Voice of Dragonland

PS: This chapter is really rushed, and the volume is not particularly large, but the plot is still advancing, and the monsters under the canyon will also show their true colors.This chapter is not considered abuse, you can watch the king's aura~~———

The lights in the tent were dim, and Thranduil sat there for a while, then got up and took the armor that was put aside.

"Mylord!" Gallian stood up hastily, "What are you doing?"

"Go down the valley." Thranduil's voice was low and hoarse.

"You can't!" Galian pressed the armor, "You are injured, it is really not suitable to climb down the valley at this moment, Faerun has conveyed your order, the army will go down the valley for you, and will find..."

Galian couldn't go on talking, he looked at the shattering pain in Thranduil's eyes, the gnawing anxiety, and the despair he was trying to suppress, had he ever seen the king so desolate and mournful?

Thranduil grabbed the armor and put it on with great effort.The freshly bandaged wound overflowed with blood, quickly staining the bandage red.

"Mylord!" Gallian knelt on one knee, "You can't..."

Thranduil put on his shoulder armor, and picked up the long knife that was lying on the side.His thick eyebrows were furrowed tightly, and under his pale complexion was the determination to fight to the death.

"Mylord!" Gallian looked up, "You can't go!"

"How can I leave him alone in that place surrounded by demons?" Thranduil clenched the long knife in his hand, "If I can't return... let Midrian find another king!"

Galian stood up and stood in front of Thranduil. The always humble and accommodating butler exuded an aggressive aura, "I will not let you leave, nor will I convey such an order."

Thranduil looked at him, with a trace of gentleness in his eyes, "Did my royal father also convey the same order?"

"The former king..." Gallian's heart sank, and the sour pain spread from his heart, like an old wound reminding him of the passing of time in rainy weather. He couldn't bear to look at the desolate expression on the king's face.

"The dense forest is my duty, and Legolas... is my duty!" Thranduil stepped forward, "My father made the same choice back then, right?"

Gallian closed his eyes and finally sighed, "I'll go with you."

Thranduil bypassed Galian and walked out of the tent, he did not refuse the butler's company, he knew that this was Galian's last line.

The jungle army has already lined up in front of his tent, but it is not for the canyon.

"My King!" Midrian, together with other nobles in the dense forest, bent down to salute him.

"What's the matter?" Thranduil frowned.

"Bold and humble, I have sent an advance troop down the valley to investigate. Your Majesty, please rest at ease in the tent." Midrian said, although respectful, he did not allow Thranduil to refute.

"Presumptuous!" Gallian's eyes widened in shock, his chest heaved violently, "You actually tampered with the king's order without permission!! You!!!"

Thranduil looked at Midrian with deep and indifferent eyes as always, as if he was not the one who was offended.

Midrian bowed his head deeply, stepped forward to Thranduil's side, and whispered in his ear, "MyKing, your prince is your only relative, but everyone in this team has relatives, you You can’t let them die in vain when the situation in the valley is unknown! I can’t let you fall here, even if you execute me afterwards, I’m willing!”

Thranduil stood still, his eyes were looking at the valley of mist, his face sank like water, and after a long time, he said, "I am looking for my child in the name of a father. From now on, the military power will be entrusted to Midrian." After all, strode into the darkness.

"Your Majesty!" Midrian said loudly, "If you make a mistake, what will happen to the entire jungle, have you considered?" He pointed at the army of the jungle, "Their future! Have you considered it?"

Thrandilton stayed, light golden hair scattered behind his shoulders, fluttering gently with the breeze, he looked back slowly.Such a mighty and heavy majesty of the emperor pressed down heavily from the top of Midrian's head, causing him to bend his spine involuntarily, facing the most tyrannical king in Middle-earth with a more respectful attitude. "My child has fallen to the bottom of the valley. If I have no ability to rescue him, what face will I have to look after the people in the entire dense forest?"

"I'll go down the valley for you!" Midrian stepped forward, "Please return to the camp!"

Thranduil showed a smile, "Midrian, thank you for your loyalty...my child, I will find it myself!"

Midrian closed his eyes helplessly, "At least, wait for the advance troops to send back a signal, then you..."

Thranduil was already walking towards the canyon, and Galian followed closely.

"Will follow the king through fire and water!" A voice suddenly came out from the team.

"Will follow my king through thick and thin!!!" The voice of the mountain shouted everywhere, and the army of the dense forest gathered the whole team without anyone giving orders, and followed Thranduil forward.

"Stop!" Midrian shouted loudly, "Don't leave the barracks before sunrise!"

The army continued to move forward without the slightest hesitation.

Thranduil stopped in his tracks, "Stand by!"

The armies stand still, remaining in place like sculptures.

Thranduil resolutely walked in the direction of the mist.

Midrian sighed deeply, "The former king... how should I choose..."

The fog in front of him was getting heavier and heavier, and there was a cliff within a hundred steps. Thranduil moved forward without hesitation. In the thick fog, even lighting a torch was useless. With the eyes of the elves, he could Seeing places that ordinary people can't reach, but in this magical fog, it is only ten meters away.

Gallian took a few steps quickly, ahead of the king. He was alert and patient, arching his back, ready to go.

