Voice of Dragonland

PS: I am very excited. Starting next week, Longyu will unfold the plot that everyone is looking forward to. After the torture is over, it will finally be there!sugar!up!

Please come back to the little friends who saved you, don’t be afraid~~~

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"Are you leaving at this time?" Gallian looked at the ugly guy in disbelief, "I have contacted the Grand Duke and the Lord, and it will not take long for His Highness to hand over His Majesty and restore the peace of the past! You don't want to return to Your Majesty's side as a servant ?"

The ugly guy looked at the anxious Galian, his ugly face showed no emotion, but the two words were as loud as metal, "I don't want to."

I don't want to stay here, I don't want to see him again, I don't want to have any contact with his life, I feel angry, I even want to go back to the dormitory immediately to erase the ubiquitous back, erase the traces of his existence, it is best to be able to The love in his heart was completely wiped away!

The ugly guy kicked over the wooden bench in front of him, and chopped down the poor little bench with his huge left hand. He was still puzzled, turned around and punched the wall hard, the rock-carved wall trembled, leaving a sunken.

"What are you angry about?" Gallian grabbed him, "What's wrong with you?"

The ugly guy let him pull, raised his face stubbornly, panting.

"You go back to rest first, and we can discuss it after I come back!" Galian was a little irritable, but finally slowed down his tone, "Even if you want to leave, you must explain it to Your Majesty."

Gallian's footsteps gradually faded away.

The ugly guy slumped down the rock wall and sat down on the ground, looking like a drunken drunk in a tavern.

At least he's okay.

Then the world will not collapse.

It's just that he... fell in love with someone else... that's all.

The ugly guy curled his mouth and smiled wildly.

The tip of the pen in his hand trembled slightly, and the evil thoughts in his heart could not be suppressed. Selosta threw away the pen, pressed his forehead in silence for a moment, and picked up the document he drafted again to read it carefully.

Cut down the forest, build a fortress, lead troops to occupy the Long Lake, and use this as a base to declare war on the lonely mountain...

Throwing these bloodthirsty and greedy words into the fire with a wave of hands, they were burned.

He sighed, trying his best to suppress the scream of the devil in his heart, and the desire for killing and destruction burned in his blood, and the burning desire burned him, like a desert waiting for rain...

His eyes fell on the bookshelf, on the book, different expectations rose from his lower abdomen, he thought of the perfect body, the firm and elastic muscles under the smooth skin, the gentle smile on the perfect face, And those strands of hair that fell on his palm and poured down like a waterfall... want to seize, want to devour, want to destroy... want to use his flesh and blood to calm his clamoring desire!By coincidence, he walked towards the bookshelf, step by step, firm and heavy, even though his consciousness screamed to stop, trying his best to stop him from moving forward.

His finger landed on the spine of the book, but he didn't pull it out, but forcefully, the spine broke, and the shredded paper fell like snow. He suddenly withdrew his hand and gasped for breath.No, no, he can't see him, when he can't control this damn desire, this cursed body.

"Your Majesty, the Grand Duke and His Excellency seek an audience." The captain's voice sounded outside the bedroom.

"I may... never see you again..." Selosta stared quietly at the bookshelf, with a reluctant smile on the corner of her mouth, "Goodbye, ADA..."

There was silence outside the dormitory, and Midrian's narrowed eyes shone with fury.Since he woke up, there has been one after another of breaking news.

The elf king fell, and the prince ascended the throne.

The king may be under house arrest instead of real death, and the deep sleep of himself and Serofen is the result of the prince alone...

After years of training, such a treacherous person has been raised!

After being rejected for the third time, Midrian and Serofin finally ordered someone to restrain the captain of the guard and break into the door.

The sleeping hall was unusually quiet, filled with incense and shining candles, but there was no sign of Selosta.

"Search!" Midrian waved.Several soldiers rushed into the hall immediately, but there was no place to hide inside or outside the bedroom, and the soldiers returned empty-handed.

"Grand Duke!" A soldier ran forward, "The city gate guards have come to report that His Highness has just left the city."

"A person?"

"one person."

"Your Majesty must be somewhere." Serophon turned around anxiously, and suddenly remembered something, "Look for Galian!"

"What?" Midrian looked at Serophon suspiciously.

"Gallian will know where the royal family's secret passage is." Serophon replied firmly.

