Voice of Dragonland

The light penetrated the eyelids and reached the brain, as if countless hands were pulling his god to force him to wake up from his sleep.

"How do you feel?" A familiar voice rang in his ears with concern, and he finally struggled to open his eyes.

"Sylosta..." The bloody smell in his mouth made him feel sick, and the heavy limbs seemed to be not his own.The senses seem to be covered with a thick layer of velvet, blurred and dull.

"It's okay..." Warm lips fell on his cheek, as light as a flower blooming.Whispering whispers fell on his ears, carrying the moist fragrance of the earth after the rain.

You are by my side, warm as ever, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

Those three words were more of a mantra than a consolation.

When Thranduil was still king, what he often said to Cylosta.The teacher's anger, the housekeeper's maid's complaint, and the embarrassment of being caught pranking on the spot, he covered it with his hand, and his strong body gave him absolute support, saying, it's all right.

Now, it's his turn to take on the heavy duty of guardianship, even if he doesn't know whether it's right or wrong.

It doesn't matter right or wrong, what matters is that he will get everything he wants.Thranduil was extremely tired, his body was heavy and clumsy, as if his soul was out of control, and he was watching coldly, "What's wrong with me?"

"Even if... it was a nightmare..." Selosta gently kissed his cold forehead, eyelashes quivering like butterfly wings, and sharp nose tip.

"I..." He was a little dizzy from these delicate kisses, "I seem to be dead."

"No, you didn't." Selosta stopped, looking deeply into his misty and chaotic eyes, "I just abandoned my original identity, the identity you don't need..."

"Identity?" He narrowed his eyes in doubt, several broken fragments flashed through his fuzzy brain, gradually pieced together, and gradually became complete, "Sylosta! What did you do?"

"Not much." The back of Selosta's finger lightly brushed his cheek, "It's just to let the elf king Thranduil die, that's all."

"My child..." Thranduil sighed, with a look of sadness in his eyes, "what are you going to do?"

"No, no, no..." Selosta tied her index finger and put it lightly on Thranduil's lips, "Don't call me a child... As I said, Thranduil, the king of elves, is dead, and my father is naturally dead. They also died together..."

"Then what am I?" Thranduil narrowed his eyes, an ominous premonition snaked up his spine, coiled coldly around his shoulders.Even though he vaguely knew the truth, even though he had already seen the clues from those fascinated eyes, he still instinctively resisted this answer, and resisted Selosta's excessive intimacy.He tried his best to be calm, trying to maintain his proper posture and majesty.

"Yes..." Selosta bent her body close to his ear, her voice rising wonderfully, with impatient joy, "my love..."

The explosion of thunder sounded in my mind, and those feelings buried in the deepest part were bloody excavated again, and laid out naked in front of my eyes.Those feelings that he deliberately avoided and did not touch, those memories that he tried his best to suppress and did not recall, those admiration that tormented him and made him feel like a thorn in his back were peeled off one by one, poked in the most straightforward way. in front of him.

"Vera..." The blood on his cheeks gradually faded, as if he could experience death again at any time.

"I love you..." Selosta lifted her upper body slightly, her eyes shone with tenderness, and when she looked carefully, she could still see the arrogance and greed behind this tenderness, "Don't bear it, don't want it in the next life, want it now, In the future, forever! No matter what it becomes, no matter what price you pay!" He curled the corners of his mouth, showing the sweet smile that Thranduil is most familiar with, "I want you to stay and be with me! Never again People can covet you, touch you, forever."

"Sylostat!" Thranduil shook his head slightly, "You might as well just kill me and let me return to God's arms!"

He is angry, just looking at the deep-set lines between his brows, the faint lightning and thunder in his eyes, and the corners of his lips drawn into a straight line, one can know how strong the anger he is trying to endure is.

Selosta is unafraid.

Even if the person in front of him is the king of the dense forest and the bravest warrior on the battlefield.However, in front of him, he was just a father who always compromised and never refused. Of course, that was once.All he had to do was wait for him to compromise again, accept him, and accept his new identity.

"I know you need time..." Cylosta smoothed his hair gently, "I will give you time, until you recover, until you are willing to give your heart to me."

"Never." Thranduil closed his eyes, his lips were drawn straight, so determined that there was no room for change.

Selosta's heart trembled, and the piercing pain passed through his body like lightning, almost tearing him apart.The veins on the cheeks are raised, swimming like a snake, and disappearing in a flash.

"Don't refuse me like this..." Selosta turned her face away, and gently wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth, "We all need time, and what elves need most is time..."

Thranduil still kept his eyes closed, his lips tightly pursed to resist everything.Selosta believed that if he hadn't been unable to move at this moment, he might have left in a hurry.

"I don't regret it. With you here, I'm not alone..." He gently held Thranduil's hand, "I can wait as long as I want."

"You could have received everyone's blessing and admiration, but now..." Thranduil said in a deep voice, "You are destined not to be redeemed."

"No need!" Selosta raised her voice suddenly, "I don't need redemption, teaching, or these hypocritical things! All I need is you!"

There was a faint flash of water under the thick eyelashes, and Thranduil closed his eyes, as cold and hard as a sculpture.

"I can't be with you all the time, there are many things waiting for me outside," Selosta said softly, "It's safe here, you can have a good rest, but..." His eyes fell on the stairs, "That door, you can't go through, promise me, don't try."

Finally, she pressed a kiss between Thranduil's forehead, Selosta got up, reluctantly walked out of the stone gate, and slowly went up the stone steps.

The space became silent, except for the slight crackling sound of burning candles. Thranduil slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of barren scars after the war.

