Voice of Dragonland

PS: let’s talk about Xiao Sai, this child is rude and straightforward, he has driven Seddy to a dead end, if he doesn’t love him, he will die.There is no room for maneuver, no roundabout negotiation, only black and white, love or death.This in itself is also a kind of despair, a gamble, even if you lose everything, and cast the curse of the undead, it is better than dying day by day, being mediocre and mediocre.

Regardless of right or wrong, it is a dead end in itself.

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"The fire was artificially set, the wounded soldiers were just unconscious, and they were fine, but the vines were covered with signs of damage." The captain of the guard whispered in Selosta's ear. "Is there such a thing?" Selosta frowned for a moment, "After so long, the poison of phantom smoke has penetrated into the body...bring them back, and say that they were found at the water source near the mountain range."

The captain of the guard caressed his heart, "But the person who injured the guard has not been found yet. Does His Majesty want to thoroughly investigate this matter?"

"Don't worry, these troubles can't wait for us to do it, and they will come to you impatiently." Selosta curled the corners of her mouth with a determined smile, "I'm waiting."

Soon, the captain of the guard announced that the unconscious Midrian, Serophin and a group of soldiers had been found, and they were sent back to the underground palace for treatment.Obviously, the medical skills of the dense forest cannot wake them up. These elves seem to have fallen into a deep sleep, but they don't know when they will wake up or if they will wake up.

It was at this moment that Gallian quietly brought Redagast to the jungle, and learned that the Grand Duke and the Lord had been found, but they were unconscious.

"It's witchcraft, or something like that," Gallian said to the brown-robed wizard. "We've got to get in there and find a way to wake them up."

"Oh, it's not easy to get a bad old man among the tall and handsome elves~" Redagast smiled honestly, "especially the heavily guarded Grand Duke's mansion."

"You can start with ordinary soldiers. After all, they are also shrouded in black smoke." The ugly guy walked out of the shadows with a low and hoarse voice.

"Ah, here is an elf that looks like an orc." Redagast shook his head, his eyes were kind and full of pity, "What did you go through, child?"

"Nightmare." He lowered his eyes, and in just two words, it contained a hundred years of torment and struggle.No relief, no restful sleep.And when will this dark night usher in the light, he is no longer even full of hope.

"But every dream has a time to wake up." Redagast approached him, stretched out his hand and patted his arm, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Maybe it was because the wizard's words were too firm, or maybe it was the expectation that Thranduil was still alive, he nodded seriously, "Thank you."

Redagast turned to Gallian and said, "Let's make a plan, then."

"Plan?" Gallian replied neatly, "Naturally, you will find the antidote and make the Grand Duke wake up. We need the Grand Duke to put pressure on His Highness and hand over His Majesty. As long as His Majesty comes back..." There was a little bit of pain in his eyes. The light seemed to be a little candle flickering in the darkness, just a little bit, but it was enough, "As long as His Majesty comes back, everything will be fine..."

In fact, the soldiers who were close to unconsciousness had no difficulty. They just stayed in the dormitory and fell asleep. If it wasn't for the wrong timing, they wouldn't even see anything unusual.Guided by the ugly guy and Galian, Redagast sneaked into a dormitory. "Can you see anything unusual?" Gallian asked softly.

"Yes, I think...it's not that difficult..." Redagast raised the soldier's wrist, and a hideous gray line stretched up his white arm.

The ugly guy stretched out his hand and pressed it, and those gray lines didn't disappear, and even twisted, like some kind of living creature penetrated into the skin, living on the flesh and blood of elves.

"What is this?" The ugly guy asked suspiciously.

"A kind of witchcraft that can make people fall into hallucinations, then fall asleep, or die." Redagast put the soldier's arm back under the quilt, "Gallian, I want to ask you to help find something."

"You said." Gallian replied eagerly.

In the dim room, Redagast mixed all kinds of strange powders and stems together, and strange rays of light overflowed and flowed from time to time, and ancient spells hovered in the room. Redagast looked serious and staggered Mixing a bunch of dark bits and pieces together, the ugly guy sat aside, looking at an unknown place through the wizard's hand.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine." Galian's palm fell heavily on his shoulders. It's hard to tell whether this comforting sentence was for the ugly guy or for himself. They were so worried and anxious, but there was nothing they could do.

"I think..." Redagast finally raised his head, "you can find a soldier to try, just smell it."

Gallian's eyes lit up, staring at the wizard's powder wrapped in a dirty cloth.

"I'll go." He took the powder and sprinted towards the corridor.

The soldiers were placed in several adjacent dormitories, and there were several soldiers guarding the door, but when they saw that it was Galian, they opened the door for him and let him check at will.

