearance when he was young is vivid, such a soft body, such a lovely face, such pure eyes...

In a flash, the severe pain like burning in the internal organs struck again, more fierce than before.He clenched his teeth, concentrating on suppressing the evil erosion, but the blood still scrambled to overflow from his lips, dripping on the carpet, and the fine fabric absorbed the scarlet liquid, swiftly and greedily.The pain was like hands, he rubbed his internal organs vigorously, beads of sweat gradually ooze from his forehead, his breathing became heavier, his straight back slumped, his proud head drooped, the terrible pain overwhelmed the resolute king, and the god of death brought decay The dank breath cast a shadow of nothingness on his side.

The door of the dormitory opened and then closed tightly.

"ADA..."

"Tell me..." Thranduil pinched the wrist of the visitor, his sleeves were stained red with blood, "this is just a prank..."

Selosta stared at him lightly, reaching out to wipe away the blood overflowing from his mouth, indifferent to the disappointment and sadness in his eyes.His hands fell on the king's shoulders, resting on his wine-red velvet robe, feeling a faint coldness under the thick material, "No, this is not a prank, you are going to die, ADA." Serendi The faint hope in Er's heart was shattered. He looked at Selosta suspiciously, watching his facial features suddenly tense, solidified, hardened like pig iron.It felt like seeing a docile rabbit suddenly grow fangs and stare ferociously at the raw meat.

"Sylostat..." Thranduil looked at him as if he didn't know him, at the child who had been held in his palm and cared for a hundred years, at the child who stuck to him and said that he would accompany him forever, at this The child who gave him hope and comfort, the lines at the corners of his mouth were bitter and deep, "Why?"

"You don't have to understand." Selosta gently straightened his hair, wiped away the blood remaining on his cheek, and told him the cruelest truth in the most gentle tone, "The Grand Duke and the teacher will follow your Steps, back to the temple of Mandos with you, back under the wings of the gods, that's all I've done. Now, tell me, do you hate me?"

"You!" Thranduil suddenly opened his eyes wide, and suddenly stood up from the chair, his gray complexion became darker and darker, the violent wind and rain surged in his eyes, and the rage in his heart boiled and collided.The pain that was forcibly suppressed was suddenly fierce, and the sweat on his forehead slid down and fell into his eyes, causing a stinging pain.He coughed violently, and a morbid flush appeared on his dull face.He should be furious, he should deal with this disobedient bastard well, he should be expelled from the jungle forever, let him experience hardships, let him know the pain, let him know repentance.

But he had to admit that he was surprised, confused, angry, disappointed, helpless, sad, but he didn't hate. He lowered his eyes and shook his head laboriously, "Reason?"

"They're too much in the way." The corners of Selosta's mouth curled up in a wild smile.

"What exactly do you want..." He slumped back to the armchair, his voice was cold and hoarse, full of helpless sadness.His life was forcibly overdrawn, the speed was like rushing water, and he could never recover.

"A status that no one can criticize, a height that no one can refute." Selosta's eyes flickered, like glass washed by water, unusually bright, refracting a strange light.This light is undoubtedly morbid, crazy, and destroys everything.Every word of his is suppressed violent, hovering in the air with evil wings, so that all the gods in the Zhou Dynasty will hear it!

Thranduil withdrew his gaze and sighed softly, with a faint sadness on his face, like a rusty sword edge, the dull rust buried the sharpness, and in the end only helpless silence remained.

"I'm about to succeed. It's a pity that you can't see me stepping on the throne." His eyes suddenly flashed a strange light gray, and he returned to his original state in a short time, but the evil spirit was faintly revealed. , lingering.

"These...will belong to you after all...as long as you grow up, as long as you are...competent..." Thranduil shook his head heavily, this is why Cylosta killed Midrian and Serophane!His anger fell powerlessly, smashing his body to pieces.The long-standing laissez-faire has finally borne evil results, and he no longer has time to correct him, point him out, and help him...

"You are wrong, I have grown up, but you turned a blind eye." Selosta curled up the corners of his mouth, with a tremor in his voice, he lifted Thranduil's jaw and let him look directly at him, "I am about to take away Your life, your faithful subjects, your country, everything you hold dear...don't you hate me?"

life?Courtier?home country?He tried his best for this, missed everything for this, and was in pain for this, but he had to straighten his back and face it proudly.Although he was unwilling to be angry, even though it was absurd, he could finally let go of all this and return to peace.Thranduil suddenly smiled, and a trace of sadness bloomed at the corner of his mouth, like a flower blooming from exhaustion of life, gorgeous and desperate.

