Voice of Dragonland

PS: This chapter made me very, very painful. There were too many things I wanted to express, but I lost the ability to control the text for a while. Stories, yet to me, it's a world...

Long Yu has always been known as a high-level worker who has been abused by a high-level worker. He is really a high-level worker after being complained about and touched his face.

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Thranduil is still sitting on the throne, just like the long years of these thousands of years, the vicissitudes of life are bleak.All the brilliance and luster faded like the tide, revealing the depression and emptiness in the bones.Like a weathered rock, it was hollowed out and crushed by time, and finally turned into dust, flying all over the sky.

Unconsciously, a smile line appeared on the corner of the mouth, desolate and cold, all the cautious hopes, all the approaching quietly, collapsed at this moment, revealing the ashes of the battlefield after the smoke.And all his beliefs and expectations were left in the cold ashes and dissipated with the wind.

He finally got up and walked towards the apse.

The long corridor twists and turns, and the amber lamp quietly emits warm yellow light, projecting on his body. It is a warm color, but for no reason it makes him feel icy cold, and even every step he takes can hear subtle crackling The sound of cracking was like breaking ice, like glass falling to the ground.

A carved wooden door shut him out.

His gaze slowly stroked the carved patterns of branches and leaves on the wooden door, and landed on the copper handle. The words were on the verge of his mouth, but he didn't know where to start.

A groan came out from the door weakly and sadly.

Thranduil's eyes flashed, and he stretched out his hand to turn the doorknob. The door lock was locked from the inside, and the handle remained motionless.

Another suppressed moan came from within.

Thranduil exerted force on his wrist, twisted the lock cylinder abruptly, pushed the door open and entered.

The groaning sound amplified immediately, and the person on the carpet curled up like a fetus in the womb. Strange flames burned all over his body, and the exposed skin was scorched and burst, exposing the blood-red muscles, and the muscles were still burning with flames .

Before he had time to think, or even give his brain a signal, Thranduil grabbed the sheet and threw himself on the flame.

The orange flames burned slowly through the fabric, showing no signs of being extinguished.

"No..." A suppressed voice came from the low body, "Don't..."

Thranduil came back to his senses, picked up the vase, and poured the water in the bottle on the flame, but it was useless, the flame still spread unhurriedly, and even the heart of the flame never wavered.The water light slid over his body, fell to the ground, and was quickly absorbed by the thick fabric.Not only the water, but even the surrounding air is dry and cold that is unique to winter. This flame is the only one that burns Legolas!

At that moment, he suddenly lost his eyesight, he couldn't see Legolas' struggle, he couldn't see the strange burning flames, he couldn't see the reality that was enough to strangle him, there was only a piece of muddy ashes in his mind, and he was drowning in it, about to die.

A sharp pain roused him from his chaos.His fingertips touched the flames, and the flames spread suddenly.And the shoulder of Legolas that he touched suddenly went out.

Thranduil tentatively pressed his hand on the flames, and the strange flames immediately coiled up like vines, slowly but irresistibly climbed up the back of his hand bit by bit, burning pain densely biting him, smooth The color of the skin's texture suddenly deepened, wrinkled, and slowly charred and peeled off, revealing the bright red muscles inside.And the flames on Legolas's back visibly thinned out.

"Go!" Legolas let out an out-of-key growl, and he curled up tightly, trying in vain to hide himself.One more place or one less place was roasted by flames, the difference was not big, he didn't even notice that the flames were slowly spreading around Thranduil's arms, he just hid his face in the center of the bent arms, unwilling to let the embarrassed Pain fell into Thranduil's eyes, "Go away!"

"This is the reason..." Thranduil watched the flames bite him bit by bit, and watched Legolas curl up tightly, twitching slightly from the pain.He frowned deeply, the lines on his face were tense, and he looked like an ancient god who was about to get angry. The thunder in his hand would blow the air into pieces at any time!

"Go... don't look at me..." Legolas' voice was cracked and dry, and despair spread, even worse than the flame.