Gallian found a corner far from the door, took out the powder in his arms, and lightly sprinkled it on the sleeping soldier's face.

Scattered powder fell on the tip of the soldier's nose, drifted away slowly with his breath, and was inhaled again.Galian waited impatiently, sweat gradually covering his forehead.His heartbeat was rapid and heavy, and every minute and every second carried invisible pressure, which made him restless.

The soldier trembled slightly and woke up faintly.

"What do you think?" Gallian asked in a low voice.

"My lord..." The soldier replied dully, "Dizzy..."

"Okay, okay, it's okay..." Galian patted the soldier's shoulder reassuringly, "Listen, things have changed, and I need you to cooperate with us."

"You say……"

"Continue to pretend to be asleep until I wake you up again."

"Okay, my lord." The soldier closed his eyes again.

"The powder is useful!" Galian returned to the room where Redagast was used for the experiment, his eyes brightened, "The next step is to find a way to get close to the Grand Duke and use the antidote on him."

"His Royal Highness must have sent soldiers to guard it." The ugly guy raised his eyes, "He is already alert, and the proof that these people were brought back to the underground palace."

"The information I got is that His Highness has been waiting beside the Grand Duke and the Lord for a long time. If we want to act, we have to pick a time when His Highness is not around." Gallian mused.

"When?" asked the ugly guy. "Is there a rule?"

"No." Galian said, "But I received a letter from Rivendell earlier, and Rivendell will send someone to the jungle to deliver weapons in two days."

"Weapon? What weapon?"

"I don't know the details, but I'm sure His Highness will receive you." Gallian gave the ugly guy a meaningful look.

"This is an opportunity." The ugly guy nodded.

The ugly guy quietly appeared on the window outside Midrian's bedroom, the dagger in his hand gently opened the window button, and the movement of pushing the window open was as light as a bird flapping its wings. ^

He fell into the room extremely gently, and approached the Grand Duke's bed carefully.There was no one in the house, and the maid did not know where to go.Only the Grand Duke fell into a deep sleep, as if he was having a long dream.

The ugly guy squatted down and stared at the Grand Duke's face.It seemed that he was just in a deep sleep, and there was no other abnormality, but the hideous gray lines on his wrist revealed a faint murderous aura.

He took out the powder from his pocket and slowly sprinkled it on the tip of the Grand Duke's nose.Let the dust disperse with your breath.

"Wake up..." He gently held the Grand Duke's wrist.

There was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, and the ugly guy's ears trembled slightly. He hurriedly got up and jumped out along the window.

A huge net fell from the sky, blocking his way, the ugly guy gritted his teeth, turned around and climbed towards the big tree beside him.

The moment his fingers touched the trunk, he stopped and slowly raised his hands.

Behind him, dozens of people leaned out from every corner of the bush, with bows and arrows in their hands, pointing steadily at his back.

"The ugly guy tried to murder the Grand Duke, the evidence is solid, and he will be put in prison." The captain of the guard announced coldly.

No excuse, the ugly guy let the guards escort him, and walked towards the dungeon.

"Why haven't you come back yet?" Gallian paced back and forth, restless.

"The kid will come back." Redagast was not in a hurry, but happily drank the golden wine in the wooden cup, "He is a great fighter."

"But if he falls into His Highness's hands..." Gallian's uneasiness turned into fear, "he might..."

"No." Redagast shook his head, picked up the wine jug and refilled the glass.

"How do you know?"

"Birds have their tracks, and rabbits have their paths. So will the boy, and he'll be all right."

Gallian couldn't understand Redagast's meaning, and he could only blame it on the wizard's always-talking style.

"I'm going to find out. You stay here for now. Well, I'm just suggesting that the wine isn't as mild as it tastes, maybe you can't drink too much..."

It was late, and Redagast fell to the floor with a bang, his hat rolled off the side, and the bird flew up high with a scream.

The slender mahogany box was opened to reveal the long knife inside.

The blade is long and narrow, the blade is very narrow, and the color is slightly gray.Selosta took the knife out of the box and held it in his hand. Just looking at it, he could see the supercilious sharpness.

"Please express my sincere greetings and deep gratitude to Lord Elrond for me." Selosta nodded slightly, and put the long knife back into the box.

"May I ask Your Majesty, why did you not inform Rivendell of the late king's death? You know, the late king and the lord are close friends, and the subordinates don't know how to convey this news to the lord." Lai Fuxin frowned slightly.

