Voice of Dragonland

The king of elves fell.

The dense forest was full of panic, and when Midrian and Serophon were most needed to preside over the overall situation to appease the people, they disappeared.

To that, Prince Selostra, no, Your Majesty.He just replied indifferently: Got it.

The king's coffin didn't stay in the hall for a long time. Selosta led a team of cavalry and transported it to an open space near the Anduin River for burial.

Thranduil's funeral was extremely simple, almost to the point of shabby. The ebony coffin was buried amidst the singing of the elves. There was no national send-off, no grand ceremony, and he was not even notified of his best friend during his lifetime. , quietly fell into the narrow tomb on that side.

White petals mixed with dark soil covered the coffin a little bit, and a stone tablet stood quietly.

Selosta caressed her heart and lowered her head.

The sun was getting lower and lower, and the thick clouds in the sky were smudged with bright orange yellow. The refracted light fell through the branches and leaves, and fell in front of his knees, gently kissing the cold stone tablet, and he finally raised his head, pale There is no trace of grief on her cheeks, no emotion in her blue eyes, no depth and reflection.

"Let's go." He turned around and left without hesitation.

The sound of horseshoes gradually faded away, the dim sun finally sank, and a hunchbacked figure slowly staggered from the woods.

His steps were so heavy, it seemed that he was carrying too much sorrow and countless hardships. He staggered and fell in front of this new grave.

A cup of loess, a low stele, and a few white petals, these are the last things the Elf King left for him in this world.

"ADA——" An indistinct whisper rolled in his throat, and he stretched out his fingers vigorously, digging into the ground firmly, and the muddy water dripped on the grass leaves like dew.

"I'm back..." He finally touched the cold stone tablet, and with the last of his strength he hugged his chest tightly, "I'm back...Look at me...I'm Your... Legolas..."

The bright moon climbed to the top of the tree and quietly looked down at this ugly and grief-stricken man. His soul collapsed and wasted due to the huge trauma, his body was debilitated due to fatal injuries, and his heart was broken like a knife. As for the powder, each grain was crying bitterly.

"It's me...it's your green leaf, it's your child..." He pressed his forehead against the cold tombstone, weeping blood every word, but unfortunately that person couldn't hear...

The crown and scepter are at hand, and it seems that the breath of the previous king still remains.Selosta brushed them lightly with her slender fingers, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Is Gallian feeling better?"

The maid bowed her knees, "Your Majesty has already woken up, and you can probably come here tomorrow to listen to His Majesty's orders."

"Go down." He said coldly.

The maid saluted deeply, then turned around and walked lightly to the door of the bedroom.

Silence enveloped the entire dormitory, the coffee table was still burning with the incense that Thranduil liked, the books he had read halfway were on the bedside table, and the outer robe he usually wore was hanging on the hanger. Everything was the same as before, except that Only the king who is as cold and arrogant as ice and snow is missing.

The footsteps outside the door faded away, and Selosta impatiently approached the bookshelf, reached out and pulled out a thick ancient book, the bookshelf moved slowly, revealing a secret door.

He stretched out his hand and pushed open the secret door, revealing a downward sloping stone step that could not be seen at the end.

Holding the lamp in hand, he walked slowly down the steps.

Under the long passage is a hidden space, which is a secret of the royal family, and there are very few elves who know it.

A touch of orange flickered in front of his eyes, like the light of hope left by Vera, illuminating his only way of redemption.Selosta relaxed, put the lamp on the stone platform casually, and walked inward.

The space is spacious and clean, but there are no windows. There is only a stone door connected to the stone steps. The interior layout is simple, complete with tables and chairs. A stone bed is covered with a thick brocade quilt. One person lies on his back with his eyes closed and his expression peaceful. .

Selosta's footsteps were very light, as if he was afraid of waking up the person in his dream. He carefully sat by the bed and looked at the person's appearance.

The golden hair is spread on the side of the body like a brocade, and the face is serene and serene as if the artist has carved the purest white fat jade. The milky white shirt makes the skin moist and transparent.

A trace of tenderness flashed in Selosta's eyes, he stretched out his hand to hold the man's pale, waxy fingers and lifted them to his lips for a soft kiss. The familiar scent of musk musk made him feel relieved, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of his tightly pursed mouth.

He lifted up his cuffs, exposing his wrists. There were black-brown terrifying protrusions on his slender white skin. A reptile like a centipede clinged to it, and it looked like a devil's dry, scorched fingers protruding from his body. , but he turned a blind eye to it, and took out a dagger with a handle embedded with gems from his waist.The silver blade cut across the skin, and the scarlet blood slid down, dripping precisely on Thranduil's light-colored lips.

In just a moment, his cheeks became brighter little by little, and there was even a faint blush.