Gallian did know that the royal family had a secret passage, but he did not know the entrance and mechanism of the secret chamber.The search was at an impasse for a while.

The elves were looking for the entrance to the legendary secret room, but they were careful not to disturb the king's bedroom. The tense atmosphere permeated the air, and even the shaking of the candlelight became extra cautious.

The ugly guy was dragged by Galian to the dormitory together. Among the tall and handsome elves, the depressed ugly guy was particularly eye-catching.

He poked in the corner against the wall, his empty eyes falling on a book with a broken spine on the shelf.

The sheepskin book cover was torn open, revealing the white and slightly torn paper inside.What's wrong with this book?He stretched out his hand, pinched the broken spine of the book, and yanked it hard.

The bookshelves moved slowly, revealing the dark space inside.

The candlelight in the house shone into the stone gate, and the pale cheeks were suddenly illuminated.Something seemed to block the sound, Wang roared loudly, and the ugly guy could only tell from the shape of his mouth that he was shouting, "Find a way to open this place!"

An invisible wall blocked them, and he watched Thranduil standing there naked, his white body was mottled with blood, and there were deep tooth marks on his shoulders, and he watched his palms burnt by invisible flames, but still Clinging to the barrier trying to break the barrier, watching him yell another man's name like crazy, which is... "Sylosta!"

The ugly guy stretched out his hand, but it seemed that he had encountered some obstacle, it was tough and hot, and it was painful to continue moving forward.He bumped it viciously with his shoulder, completely ignoring the pain piercing his bones, time and time again until he was dragged away by Midrian and Serophin.

Midrian and Serophon took their swords and tried to break through the barrier. No matter how sharp the blade was, it couldn't cut through the barrier, and no amount of force could shake it.

Close at hand, but helpless.

"Redagast!" Gallian came to his senses, and immediately ran out of the dormitory, stumbling towards the direction where Radagast was resting.

After a while, the bewildered wizard was run all the way here by several elves holding his feet off the ground.

"Oh oh oh oh...you're scaring my friend..." Redagast protested from time to time that the elves were so rude that the little bird that lived in his hat was frightened.

However, at this moment, no one was willing to open their mouths to explain anything.

Midrian grabbed Redagast by the shoulder and dragged him to the secret door, "Open it!"

The poor wizard looked at the barrier in a daze, and turned around to ask something, but saw a group of elves staring at him eagerly, and the eyes could not tell whether they were expecting or threatening.

"My crutch..." The poor wizard spread out his hands, and a crutch was thrown from an unknown direction, almost throwing the wizard somersault.

"Okay~" He turned his head, muttered a spell towards the barrier, and hit the four corners of the secret door with the crutch in his hand, a light blue lightning flashed, and the Elf King staggered out of it.

"Your Majesty!" Gallian hastily put the large robe on Thranduil to cover his naked and blood-stained body, "How is your body? Redagast is here and can help you..."

"Where is Cylostat? Where is he?" Thranduil interrupted Gallian's words, looked around anxiously, and paused slightly when his eyes fell on Midrian and Serophin.Although the two were angry, they were safe and healthy.

"Just left the palace and headed west." Midrian replied.

"Look! Get him back! Immediately, immediately!" Thranduil almost lost his mind, his face was ferocious and anxious.Midrian immediately turned and ran away.

Galian found an ointment and daubed Thranduil's injured hand finely, "Your Majesty..."

Thranduil withdrew his hand angrily, "It doesn't matter! You go and see what he took away, send more people to look for it, and bring him back no matter what method you use!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Gallian hurried out, ignoring his sentimentality.

The soldiers in the room quickly evacuated, and Redagast was supported by Serofen to go out with the greatest enthusiasm. In words, Serofen had invited the kind wizard to visit the wine cellar in the dense forest...

Gallian quickly ran towards Thranduil, "Your Majesty."

Thranduil glanced sideways.

"His Highness took the dragon scale away." Gallian whispered.

"Dragon scale?" Thranduil lowered his eyes, "Dragon scale..."

"His Majesty?"

"Keep searching, and report back quickly with news of him."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The dormitory gradually quieted down. Thranduil stood in front of the window restlessly, looking anxiously at the deep jungle outside the window. The large robe was thrown on his body indiscriminately. One shoulder was exposed, and the tooth marks on it were still lingering. Bloodstains, a few red marks scattered around the slender neck...

