Voice of Dragonland

PS: Pre-warning of abuse~ It is stated here in advance that the prince’s hand is fine, fine, fine, it will not change Yang Guo will not change Yang Guo will not change Yang Guo~ this is just a story just a story just a story~~

This is a HE story HE story HE story~~

Has the psychological construction been done?Then I started~~~~

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An orc ran past, raised his knife maliciously, and slashed straight at Thranduil.

Thranduil drew out his long knife to resist, and when he relaxed, he was dragged by the tentacles towards the edge of the canyon.He had no choice but to stab the long knife into the ground again, barely able to stabilize the momentum of being forced to move forward.The orc's knife fell, and he had no choice but to turn sideways to avoid it. The sharp blade cut through the armor on his shoulder and penetrated deep into the flesh. The blood bloomed instantly, and the wound turned from cold to hot. After the initial numbness, there was a sharp sting, as if The knife hit his eyes, and his eyes turned black from the pain. He gritted his teeth and endured it, not daring to let go of Legolas' hand!

"ADA! Let go!!" The knife seemed to be chopped into Legolas' heart, and he couldn't breathe in pain, but it was too late and there was no way to stop him. He cried out in despair, staring at Thranduil because of the pain. And slightly pale face.

The orc drew back the knife, bringing up a cloud of blood, he grinned grinningly, raised the knife high above his head, and slashed down hard!

A tentacle quickly rolled up his waist and lifted him into the air. The orc's ugly face and final wailing instantly disappeared in the thick fog.

Before the two of them could breathe a sigh of relief, the tentacle holding onto Legolas' ankle seemed to lose its patience. It exerted force suddenly, throwing them high with Thranduil, and dragging them into the abyss of the canyon.

Legolas held Thranduil's wrist, tried to stabilize his center of gravity, and quickly thought of countermeasures.But at this moment, no matter how good the strategy is, it will not help.The two were controlled by this force and fell quickly.

"Keng!" Thranduil stabbed horizontally into the cliff with his long knife, stepped on the slightly raised rock of the cliff, stopped the two of them from falling, and hung dangerously on the edge of the cliff.

They are not alone, countless orcs rushed here and jumped down.From time to time, sand and soil weapons fell on the sides of the two, making the two who had barely stabilized their bodies even more dangerous.

Legolas' ankle was pulled by a huge force, and his whole body was stretched straight. He tried to break free, but in the middle of such a huge force, he couldn't even move his body!

There was warm rain falling on the top of his head. He raised his face and looked up. One drop, two drops, gradually, the rain became heavier, and it hit his cheek.

He was trembling, the warm rain was bright red, falling from his father's shoulders, pattering, endlessly.And he was looking down at him, with anxiety and anger in his eyes that he had never seen before.

"Let go..." He twitched his lips, blood fell into his mouth, a piece of bitterness and sweetness spread, the pain started from a point in the heart, densely covered the whole body, "Let go!!!"

Thranduil lowered his face and tried his best to support the two of them so that they would not be dragged down the valley. The huge downward force tore the wound apart, and the bones were deep enough to see the blood flowing profusely. His expression was ferocious and angry, " How can it be!"

Tears welled up in Legolas' eyes, "Let go... I'll come back alive from the bottom of the valley."

Thranduil gritted his teeth and told Legolas with his eyes that he would never let go.

"ADA...if I knew...the outcome of the matter is like this, I will never quarrel with you willfully, and I will not leave the jungle alone..." There is so much pain and sorrow in his eyes, as pure as the sky His eyes were covered with gray haze, and a decisive cold light flashed across them.

"It's...not too late..." Thranduil gritted his teeth, gripping the handle of the knife tightly, but the tough saber gradually loosened under the heavy pressure, and the two of them slid down a little again, With force on his wrist, he stabbed the knife a few points into the cliff.

"ADA..." He shook his head, tears finally rolled down his cheeks, "I love you... deeply... love you... this love makes me unable to smile in the sun, unable to face your indifference, this It's the reason I left, and the source of all these disasters... You don't know how much I hate these shady thoughts... You don't know... How I long for you to hold my hand like this... "He let go of the hand that clasped his father's wrist, and his body slid down in an instant.

"Lau! (No)" Thranduil gripped his palm vigorously, leaving blue finger marks on the back of his hand!

"It's not in this way..." He shook his head, tears rolling down his eyes, "Just let me protect you once, and put an end to this love..."