"The moment you left me... I should have died..."

Thranduil stared blankly at his cheek, as if he had returned to Glasgow, back to the edge of the cliff, Legolas' sad eyes overlapped with Cylosta's despairing eyes at this moment.The pain fell into Thranduil's eyes like a cone, and the heavy sadness seemed to have life, floating and flowing in his eyes.He took Selosta's hand and squeezed it tightly, "If... do it all over again... I will never... let you stay there alone..."

"No!" The tears hanging from Selosta's eyes fell and fell on Thranduil's ashen cheeks, his composure finally fell apart, and there was nowhere to hide his venomous anger, "I'm not Legolas !His past has nothing to do with me!"

"It's not important..." Thranduil raised his hand and touched his cheek lightly, the hot blood dyed the white and flawless skin, and his eyes were so gentle and tolerant, "The important thing is...you Came...and didn't...go away from me..."

"ADA..." Cylosta showed a fragile smile, letting the tears slide down her cheeks slowly, leaving winding footprints, "You have always loved, not me, but Legolas..."

"Of course I love you..." His cold fingertips rested on his cheek, "It's not contradictory..."

"But I don't want to live in his shadow! I don't want you to look at me and think about him and his past! I never knew about reincarnation, and I didn't think I had anything to do with him! I have My own soul! I am Selosta, and you have never truly loved Selosta from the beginning to the end!" Selosta's eyes were bloodshot, her face was distorted, and tears fell on Thranduil's face. cheek.

"I'm sorry..." Thranduil's eyes were misty, "I... can't forget Legolas... but... whether you believe it or not... Cylosta... also My...loved child...if my death...can make you grow...then...as you wish..." He showed a smile, as gentle and loving as usual.He gave up his own resistance, allowing the scorching heat in his body to spread, burning and eroding himself, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.The heat in his body gradually faded away, and the chill flowed from the limbs to the heart along the blood vessels.

"I never expected it like this...you are not my father..." Selosta swallowed her tears and slowly calmed down, "I forgive your deceit...and you, will you forgive me for everything ?"

"Sylosta..." He opened his mouth with difficulty, the internal pain and burning gradually faded, replaced by a strong sense of numbness, his breathing became heavier, his thinking gradually became blurred, his heartbeat exploded in his mind like a drum, shaking His mind was dizzy, more blood poured out of his mouth, staining his clothes and his hands red, "It's a pity...I can't...accompany you...to go farther...the dense forest...subjects...can only... …give it to you……"

Selosta stared blankly at her hands covered in hot blood. The thick blood pierced the unwilling anger and morbid persistence, reaching the softest corner of her heart.What did he do?He wants to take his life?This is what he wants? "I……"

"I've always...not a...qualified father..." Thranduil smiled helplessly, he was tired and weak, his muscles were flaccid and weak, every breath was heavy as if he had gone through a protracted Fighting, "I didn't...teach you well...urge you...to be...excellent...king of a country..."^

"No..." Selosta trembled slightly, "You are the best father in the world...but this is not what I want..."

"I forgive you..." Thranduil's voice weakened, the numbness spread to his heart and lungs, his breathing and heartbeat became slower and slower, and the faint sadness appeared on his face again, but looking deeply, it may not be There is no lightness of relief, "Chen Xi... treat our subjects well...you have to... learn...to take...responsibility..."

Selosta held his palm tightly, and Thranduil's gaze towards him gradually lost its spirit, the twinkling stars in his eyes dimmed, and the dark blue fluctuating like the sea gradually became still, gradually covered with a haze... …

"ADA..." It's indescribable that kind of pain, like a sharp knife piercing through the body, like molten iron boiling the heart, like the universe collapsing and falling, like the world overturning and destroying, every beat of the heart spreads this deep pain to the bones and blood of the whole body, as if the whole body It was all wounds, bleeding everywhere.When had he ever suffered such cruel pain?Huge sorrow surged from his chest, they strangled, tore, and slaughtered his fragile heart.

At this moment, he was sincerely repenting and knew how expensive his selfishness would be.He trembled and bent down, his cold lips pressed against Thranduil's smooth forehead.