A black shadow on the edge of the cliff came into Galian's sight, and Gallian quickly pulled out a feathered arrow from his back and put it on the bowstring.

"Who?"

"Gallian?" It was Fei Lun's voice!

Gallian took a few steps, "Ferren! How's the situation?"

Fei Lun frowned, "Look." He pointed down the cliff, several ropes were hanging down from the cliff, some of them were stretched straight, showing that someone was pulling the ropes, and some were hanging loosely on the cliff, showing that they had been No one used, "No one is responding at the moment, in a moment, I will pull the rope back."

Thranduil took a step forward, grabbed one of the ropes and pulled it upwards. Gallian and Faerun hurriedly helped to pull the rope together. The rope was very heavy, a kind of lifeless sinking. , but a boulder!

The three of them worked hard, and the rope was soon dragged up.

The part of the rope near the bottom was stained with blood. The three of them had already prepared themselves, but they couldn't help gasping when they saw the object tied to the end of the rope.

It was an elf, or in other words, an elf with only the spine and head left. Dozens of bloody corpses were entwined on the rope, and were dragged out from the bottom of the valley by the three of them together...

Thranduil bent down to check.

Only the head and spine remained in each corpse, and the fractures were uneven, like the marks left after being bitten by some huge monster.

"This is..." Thranduil frowned, and looked down the cliff again. There was thick fog, and it was pitch black, bottomless.Such a terrible situation, Legolas... the uneasiness in his heart was like a knife stirring an axe, and he couldn't wait any longer.

He resolutely pulled a rope and flew down.

"King!" Fei Lun was startled, grabbed the rope and pulled it up quickly.

And Thranduil swayed lightly, quickly changed a rope and continued down.

"Ah!" Fei Lun hit the cliff heavily, and had no choice but to choose a rope and climb down quickly with Thranduil.Gallian left a mark on the edge of the cliff, then grabbed the rope and descended.

The fog was thick, and Thranduil's speed was too fast, and he disappeared after a while.

Fei Lun was in a hurry, so he could only keep going down, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the movement around him.

The canyon is unusually deep.

Going down like this with all my strength, after half an hour of effort, there is still no sign of reaching the bottom.

The further it went down, the heavier Fei Lun's heart was. In such a harsh environment, could His Highness survive the trauma?He didn't dare to think about it, so he just followed the rope down blindly.

A figure appeared obliquely below him, and Fei Lun was alerted immediately, holding his dagger in front of him on guard.

"The rope is at the end." Thranduil's voice sounded low.

"Mylord!" Phelan breathed a sigh of relief.

Thranduil's figure quickly disappeared into the mist.

Faerun groaned. Never before had their king been so capricious.Fortunately, Galian also arrived here, the two discussed it, gave up the rope, and climbed down.

The rock is dark brown, the tentacles are hard and cold, and sand and stones slide down from time to time, even the light and flexible woodland elves have to be careful not to stumble and fall.

"Mylord..." Faerun didn't dare to speak out, so he had to lower his voice and shout.

There was silence in the mist.

This silence is full of depression and death, which makes people shudder.

Faerun's call went unanswered.

He and Gallian looked at each other, the uneasiness in his heart gradually expanded, and he couldn't help breathing quickly.

It's not that Thranduil doesn't want to respond, but that he can't make a sound for the time being.

He went down the cliff, and when he reached the bottom of the valley, he encountered a huge cave with sporadic orc remains at the entrance. He landed on the edge of the cave very lightly, and looked inside.

The stench is tangy.The stench of corruption and the smell of blood are mixed together, making people want to vomit.

Compared with the scene inside the cave, these smells are just insignificant episodes.

Thranduil quietly crouched at the entrance of the cave, frowning at everything he saw.

The fog in the cave is thin, and the sound of chewing can be heard clearly.The monster behind the mist is entrenched in this cave.It has no face, and the part that resembles a skull has a huge mouth full of sharp teeth. It has a huge body and is covered in black and white.It has two pairs of claw-like upper limbs, and they are holding an orc's leg to fill its huge mouth, biting the flesh and chewing the bones. The pieces of meat are crushed in its mouth, and a little bit of blood and flesh foam is splashed out. "Crackling" the sound of bones being crushed makes one's ears sour.Under the mountain-like abdomen, there are tentacles like octopus tentacles, they hover around it, looking lazy.And under the shadow of his habitat, there are still many overlapping bodies, including orcs and elves. They are obscured by the huge body of monsters and the shadows cast by countless tentacles, and the details cannot be seen clearly, but they Still move, they are alive!

Thranduil clenched the long knife in his hand, thinking about how to sneak into the cave, and give the bastard a fatal blow while he didn't notice it!

An extremely soft calling sounded, "Mylord..."

Thranduil was startled, and lay motionless at the entrance of the cave, watching the movement of the monster vigilantly.

The chewing sound stops suddenly.Countless tentacles protruded from the cave and spread out in all directions.

A tentacle barely passed by the corner of Thranduil's clothes, he remained motionless and even held his breath.The tentacle hovered beside him for a moment, before finally striking in the other direction.

Originally, he could only perceive movements and sounds, but Thranduil understood it, and continued to dormant.

This dormancy did not last long.

The two tentacles flew past his side with two bodies and the sound of shouting, and burrowed into the cave!