"Legolas!!" Thranduil's indifference and composure were completely shattered. He gasped and looked at his son in panic. It wasn't because of his sudden confession, but because of the dagger that suddenly appeared in his hand. !

"Ada, I'm so happy to see you leaving... Lemelon (I love you)..." Legolas stared at Thranduil's face, smiling slightly, he was stained with blood and tears The wet face smiled innocently like when he was a child.

"Lau! Daroi (No! Stop)!" Thranduil let out a out-of-voice growl, the voice burst from the depths of his chest, and exploded above Legolas' head!

Legolas smiled, and swung the dagger towards his wrist, which was tightly held by Thranduil.

"Ah——!!!" He let out a shrill cry, but it was not because of the pain in his body. His tearful eyes looked at the person in front of him nostalgicly, conveying his hidden love with his last eyes.

Blood spurted.

His blood-stained but smiling face fell instantly, engulfed by the mist.

Thranduil lightened his hand, the warmth in his palm was still there, but he could no longer see that young face.

Time stands still at this moment.Surrounded by thick white, it was strangely quiet. Thranduil stared at the mist below, and his mind was also filled with thick and thick white. They surged and spread, and gradually took away his breath and heartbeat. The golden light suddenly appeared in his mind, causing a scorching pain, and the hand holding the handle of the knife trembled uncontrollably, "Lego..." Two syllables were squeezed out of his throat, and he was strangled by the strange pain, his eyes were burning hot.

He couldn't believe what he had lost, and how he lost it, he couldn't accept this sudden disaster, and how it came, he couldn't face this harsh reality, and how he presented it.

After a moment of daze, Thranduil resolutely let go.

"Mylord!" Someone grabbed his wrist in an instant, and a force pulled him up steadily. He didn't investigate whether it was the last moment that pulled him. His eyes stared blankly at the chaotic mist, The initial numbness in my heart was taken over by a huge pain, and even my breathing felt like a knife cutting.

I don't know when, the tremors of the earth gradually stopped, and the black tentacles no longer appeared. The canyon was abnormally peaceful. This tranquility was only temporary. In this battle, the orcs won a complete victory. The sealed darkness will be released, and Middle Earth will once again be alive Hanging upside down, in dire straits.

Glorfindel ordered the elf army to retreat quickly.Exit outside the range of Glasgow, wait for the rendezvous with Tuge to make another plan.

And Barbot led the remaining orcs into the cave of Stone Mountain, not knowing what they wanted.

In the temporary marching tent set up by the valley, Galian hurriedly took off the king's armor and bandaged up the bone-deep wound.

"Mylord, this is..." Gallian looked at the stump in Thranduil's hand, and asked in fear.

Their king was still silent and sluggish, ever since they pulled him out of the canyon, he had been so silent, expressionless, and dazed in his eyes.

Gallian tried to take the stump out of his hand.

Thranduil's eyes instantly changed from confusion to fierceness, and he stood up suddenly, pointing the long knife in his hand at Gallian's throat.

"Mylord..." Galian looked at the always indifferent, moody and expressionless Wang in a bewildered state.

"Find him..." Thranduil pressed his cold blade against Galian's throat, his voice hoarse, his expression grim, "Now!"

"Who?" Gallian asked confused.

"Legolas..." His lips were lifeless, trembling like a broken leaf in the wind, "find him..."

Gallian turned his head to look at Faerun, suppressed the fear in his eyes, and tried to order in a calm tone, "Go to the prince, he may be in Lord Glorfindel's team."

Falun caressed his heart and turned to leave.

"No!" Thranduil shouted, "He's in the canyon!"

The fear in Galian's heart gradually expanded, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly, "Mylord, give it to me..."

Thranduil clutched his stump tightly, stared at Galian, his eyes burning like fire, "Go find him!"

Galian lowered his head, and soon raised his face again. He tried his best to calm down, his lips turned ashen, "Mylord, please calm down, the nobles will enter the camp to greet you soon, and follow your arrangements for the deployment... It gives me..."

Thranduil swayed slightly, and the bewildered and helpless after the anger swept over him. He leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes slightly, and tried to suppress the boiling pain in his heart, "How many people do we have?"

"Three quarters of the original team..." Fei Lun responded in a low voice.

"..." Thranduil sat motionless, his eyes were lightly closed, his face was expressionless, and he did not respond for a long time.

Galian knelt down on one knee and tried to take out the stump from his hand again, but his hand shook so badly that he couldn't use any strength at all, and Wang's grip was so tight that no one could snatch it away.