The sky above the dense forest was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and black clouds came from nowhere to cover the sky, and there were lightning flashes from time to time, and the place where the sky and the earth meet shone red, and thick black shadows enveloped the entire dense forest. With sobs, he wandered for a long time in the dense forest.

"Your Majesty, how is your body? The blood at the door..." Gallian, who got the news from the ugly guy, hurriedly pushed the door and entered, stunned.

His Highness knelt on one knee in front of the armchair, his shoulders were trembling, while his king leaned against the armchair, his eyes lost their luster, and stared blankly at the front of nothingness.

Galian staggered forward, the spirit king's aura disappeared, leaving only a heavy body, watching him quietly.

"Your Majesty..." The world was spinning, the loyal housekeeper's mind was gray and white, and the black mist was smudged like ink. He heard his body fall to the ground and make a dull sound.His thoughts were instantly extinguished, and the thick and warm darkness engulfed him.

The ugly guy was wandering in the long corridor outside the dormitory, the sound of his heartbeat roaring in his head, panic was like boiling spring water, and he couldn't stop rolling in his heart. He looked at the dormitory helplessly, expecting to see Galian's figure, expecting to hear All is well with him.

There was a muffled thunder, and the ugly guy raised his head. On the top of the dome, black clouds could be vaguely seen rolling over. The sound of the wind was everywhere, and the dazzling lightning was like a sharp sword in the hands of an ancient god. anger.

"This is..." The uneasiness in his heart intensified, the ugly guy looked at the bedroom again, gritted his teeth and forced his way.

The door of the dormitory was opened, and blood stains could be faintly seen on the dark blue carpet. The ugly guy raised his eyes inch by inch, his eyes skipped over Gallian lying on the ground, and Selosta, who was kneeling on one knee, and fell on the king.

Thranduil opened his eyes, they were the eyes of the ghost in the nightmare, pale and dead silent.His gaze passed through his body and turned to an unknown place.

The ugly guy took a few steps forward, his legs and feet were weak, "Mylord..." He lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing the king's meditation, "Mylord?"

Wang was still looking in the direction of the door, the anticipation in his eyes and the smile at the corner of his mouth were frozen, stiff and dead, without the tension of life.

"No..." His soft legs could no longer support his heavy body, he fell to his knees involuntarily, struggled hard, and crawled forward with all fours.

The carpet touched by his palm was slippery and sticky, he raised his hand in a daze, the blood on his palm had already lost its temperature, and was cold into his bone marrow.

The scarlet color, the pungent blood, and the bone-piercing cold all reminded him that everything was real.

The loss is real, the pain in the chest is real, the hopelessness is real.

His dark body trembled, and the chill from the bottom of his heart surrounded him, froze his blood, and froze his thinking.

All his strength was drained, he could no longer move forward, he could only hear his throat gurgling and his teeth clinking constantly.With difficulty, he moved his gaze away from the palm of his hand, and looked up at the person on the armchair.

That was the only persistence he struggled with all his strength from the arms of the god of death, that was the only persistence that he was thinking about, and that was the only belief that he could not forget even if he burned himself to death... His world, his god , the master of his soul, just collapsed and turned into ashes.

"No..." He shook his head feebly, his dry eye sockets were like withered wells, without a trace of luster.

He tore the carpet tightly with his fingers, and approached Thranduil with all his strength, his body was heavy and uncontrollable, a blinding white light flooded his mind, his five sense organs were useless, and he could only feel his own dull breathing The sound, and the dull pain that tore the heart and lungs.

"No..." He finally raised his upper body, but he fell heavily forward and hit Thranduil's knee.Wang leaned slightly and fell on the armrest of the armchair. The blood in his mouth overflowed again, drop by drop, hitting the ugly guy's forehead.

The ugly guy fell clumsily under Thranduil's knees, he felt that he was already dead or about to die, what's the difference?In his world, there is no more ray of light, no more hope.

"Ah-----" The beast-like roar exploded from his chest, coiled and crashed in the bedroom, and then stopped abruptly.

The utter despair spread to every square inch of his body and soul.He squinted his eyes and stared at Wang Qing's gray face until the corners of his eyes were cracked, and the blood beads slowly rolled down, brushed his face, and landed on the carpet, hissing, like a burning flame...

A low sob sounded, the pain was like a moan of dying, the tears had already flowed dry, followed by blood.