Thranduil curbed his anger and whispered the ancient runes. The elf's spell lit up with holy light around the two of them. In just a short moment, the clear and white light dimmed until it went out .The flame is still burning, not fast or slow.

"Redagast!" Thranduil suddenly woke up, trying to hug Legolas, but he held down his arm.

Shaking his head weakly, Thranduil's last hope was cut off.

"The elf's magic is useless, and Redagast can't do anything about it, you can only bear this alone..." He suddenly choked his breath, his eyes were covered with dizzy gray, he was not drunk but suddenly completely lost his mind.Driven by the burning pain of the flames, strangled by the bleeding pain in his heart, he staggered to his knees, his breathing was heavy and messy, and his eyes were dry and dead.

He can't fall!

Not until Legolas had fully lifted the curse and rid himself of the burning flames!

Thranduil reached out and pulled the curled up Legolas into his arms, and let the flames climb up to his chest little by little. After the sting like needles, there was an unbearable severe burning pain, as if he wanted to rip the inside of his body away. All the blood in his body boiled and evaporated, and he was as strong as Thranduil, and he couldn't help trembling slightly, "No matter what curse... as long as... kill the caster... it can be... lifted..." He His eyes were about to split open, and he gritted his teeth. Word by word, accompanied by the burning pain all over his body, came out of his mouth, "I will kill it...I swear!"

"You..." Legolas suddenly felt that the pain in his back was gradually easing, and the pain from the scorching fire subsided little by little. He raised his face with difficulty, and clearly saw the strange flames on Thranduil's arm. Dancing, like migrating migratory birds, they moved towards Joseph Landier in groups.So all the pain fell on his heart, more violent than the flames.

"No!" Legolas curled himself closer, struggling to break free from Thranduil's embrace, "You go!"

"There is still a way..." Thranduil's lips were as pale as paper, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes.His eyes locked on the burning parts of Legolas' body, and he pressed them one by one with his hands.

The scorching and scorching smell of blood resounded in his palm along with a thin puff of green smoke and a slight hissing sound.While the flames were extinguished on Legolas, they ignited on Thranduil's arms in a more rampant manner.

"It turns out...the key to breaking the curse...is me..."

After he recognized and kissed the ugly guy, Legolas broke out of his ugly body, and now only he can absorb and transfer this flame.

There was a light smile on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly tightened his arms, letting his body be completely close to Legolas.Ren Huoyan ravaged his body, he gently closed his eyes, "You know... right?"

"No!" Legolas stretched out his arms and pressed on Thranduil's shoulder and heart, the palms that were burnt by the flames and exposed the bright red muscles did not hesitate to press down, the pain was like a cone, deep into the bone marrow , but it didn't bring back the flame as expected, only a small flame ignited again inside the muscle.

Thranduil immediately lowered his burning hand with high temperature, and held down the cluster of flames, letting it go out in his naked muscles.

"Why don't you say it?" The light orange flame slowly burned to his throat, the flame core licked his sharp jaw, the white skin gradually wrinkled, and a reddish-brown scar appeared, which gradually expanded, The color deepened, and then the dark red muscles inside were exposed.

"Vera...isn't it enough for me alone..." Legolas wriggled away from his embrace and tried to back away.

There was a slight crisp sound from the muscles and bones, and Thranduil relaxed slightly due to the pain. Seeing Legolas back away, he folded his arms again, wrapping him tightly in his arms, "Don't move!"

"Ah---" Legolas understood what kind of torture it was. The burned skin and muscles couldn't bear more pressure. He didn't dare to break free again and could only roar miserably. Only the blood from his heart could be calmed down. This sudden sharp pain, "Ah--"

All the flames fell on Thranduil's body, he finally let go of his hand, took a staggering step back, bent over and fell to the ground.

The burning pain gnawed at his nerves bit by bit, like countless sharp thorns growing out under his skin, piercing hard into his muscles and bones, drilling deep into his body, the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe.He didn't know how long Legolas had endured such pain alone.He finally knew why Legolas kept refusing nighttime gatherings, refusing his invitations, and wanting to escape from the jungle and him...