"The death of the former king is the greatest loss of the jungle, and it is no different from my darkest and painful time. Please believe that at this moment, I am still at a loss and at a loss. The former king left me the entire dense forest. Before I can Let me go when I manage it well, the difficulties and hardships involved, I think the lord will understand, and I hope he can understand that I can't spread the news at this juncture." Selosta lowered his eyes , the tone is a bit depressing.

Even if he had doubts or dissatisfaction, it was difficult for the messenger to say anything to criticize the new king, so he had to leave with peace of mind.

Selosta cast her eyes on the long knife again, and there was an extremely small word engraved on the bottom of the handle: Dragon Scale.

He slightly curled the corners of his mouth, with a hint of love in his eyes, and gently brushed the blade with his fingers, feeling the hard texture.Surprisingly, the blade is not cold, it is warm.Like there's life or something flowing through it.

"Your Majesty." The captain of the guard walked a few steps closer and whispered in Selostar's ear.

"Really? The fish got into the net?" Selosta smiled slightly. "That's a good time to catch the net."

"The Grand Duke is awake." The captain of the guard replied in a low voice.

"..." Selosta's smile froze, and a trace of unexpected surprise crossed the corner of his mouth.

"His Majesty?"

"Tell the Grand Duke to rest well, and I will visit him in a few days." He quickly calmed down and returned to his normal appearance.

Thranduil understands that as long as he leaves this door, everything can be changed.He went up the steps, and at the end of the steps was a thick stone door. The mechanism to open the door was on his right hand side, and he could reach it with his hand.

Selosta's serious explanation flashed in his mind, "You can't go through that door, promise me, don't try."

Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the iron ring protruding from the wall, and pulled it outward.

The stone door opened slowly, revealing the dark back of the bookshelf.And when he reached out and pushed gently, what he touched was not the warm and dense wood, but an obstacle like lightning.The scorching pain pierced into the flesh sharply, telling him the fact that he couldn't pass.

He withdrew his hand, and there was a burning smell of protein from the fingertips and palm, as if he had touched a hot soldering iron.

"I thought you understood what I meant by not being able to." Selosta's voice came from behind the bookshelf, and soon, the bookshelf moved away, and a young face appeared in front of his eyes.

Selosta stepped into the stone gate, and looked at Thranduil, her eyes lacked the usual gentleness and softness, and a little bit of cold light refracted, like frost and snow under the moonlight.

"For me?" Thranduil's voice was cold.

"It's for you." Selosta didn't hide it. "If you want to leave, there's an easy way."

He leaned closer and whispered in Seran's ear, "Kill me."

Thranduil froze.

"You won't, will you?" Cylosta took him in his arms, pressed his handkerchief against his bleeding palm, and led him towards the stone room, "You won't risk my life until you think of a perfect solution. ."

Thranduil's complexion was very bad. Of course Selosta knew his annoyance and forbearance. He watched him purse the corners of his mouth, watched him suppress his breath, and a little joy hovered in his heart. He knew that Thranduil would never Will not risk his safety.

"I received the long sword made by Rivendell, it's so beautiful." Like a magic trick, he took out a few blooming peonies from under his gown, and put them in a vase.

"Dragon scale?" Thranduil asked calmly.

"Yes, the name is also very nice, it's called Dragon Scale." Cylosta smiled, "I can take it to the battlefield."

"No!" Thranduil trembled, and deep fear surged from his heart. It seemed that the smell of gunpowder smoke from the battlefield was still lingering at the tip of his nose. The tragic howling accompanied by the violent impact of iron objects shocked my mind, my breathing suddenly became short of breath, and I was anxious and painful, "You can't go!"

"why?"

"..." The emotion that flashed across Thranduil's eyes was very slight, but it did not escape Selosta's eyes, "You are afraid that I will perish on the battlefield, aren't you?"

"You are inexperienced, and you are not prepared to look down on life and death. That is no child's play. It is the land occupied by the god of death, and all it wants to leave behind are fresh lives..." Thranduil's voice was low, full of vicissitudes of life .

"Like Legolas?"

The color of Thranduil's lips turned pale in an instant, and the words of admonition stuck in his throat, leaving only a deep silence.

"It's not something I can choose..." He slightly curled the corners of his mouth, "I don't want to leave you. But you said that I have to learn to take responsibility. Since I willfully chose to step on the throne, I must fight for the jungle ."

"Open that door, and I'll take care of everything!" Thranduil snapped.

"No, never." Selosta approached him, the stubbornness in his eyes was as solid as a rock, "Not everything can be reversed. Since I made a choice, I never thought of backing down."

"You chose to turn your back on the brilliance of Valar and fall into eternal darkness! You did something wrong and never repented!" Thranduil gritted his teeth, his furious face twisted.