The candlelight was dim, and Selosta gently embraced Thranduil in his arms. His long blond hair was wrapped around his fingertips, silky and soft. He lightly smelled the unique scent of orchid musk on his body, feeling the steady and powerful tension in his chest. His heart was beating, and the curve of the corner of his mouth was as gentle as a flower bud blooming in early spring. He intermittently hummed the bedtime song that Thranduil had sung to him many years ago, rubbing his cheek slightly against his shining blond hair.

If one ignores the thicker shadows around his eyes and the black veins that occasionally run across his cheeks, it's really a beautiful picture.

"I'm waiting for you to wake up, don't make me wait too long..."

Elf hall.

The promenade has a golden color under the sunlight, and the pillars rising from the ground all the way to the dome. The engraved wood patterns all over the body are intertwined, revealing the ancient and vicissitudes of life. people.

Thousands of years later, the silent hall ushered in their new king.

Selosta wore a white jewel crown and held an oak scepter, looking at the nobles standing in front of her.

"Your Majesty, the former king has fallen, the Grand Duke and Lord are missing, and the orc army shows signs of advancing. Is there any connection between these?" Is there any way to appease you?"

"At present, there is no sign of the fall of the father. There is no inevitable connection between the disappearance of the Grand Duke and the orcs. The dense forest is not afraid of war. If the orcs attack, we will naturally not back down." Cylosta is not in a panic, "now appointed Aymo Rad takes over from Serophane to train warriors, and Merelyd takes over from Midrian to assist dignitaries. Captain of the Guard."

"Your Majesty." Selostar's bodyguard captain knelt on one knee in front of the throne.

"You continue to search for the whereabouts of the Grand Duke and the teacher." Selosta ordered.

"Yes, mylord!" The captain of the guard immediately got up and walked out of the hall.

"Hand over the official document to the conference room, and I'll review it later." Selosta closed her eyes and said nothing.

The nobles looked at each other and left silently.

"Your Majesty..." A familiar voice sounded softly beside him with strong sorrow.

"Gallian." Selosta looked back, his eyes were dark, occasionally a flash of light flashed by, but he didn't know whether it was joy or sadness, "Is it better?"

'Yes. "Galian looked pale and stood with his head bowed," listening to His Majesty's orders. "

"Father is leaving in a hurry, the underground palace is in a mess, you should arrange the manpower as soon as possible, and get back to normal operation." Selosta looked at the oak scepter in his hand.

"Yes, mylord."

"And..." Selosta frowned, "where's the ugly guy?"

Gallian replied bluntly, "I don't know."

"Find him," said Selostra, looking down. "Incorporate him into the army."

"Yes, mylord." Gallian stared at the antlers stretching out on the throne, his eyes full of remembrance.

"Gallian." Selosta's voice was very light, with the lightness and slight chill of the first snow falling.

"Lord?" Gallian's eyes fell on Selosta's face in confusion.

"If the sorrow brought about by the passing of the former king makes you overwhelmed and unable to take up the post of steward, I will consider letting you rest for a while, or do some leisure work." Selosta turned her gaze to the other side.

"No! Your Majesty...you know, I've been doing this job all my life..." Gallian's face became paler, "You can't do this..."

"What I need is a capable assistant, not a depressed old man." Selosta said coldly.

"Yes..." Galian's eyes sparkled, "You don't need me anymore..."

"No, I'm not targeting you," Selosta said indifferently, "the country needs order."

"Yes, I will finish the work at hand, and then..." Gallian took a deep breath, suppressing tears, "hand over the work to the next supervisor..." Selosta nodded slightly.

Galian turned around dejectedly, took a few steps in vain, and stopped, "Your Majesty..."

"What?" Selosta's voice was still indifferent, with a confident self-confidence and a calmness that was easy to understand.

"The former king..." Galian's voice was slightly choked, he looked at the sunlight falling on the dome, took a deep breath, and tried to get back the mist in his eyes, leaving only a trace of incomprehensible hesitation, "The former king passed away suddenly... You are his only concern in this world...why can't I...see your sorrow?"

The dark green robe he was wearing was inlaid with deep and light green gemstones on the front and hem. They exuded soft luster, reflecting his young and perfect face, which was white and delicate. He was undoubtedly a beautiful elf, and he was favored by Vera alone bless.However, at this moment, the coldness in the new king's eyes made Gallian tremble uncontrollably.

"Sad?" Selosta sneered, "Are you joking? If that kind of thing can revive the father, I would kneel under the throne and cry for a hundred years, a thousand years! But now the jungle has no owner, the army is in a state of chaos, production is stagnant and trade is interrupted , Even the royal family and nobles are spreading deceptive rumors of rebellion! At this moment, you let me indulge and grieve? For the death of my father, I can allow you to be negligent on duty because of grief, but I cannot!"

Galian opened his mouth slightly, staring at Selosta as if he didn't know him, "Your Majesty..."