"It's because... this cursed flame..." He muttered indistinctly, curled up subconsciously, the pain accumulated to a certain extent, and he couldn't feel the source, it seemed that the whole body was burned to nothing, only the spirit was not extinguished , looking down on him alive, twisting, struggling, and gradually turning into ashes...

"ADA..." Legolas rushed forward and hugged him tightly, trying in vain to extinguish the flames around him.

No, it was useless, the extinguished flames on his scorched and mottled body came back again, and the flames around Thranduil did not decrease at all.

The flames of that night burned extraordinarily long. Legolas didn't know how many times the tears on his cheeks dried up. The flames seemed to burn into his eyes and into his brain, a cloudy and stimulating pain glowing with blood The luster made him unable to see the person in front of him clearly, the pain in his heart, and the resentment that had nowhere to vent turned into another kind of flame, burning his soul.Suddenly, he lost consciousness, shrouded in darkness like every night burning with flames.

Thranduil was dragged back from the dark abyss by a terrifying sharp pain, he opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyes were out of focus, the flames on his body seemed to have been extinguished, but the pain did not diminish at all, his hazy feeling When his curled up body was forcibly pulled away, and the burnt flesh rubbed against the thick fabric, a moan escaped from his mouth, and he suppressed it forcibly.

The clothes were torn violently, pressing on the fragile and burned skin, and the severe pain made him wake up in an instant.

"Legolas?" His voice was dry and hoarse, and the voice he made seemed to be through a layer of frosted glass, hoarse and depressing.

"Ding Dang!" The branch-shaped gem-encrusted brooch made of silver was pulled away, hitting the wall with a crisp sound, and then fell silently into the thick carpet.

Legolas was undressed, the scorched black mottled from the burns disappeared, his skin was as red as if soaked in boiling water, and the temperature was astonishingly high. He did not respond to Thranduil's call, and sat on his stomach with his head buried , reached out and savagely pulled the clothes on his body.

Thranduil watched as Legolas tore open his long gown bit by bit, and rubbed his burnt body with hot palms, blood oozed out of the fragile muscles, the fishy-sweet smell gradually became stronger, and the intense stinging pain aroused He gritted his teeth, "Legolas..."

With all his strength, he cupped his cheeks and met his eyes.

He saw a pair of blood-stained eyes, all the blood vessels on the eyeballs burst, and blood flowed in the eye sockets. The azure blue pupils were dark and dull, absorbing the surrounding light like a black hole without reflecting it at all.He couldn't see where the soul was, and this body had long been out of Legolas' control.Thranduil grabbed his wrist, twisted it vigorously, rolled over and pinned him down, "Legolas!"

He endured the severe pain all over his body, ignored the blood bursting at the joints, and just called anxiously in his ear, "Wake up!"

"Woo..." An indistinct sob echoed in his throat, a tear of blood slipped out of his eye socket, and traveled on his blush cheeks, leaving a dark brown footprint, as if Legolas used his soft heart to move inch by inch. A long road of thorns.

Thranduil was startled, and the strength in his hand immediately relaxed.That drop of blood and tears burned all his reason and the beating blood in his heart.Even if Legolas wants to take out his heart and take his life at this moment, he is willing to accept it calmly.Although he knew that this was not Legolas' original intention, even though he knew that the most sensible thing to do at this moment was to tie him up and imprison him, and wait for him to slowly return to his senses.

He can't bear it, he can't.

Sensing Thranduil's slackness, Legolas quickly turned around and pressed against him. He didn't plunder anything as eagerly as before, but looked down at him with his eyes down.

Time suddenly became viscous and slow, and Thranduil could feel the pain from the burns all over his body slowly fade away, and his muscles were regenerated without leaving any traces.

And Legolas' eyes ignited a strange luster as his appearance recovered.