"If it's wrong to love you... then it's wrong." Selosta is still gentle. Compared with Thranduil's fury, he has always been calm and gentle, but this calmness does not come from a strong heart, kindness nature, or deep love.The reason why he is calm is that he has the determination to bind the person in front of him even if he dies, a gamble with his life as his bet.He's not strong, or fearless, it just doesn't matter.As long as the person in front of him stays in this square inch, as long as he is still alive, it doesn't matter.

"..." All warnings and teachings are useless, no matter if you are angry or scolded, oil and salt will not enter.Thranduil knew that he still had the last chip, or the last hope, to change the derailed future and turn the situation into a direction he could control. He closed his eyes and deeply suppressed his anger.

"For me, for me to end these absurd things!" Thranduil reached out and pinched his shoulders, his eyes softened, as if to persuade him to obey the teacher's warning when he was young, "If you love me..."

"Of course I love you." Selosta's eyes were deep, he looked at Thranduil, his whole body was filled with a kind of nameless fire called longing, "In this world, the only thing I care about is, What I long for is you..."

When the warm lips were about to fall on Thranduil's lips, he pushed Selosta away again, as if he had made up his mind, as if he had succumbed to fate, his voice was raw and dry, but still resounding, "You can take Go what you want, just... After it's over, you have to return the dense forest to me and restore everything to its original state."

Selosta laughed, a sly gleam flickering across his eyes, "You know I want more than that...I mean, not a smack."

"If I don't love you, you will die, right?" Thranduil calmed down, looking at him blankly.

"Yes..." Selosta pressed Thranduil's lips again, this time going straight.

The soft touch, the wet and sticky entanglement, even though Thranduil didn't kiss him back, and didn't have the excitement that should be indulged in it, Selosta was still happy.He knew what he was going to get, complete and without regret.

He took off each other's clothes extremely gently, slowly kissed the delicate and smooth skin like silk, his fingers moved like snakes, climbed, and scratched the light blue blood vessels under the skin, rolled up the blond hair like satin, looked at They fell from his palm like a waterfall, watching the dream-like soft skin glowing in the hair, "Thrandiil...you are my miracle..."

Thranduil closed his eyes, wishful thinking that he would not be able to see this rebellious and desperate contact, every touch brought a chill to the bottom of his heart, but he wanted to hypnotize himself desperately, if he didn't love, will lose all.

He didn't resist any touch or kiss, just tensed his muscles, stiff as a marble sculpture.

"Why don't you relax?" The warm body pressed against her, tight without a single gap, "Are you resisting me?"

Thranduil tried his best to relax himself, even though there were layers of tiny bumps floating on his skin, even though he wanted to push Selosta away all the time, he still closed his eyes slightly, letting his fingers and lips Wandering and exploring in his body.

Even if it is a relief, a compensation, and an explanation.

Legolas' clear and sad eyes, his desperate and sad tone came to mind, "I love you..."

A little bit of pain, starting from the heart, is clear and cannot be ignored, and then, it gradually warms up and wakes up gradually.He opened his eyes, looked at Selosta who was in a daze in front of him, watched him whisper love words, gently kissed his shoulder, rubbed his chest, and looked at the sweet smile on the corner of his mouth , looking at his cheeks flushed with excitement.The slight warmth faded away quickly, like the ebb tide of the sea, clean and irreversible.

Different.

Different.

These differences are very subtle, like the ripples left by dragonflies on the water, but they cannot be ignored.The two faces alternated, zoomed in, and every subtle expression was clearly seen. Sweat suddenly poured out, soaking the sheets under the back.

And Selosta's hand finally slid down towards his lower abdomen, touching the source of life... The discomfort that was temporarily ignored due to the complicated thoughts suddenly intensified, the stomach churned and stirred, the body's rejection reached the extreme, and every cell was clamoring Protest.

Thranduil pushed him away violently, and threw himself on the bedside to vomit.

All he spit out was clear water and some mucus, but the torment caused by the vomiting itself was like adding a sword to the body.

"You..." Selosta sat on the other end of the bed. After being overwhelmed by surprise, the emotion gradually ebbed, leaving only a desert-like desolation, "If you don't want to, why force yourself..."

"You're right..." Thranduil looked back panting, "You're not Legolas..."

"Of course I'm not..." Selosta laughed, cold as water, "I have my own soul..."

An indescribable fear flashed across Thranduil's face, "You must find a wizard to break the curse..."

"..." The burning pain in the internal organs slowly rose, a stream of blood spilled from the corner of the mouth, Selosta stared at Thranduil's cheek, "You...love... Legolas..."