"MyKing." Midrian came into the account, and saluted his heart, "I heard that you were injured, what's the situation?"

Thranduil didn't respond.

Midrian looked at Gallian suspiciously, but unfortunately the loyal butler only gave him a half-kneeling figure, and did not answer his doubts.

"My King?" Midrian called softly.

Fei Lun tilted his head slightly, "My lord, Your Majesty is injured, I'm afraid I can't answer your question right now, if His Majesty wakes up, how about notifying you immediately?"

"Okay." Midori reassured him, took two steps, and turned to Fei Lun, "Where is Your Highness?"

Thranduil suddenly opened his eyes!

He finally handed over the stump in his hand to Galian, stood up very slowly, his gaze finally passed over the palm with his warmth, and his voice was cold, "Send me the order!"

Faerun and Midrian both bowed their heads.

His eyes are as cold as snow-covered mountain peaks all year round, his lips are as pale as paper, and his expression is so firm, this firmness carries the courage of killing and decisiveness, concealing the aura of looking down on the world.He opened his lips slightly, his voice was not high, but it was loud.

"Tamp down Glasgow!"

Midrian was taken aback. He didn't understand why the Elven King, who had always regarded being alone as his way of life, had to wade through this muddy water, and the United Army had already retreated to Dragonsong Valley, which was backed by Misty Canyon and right next to the cave of the Orc Legion. In fact, it is not a place to stay for a long time, let alone the Arabian Nights joke of challenging the monster in the valley with an army of dense forests.

"MyKing..." Before he could think of words, Galian interrupted him.

The lord housekeeper, who is used to fishing in troubled waters, stood up, staggered two steps and walked in front of Fei Lun, gritted his teeth and said, "The order..."

Fei Lun stared blankly at Galian, seeing his bloodshot eyes, his face twisted and convulsed, as if he was enduring great pain, his eyes moved down and landed on Galian's arms.

The severed limb was held tightly in his arms, stained with blood, and Galian was shaking like he might faint at any moment...

Fei Lun's eyes widened in an instant. He opened his mouth and looked into Galian's eyes. Those eyes were filled with anger and hatred like burning coals, madness and severe pain that could burn everything!

He slowly moved his gaze to his king.

Still upright and straight, still majestic without anger, but after this majestic majesty, he saw the shattered madness...

"Yes! Mylord!" he said in a low voice.

"Ferun!" Midrian watched Faerun stepping out of the tent with firm and decisive steps, saluted the king in a hurry, and quickly chased after him.

"What happened? Why did Your Majesty issue such an order?" Midrian was angry and anxious, "We all know that His Majesty is wise and decisive, and no one has ever violated his will, but... But you don't think this order Is it too absurd? Why don't you wait for the nobles to discuss before delivering the order?"

Ferran turned his face and stared at Midrian's face. For the first time in thousands of years, he unceremoniously contradicted this high-ranking nobleman, "If you send troops now, maybe Your Highness still has a chance!"

Midrian stood in a daze for a moment, and Phelan turned around to leave, but Midrian grabbed his arm.

"What are your orders, sir?" Fei Lun's tone was obviously bad.

"His Royal Highness is trapped in the valley of mist?"

Fei Lun took a deep breath, a sharp pain started from his heart, and quickly spread to his limbs, "Yes."

"Give me an order to send an advance army down the valley to investigate and look for His Highness." Midrian said in a deep voice.

"You want to disobey the king's order?" Faerun's eyes widened. The Xivanir elf glared at the nobleman of Sindar with hostility. In his eyes, no one can violate the king's will, let alone tamper with the king's will. Order.

"This is not disobedience!" Midrian put his hands behind his back anxiously, "I can understand the king's mood, but..." He looked towards the valley of mist, and the thick fog seemed so obvious even in the dark night. "I can't bet the whole jungle..."

"I only obey the king's orders." Fei Lun turned to leave.

"The situation in the valley is unknown, someone must find the way and know the situation before the army can enter!" Midrian lowered his voice, "Since we want to save His Highness, we can't just imitate the orcs and throw themselves into the valley! Your Majesty is in a hurry and doesn't care about it, is it? Don't you even think about it?"

Falun gradually calmed down.

"Look at the valley of mist in front of you. It is a dormant beast. If you want to subdue him, you must have a perfect plan! If His Majesty is not influenced by emotions today, he will make such a decision!" Midrian was anxious Turning around, "Choose one hundred elites and go down the valley with the elf cloak! Immediately!"

Fei Lun hesitated for a moment, then calmed down and left.