The neglected child fell in love with him, and the spoiled child still fell in love with him, like a long and infinitely reincarnated nightmare, nailing him there firmly, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of it.

"Benevolent Vera..." He is like a soul with amnesia, wandering alone at the crossroads of fate, the situation has already gone off track, and he is flying to a place he cannot predict.At that moment, he seemed to see the abyss, as if he saw the ferocious monster singing a decadent song that could not be tolerated by the gods, as if he was in the flames, roasted and tortured, and could not be relieved...

The bottom floor of the underground palace, the corridor outside the ugly guy's bedroom.

"I found the Grand Duke's steward. He said that the Grand Duke hurried out with His Highness that day, and seemed to mention the mountains." Gallian's eyebrows showed a hint of doubt, "But why did the Grand Duke and the Lord go to the mountains? Cleaning up spiders and other things Do small things require the two of them to go together?"

"I don't know what excuse Selosta used to deceive the Grand Duke and the lord, but what I can be sure of now is that those seemingly useless traps were prepared for them!" A trace of resentment flashed in the ugly guy's eyes Those huge and deep traps, those specious words, that phrase of "unreconciled".A lot of details are laid out in my mind into small slices, and the slices are superimposed, and the outline of the truth is slowly presented, ready to come out.

"Let's go to the mountains, as soon as possible."

"I'm going to prepare the horse." Galian nodded and left first.

The ugly guy found a hood, covered himself tightly, and walked out of the underground palace with his head down.

With the sound of horseshoes, you chased each other and headed towards the mountains.The ugly guy's eyes faintly revealed a touch of cold Xiao Sha.He should be more alert, should be on his guard, from the time Selostra looked at him with gentle eyes.

Selosta is not someone who can forget his obsessions. On the contrary, those distorted resentments burn his heart, which will only make him act crazier.He tolerated the existence of the ugly guy, but he understood that no matter how much the latter hoped for, in the end, it was just a mirror image in the water, and no one could compete with him for Thranduil.

The ugly guy gritted his teeth and urged the horse to gallop forward at full speed.

At the end of the mountains, on the edge of the fir forest, the number of guards suddenly increased.

"They're not on patrol." Gallian said in a low voice, hiding behind the branches of the fir tree with the ugly guy, "They're on guard."

"Look..." The ugly guy pointed forward lightly, "There is smoke."

Very light gray-black smoke, rising lightly from the surface.

"What's that?" Gallian asked suspiciously.

"It's not a good thing," whispered the ugly guy, "we'll have to check it out."

"How to get there?" Gallian frowned, "There are more than two hundred guards here."

"Gallian, as I remember, spider webs are very, very flammable." There was a smile on the ugly guy's scarred face.

Galian glanced at him and shrugged, "It doesn't matter, anyway, I've experienced all kinds of crazy things. An elf who dared to dig up the tomb of the former emperor can also add fire to the territory."

"It's on fire!" An exclamation came out from nowhere, and the soldiers suddenly panicked.The fir is flammable, and what is even more flammable is the spider silk that is covered and wrapped in layers. Once the fire is fierce, the entire mountain range may be burned to ruins.

"Leave five men to guard here, and the rest will fight the fire with me!" shouted the older elf in the team.

Soon, most of the elves withdrew, leaving only five elves guarding the trap.

"I'll take care of those two, you hold the remaining three, be careful not to let them send out a signal..." Galian didn't continue, the ugly guy picked up the stones on the ground, took out a simple leather slingshot, and shot them one by one. shoot out.

But in the blink of an eye, the five elves fell silently.

"We must avoid the smoke, my lord."

Gallian had never found the ugly guy's hoarse voice so moving.

The ugly guy tore off a corner of the cloak, soaked it with the water bottle he was carrying and handed it to Galian, "Cover your mouth and nose, and use the fastest time to check the trap."

Gallian complied.

The two quickly moved towards the direction of the black smoke.

The huge vine cover was covered with traps, and the black smoke filled the air, making it impossible to see what was hidden underneath.The ugly guy drew out his dagger, quickly cut off a section of vine, opened a gap with brute force, and looked down.

Soldiers staggering to and fro, overlapped each other thickly, it is impossible to count how many there are.

Galian wanted to investigate further, but the ugly guy grabbed his clothes and dragged him forcibly towards the hiding place.

"Those are soldiers from the dense forest. It is very likely that the lord and the Grand Duke are below!" Gallian tore off the strip of cloth, and pushed the ugly guy excitedly, "Why don't you save them!"

"Calm down!" The ugly guy held Galian's wrist, "There are soldiers guarding here, which means that these people are alive, and we don't know what the smoke is, and how to wake them up. Wait until the fire on the other side of the mountain is extinguished." , the soldiers come back and we will be caught."

Gallian took a deep breath, "What do you think?"

"This kind of thing can only be handled by a wizard..." The ugly guy's eyes flashed impatiently, "Can you find a way to find Gandalf?"

"I'm afraid not, no one knows where he is since the battle of Glasgow." Gallian shook his head, adding before the ugly man looked disappointed, "but I know where Redagast is."

"Excellent!" The ugly guy nodded, "My lord, you must find him as soon as possible and bring him here without disturbing the guards and His Highness!" Gallian nodded, "It's not difficult, just need to time."

"As soon as possible, we can afford to wait, His Majesty and Grand Duke can't afford to wait!" the ugly guy urged.

"Okay, I'll go right away. Your Highness wants to incorporate you into the army, but I have not conveyed this order. You should try to stay in the dormitory and reduce going out, so that His Highness doesn't think about it." Galian's palm fell on the ugly guy's Shoulder, "Be sure to keep yourself safe."

"I know." The ugly guy said in a deep voice.