The ugly guy took a deep look at him, then lowered his head, backed up little by little until he exited the bedroom, exited the long corridor, and retreated into a shadow.

"Can't you see that the one he loves is me?" Cylosta's voice sounded suddenly, and it exploded in his ears like thunder, making him stagger from strength.

"You didn't lie to me..." He whispered like a dream, step by step, he couldn't see the path under his feet, and he didn't know where he was going. He looked back and looked at the bright candlelight in the bedroom. His desolate eyes were full of no grass, "He loves you..."

The Elven King returned to the throne, but the prince disappeared. Midrian led a large number of soldiers to track him down, but he couldn't find the prince after all.No one knew where Selostar had gone, and all tracking and searching were in vain.

Thranduil went from anxious to furious, and finally fell silent helplessly.

The entire underground palace was shrouded in silence, and the empty and tall dome sprinkled a few rays of sunlight, shining on the winding and spreading corridors.Those tall and straight columns stand silently, cold and dignified. They overlook this gorgeous and mysterious hall day by day, watching the immortal elves shuttle through it, and watching the king sitting alone on the throne surrounded by huge antlers. I wonder if they can see through this magnificent and mysterious hall. The joys and sorrows in it are stubborn and decisive.

The king is on the throne, and everything will be fine, every elf comforted himself in this way, except Thranduil himself.

As a king, his existence is undoubtedly the biggest source of support and belief in Jungle.

As an ordinary elf, he just experienced an indescribable nightmare.The simple, ordinary, and beautiful things he longed for, all left him little by little, whether he wanted to or not.

Today, he still holds a scepter, sits on a high throne, and calmly directs the operation of the dense forest.He is a proud elf king and a failed father. He is a powerful warrior on the battlefield and a lonely wandering soul in love. He has everything and nothing.

"The orc army appeared to the north of the Long Lake. According to investigation reports, there are about [-] people." Midrian looked solemn, "Rivendell and Lorraine are already preparing to send troops, and the Lonely Mountain dwarves are also preparing."

"How prepared are we?"

"Uh, before His Royal Highness left, he had already adjusted the army to be ready to go at any time. Midrian lowered his head even lower.

"As long as Rivendell sends us a letter, we will send troops." Thranduil nodded.

"Your Majesty..." Midrian bowed his head and approached Thranduil, "There is still no news from His Majesty."

Thranduil remained silent, holding a thin document in his hand, which was a plan drafted by Cylostar on the section management of the Anduin River.Word by word, neatly.

During his time in power, he has been working hard to learn from his father, and has been doing his best to be a diligent and wise king.

"Perhaps... It is also a good thing for Your Highness to travel abroad. Only after experiencing tempering can he truly grow into an outstanding fighter." Midrian advised cautiously, "Your doting is the biggest obstacle to his growth."

"Go down." Thranduil replied in a low voice.

Midrian hesitated to speak, he raised his head to meet the king's gaze, and under the blue, there was a dry pain like a desert, which was the purest sting and the deepest anxiety.At this moment, no words are enough to soothe the wound in the king's heart, and none of them are enough to calm the deep pain of the king. There is only silence, only silence.He stood there for a moment, then calmed down and left.

The hall was terrifyingly quiet.

The ugly guy stood quietly behind him and stared at him.

Thranduil is still graceful, but he lacks that touch of loneliness and loftiness, like life has lost hope and faith, like trees have lost water and soil, like the night sky has lost the shining Milky Way and nebula.Dry, sad, silent.

The reality is so cruel that even though he seems to have everything, he still loses the treasure he wants most.

I don't know if he was living in Glasgow back then, and the king was also... sad?

The ugly guy sighed slightly.

"Ugly guy..." Wang whispered.

"Your Majesty." He also responded softly.

"Have you found your family?" Wang's voice was low, with a hint of dazed depression, as if it was a dream.

The ugly guy rolled his eyes awkwardly, and replied in the calmest voice, "Yes, I found it."

"That's great." Thranduil stood up from the throne, his eyes fixed on the end of the corridor, "Be with them, and never part again..."

The ugly guy nodded, "Yes."

The two battered hearts were beating slowly, with blood and tears, struggling in the flames.The deep-seated fear lingered in their hearts, quietly, but it existed for a long time.Afraid of being abandoned, afraid of being forgotten, afraid of living alone in this world, being killed inch by inch by loneliness and pain.