"Wake up, it's me." Thranduil gently touched his cheek with his fingers, trying to wipe away the bloody gully.However, they have already solidified and dried up, deeply branded on the skin.His voice became tremblingly soft, "It's ADA, it's Thranduil..."

The name was like a spell, which touched the stiff and dull Legolas. He swooped down suddenly, and pressed his hot lips against Thranduil's.

Blood snaked out from between the two touching lips.

It's not a kiss, it's a bite, it's catharsis.

The sharp teeth fell on the soft lips, tearing and gnawing, the blood fell into each other's mouths, and the sweet smell caused a burst of ambiguous panting.

Legolas let go of his lips, and the hot lips fell on the side of his neck together with the turbid breath.

The tingling was like a cone, spreading from the neck, shoulder blades, and collarbone, and bloody teeth marks were engraved on the white to transparent skin.What would happen was clearly written in Legolas' cloudy eyes, and he couldn't wait to tear it while he was biting rudely.The desolation at that moment flowed in Thranduil's eyes, it was acquiescence, numbness, pain, and shame.In the end, there was only deep sadness left.

"Want...to hear me sing?" Thranduil gently stroked Legolas' blond hair with faint softness in his eyes, letting him tear and bite, raging madly around him, "what do you like?" ... song of the sea ..."

"Between the here...Betweenthenow..." He closed his eyes slightly, suppressing the pain, and sang Legolas' favorite ballad intermittently with a trembling voice, "Between...theNorth...Betweenthe...South..."

Legolas' palm was burning with high temperature, burning on his chest, kneading and scratching fiercely, patches of bruises and purples were painted on this celadon-like smooth body like colored glaze.

Pain, humiliation.

He closed his eyes and hummed softly, "Between...theWest...Between...theEast..."

Hard fire burned into his body, and the singing stopped abruptly.

Like a dagger piercing the internal organs, the tearing pain spread from the inside out, the rhythm of breathing was disordered, and sweat dripped from the whole body.

"Lego...Lass..." he called in his ear, two crystal clear teardrops gushed out, slowly slid down his cheeks, leaving faint traces on his temples, and finally fell soundlessly on the carpet.

Thranduil was unaware of this.

After a brief pause, there was a violent impact, collision again and again, bite again and again, blood slowly spilled out, soaking the fabric under his body.

Thranduil stared blankly at the rose pattern on the ceiling, as if what was being torn through at this moment was not his body, but his soul.How the pain accumulates is no longer important, the key is that the inner dryness and mania gradually turned into despair, but he had no way to refuse, nowhere to hide, he just stiffened his body, silently endured and accepted.

"Woo..." Legolas tightly held him in his arms, whimpering and sighing because of lust, more tears of blood slipped from his eyes, dripping on Thranduil's white skin, dripping on his scarred eyes. on the heart.

Thranduil didn't struggle, didn't dodge, he let the fire burn all over his body, leaving unsightly traces, let him rampage in his body, spilling the muddy liquid in the deepest part time and time again.

Legolas didn't mean to stop at all, he hit and vented fiercely, as if he wanted to destroy the perfect body in front of him, as if he wanted to pour out all the anger from purgatory.

The body has lost the perception of pain, Thranduil gasped, trying to see Legolas's appearance clearly, but there was only a blur of blood in front of his eyes, the water light blocked his vision, and Legolas only had a hazy Light and shadow moved on his body.

He stretched out his hand and touched his cheek. His fingers were covered with ice-cold liquid, and the sorrow that swept over him like a raging tide suddenly woke up. It roared and exploded all over his body. For a while, his blood froze and his breath stagnated.The surroundings faded away, leaving only the heart-piercing pain, like the ringing of a bell, stirring endlessly.

He suddenly smiled, his lips full of wounds curved into an elegant arc, he stretched out his hand to gently embrace Legolas' hot shoulder, and continued the song of the sea with a hoarse voice.

"Between...the time...Between...the...place...From...the shell...The Song...of the Sea...Neither...quietnor...calm...Searching for...love again,...Moghrá (Mylove)... "