"Enough! Go down." Selosta turned around, straightened her back and faced the promenade, her steady back actually had a somewhat reliable posture.

The setting sun was like blood, pouring obliquely on every corner of the dense forest, and the cold tomb was bathed in the setting sun, giving it a bit of warmth.

"I've seen too much dusk in the Luolin, but I think the dusk in the dense forest is more charming..." The ugly guy sat beside the tombstone, his eyes were cloudy and his expression was numb. Lifeless, "You once accompanied me to watch the sunset on the top of the red beech tree. You said that the bloody sunset was the blood and tears of soldiers returning to visit their families... so now... are you looking at me?"

He stretched out his hand to touch the stone tablet, his eyes were cloudy, "You are beside God, in that country without sorrow and trouble...will you think of me?"

Slight footsteps sounded, and the ugly guy slowly raised his head, looking at the elf walking along the river bank, "Gallian?"

The former chief manager walked heavily, step by step towards this side.The two looked at each other, the manager with a gloomy complexion and a haggard expression nodded to the ugly guy, turned his head to caress his heart, "Your Majesty..."

The syllables are out of tune, tears are like rain...

The ugly guy looked at Galian sobbing indifferently, he had no tears for a long time, and the pain in his heart had gradually become numb, he just stared blankly at Galian's grief-stricken face, as if he had been isolated from this world Come on, no longer feel joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

Gallian wiped away the tears from his face, and stood there for a long time, as if he had made up his mind, "Ugly guy, something is wrong."

"..." The ugly guy's cloudy eyeballs stared at a small shadow on the tombstone for a moment.

"Listen, I don't have many people I can trust. The Grand Duke and the lord are missing, and Faerun has also been sent to the border to investigate. What I want to say may be related to the survival of the jungle..."

The ugly guy's eyes trembled slightly, but he remained silent.

"I know, you are not the best candidate, but I have no other choice but to take a gamble..." Galian squatted in front of the ugly guy, stretched out his hands to hold his dark face, and stared at him with brown eyes. Closing his eyes, "Your Majesty may still be alive..."

The ugly guy was shocked, and soon weakened, without any fluctuations in his tone, "I watched him die with my own eyes..."

"Your Majesty suddenly fell, Midrian and Serophon disappeared at the same time, and the superiors who maintained the normal operation of the dense forest disappeared at the same time... Isn't it strange?" Gallian asked eagerly.

The ugly guy's eyes were out of focus, and he didn't know how much he listened to.

"Your Highness...I mean His Majesty now," Gallian stepped forward, clamping the ugly guy's cheeks with both hands, forcing him to look at himself, "he acted too calmly, everything...everything The arrangements are well-organized, this is not normal! This is not the style of His Royal Highness Selosta! If the king falls, the whole dense forest will be sad to death, only His Highness! He will not do anything, he will only collapse and wail, this is Your Highness Selosta! This is His Highness whom I have watched him grow up with my own eyes! And now, sitting on the throne, wearing the crown of the former king, he has issued one order after another that is extremely rational, and has no intention of being a king at all. Gone with a sad look, what does that mean?"

"Mean... what?" the ugly guy repeated.

"It means..." Gallian lowered his voice, staring at the ugly guy excitedly, "His Royal Highness has already expected what will happen...he has prepared countermeasures in advance..."

The ugly guy pushed Galian away, stood up straight, a golden light flashed in front of his eyes, piercing his brain, he forced himself to stand firm, and slowly met Galian's brown eyes, "You mean ..."

"Your Majesty's death may not be what we imagined...even the disappearance of the grand duke and lord..." Gallian bit his lower lip, "I'm afraid only His Majesty knows the truth."

The ugly guy seemed to feel that his body was waking up, and it was just a glimmer of hope that was out of reach, but it illuminated his life, "It's easy to know whether your guess is true." The thick left palm fell on the stone tablet, "Dig out You can tell the coffin at a glance."

The moonlight was cold, and there was silence by the river bank. The two elves waved their shovels and dug up the grave, exposing the coffin of the elf king.

The ugly guy's hands trembled a little. He raised his eyes and glanced at Galian, who gave him a positive look. He took a deep breath and lifted the lid of the coffin with force.

empty.

In an instant, the heavy pressure fell from his shoulders, as if the collapsed world was rekindled, the sun, the moon and the stars rose as usual, and the faint fire of hope was faintly ignited. Vera conveyed the truth with his loving eyes. God's mercy.He knelt beside the coffin, sobbing.

"Sure enough..." Gallian dropped the shovel in his hand, breathing heavily, "Sure enough..."

The ugly guy's eyes were blurred by tears, and he couldn't make any other reactions because of the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe. He just bit his lower lip fiercely, suppressing his trembling.

"We need to restore this place to its original state as soon as possible." Gallian patted the ugly guy on the shoulder, "Then we have to make a long-term plan and find His Majesty."