Voice of Dragonland

The white snow is flying, the white horse is galloping, the horse's hoof splashes a little slush, and the elf on the horse has blond hair flying. If it weren't for the profound solemnity between the brows, this picture would be almost dreamlike.

Lorraine was still quiet and sacred, not at all messy or depressed due to the raging flames of war.

"Sylosta, son of Thranduil in the Deepwood, ask to see Lady Galadriel." He dismounted in front of the forest, his voice laced with desperate pathos.

Haldir walked out of the forest in surprise, "Your Highness, why are you coming to Lorraine at this time?"

"Haldir, can I see my lady?" Selosta asked, "It won't take up too much of my lady's time."

Haldir's clear eyes fell on Selosta's snow-stained face, "Why do you insist on seeing Madam?"

"Because in this world..." Selosta smiled, desolate and thin, "Only she can tell me the truth."

Above the snow-covered canopy, the silver-white colonnade is tall and slender, and the dome is transparent, which seems to be integrated with the ice and snow.Galadriel is wearing a long silver-white silk dress, and the silver crown on her forehead is cold and gorgeous, beautiful and beautiful.

"Madame..." Selosta didn't salute, didn't show restraint, didn't have the devotion or respect that all elves should have when they see her.He watched her with tears in his eyes, as if she was the last dependence and salvation in his life.

"My child." Galadriel stood up. "Tell me, why are you here at this hour?"

"I want an answer..." Selosta's tears rolled down her face, "a truth..."

Galadriel looked at him, and the warmth in her eyes slowly flowed, "Even if this answer is not something you can bear, even if no one wants to see this answer, you must pursue it and get it ?"

"Yes, I want it!" Selosta let the tears wash over his sour heart, "I want..."

"Sylosta, your father named you Chenxi, which means that you are the sunshine that illuminates his life, and also a symbol of hope and light. Why do you linger in the dark corners and cling to unacceptable emotions?" Galadriel's eyes were clear, looking through his body and into the depths of his soul.

"If this is optional, if this is something that can be given up and changed, naturally I don't have to suffer, suffer day and night, and cannot sleep peacefully..." Selosta shook her head, "I have fallen into madness, driven by such feelings. There is no way out, there is no possibility of escape..."

Galadriel sighed, "I thought giving him hope 300 years ago was his redemption and consolation, now... I'm not so sure."

"Please have mercy..." Selosta shook her head slightly, "Let me know the truth..."

Galadriel gently raised her hand to wipe away the tears on his face, "Not all the truth can be accepted. If you leave here, you can continue to live with this identity. If you stay, you will lose your support. Can't go back."

"Let me just take a look at the real face..." Cylosta smiled, and the ashes of shattered hopes rose in the smile.

The water in the bottle is clear and pure, gurgling into the water mirror, the brilliance emitted in an instant is as bright and dazzling as the sun at noon.That is the light that belongs to God, and it is the unique brilliance of Vera.

Galadriel's white palm fell on Selosta's shoulder, and then went away lightly, leaving him alone to face the story in the water mirror.

The weeping elf pulled Vera's skirt and begged endlessly. The face of the god was calm and solemn, but finally showed a trace of unbearable.

An unbelievable smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, and he staggered a step, barely standing still.He had to swallow the air and clenched his fists tightly. Only in this way could he be sure that he was still alive and still existed in this world.

"Mythrillas..." He murmured this strange name, his heart hurt like an electric current, and at that moment, Vera's words were clear in his ears.

"Since you have already left, why do you need to return to the hometown that caused you pain? It is true that it is the only one you love, but it also bears the pain that you cannot bear. My child, you can't save him from despair. Your appearance, but It is another kind of torture. He has already forgotten it in the vicissitudes of life, and he has already cared about him. To you, meeting and staying together in a different way is no less than drinking poison to quench your thirst. Even so, do you want to go back?"

He heard the grief in the depths of his soul, he heard the crying cry of his own blood, "I am willing... I am willing to return to him in the form he wants, I am willing to make up for his loss of Legolas, I am willing... ..."

"Hehehe...hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..." He laughed loudly, tears poured down like a rainstorm, his blood boiled, and he went upstream, a mouthful of hot blood splashed out of his mouth.

"Thranduil... Thranduil..." He called out his name, asking his own soul, "Why did I come back...why did I appear in front of you with such a face..."

Snowflakes fluttered wantonly, and the light of the water mirror faded away, only Selosta walked on the new snow alone, and Yu Yu walked alone.

"Vera is right, your world has long allowed me to set foot. And no matter what form I come back, I can't stop myself from falling in love with you, I can't stop myself from giving up love..." He smiled, ice and snow condensed on his cheeks, leaving Two crystal ditches, "Why did I come back...why did I grow up beside you...why did I become like this..."

The coldness of winter fell on his heart and turned into snow that could not melt away. His smile was broken and messy. The world was so big that there seemed to be no room for him anymore.Touching the warmth with his fingers, he lowered his eyes and looked at the sword at his waist. Midrian's serious face suddenly appeared in his mind, the carefree smiling faces of the elves in the dense forest, and Thranduil's calm and peaceful face. In his eyes, dragon flames rose up, burning and licking the treasures in his heart little by little... There was a trace of anxiety and resentment in his empty eyes, and his vain footsteps gradually gained direction.

Sunshine caressed the woodland elves without hesitation, and described their resolute and courageous faces in detail.The golden armor is reflected in the snow, and the golden light is overflowing. Nearly ten thousand iron hooves are marching towards the north of the long lake on the road of elves.

Thranduil marched in military uniform.Legolas followed closely beside him.The two were very close, but they were silent.

Legolas glanced secretly at Thranduil's profile.The sun fell on his side face, the white skin was almost transparent, and the eyes flashed, rippling with intricate thoughts.Legolas seemed to be able to smell the delicate and mellow fragrance emanating from him, like fine wine, intoxicating and intoxicating, which would linger to the end of the world, or to the end of life.

He sighed without a trace, pressing down the softness in his heart.

Thranduil looked into the distance, through the surrounding towering ancient trees, the end of his sight was nothing but a flat white.

Loneliness and mania gradually turned into despair, and the only comfort was that what he was looking forward to would eventually come.

He suddenly looked back, looking at Legolas.

Legolas didn't have time to put away the desolation and loneliness in his eyes, so he had to meet his gaze directly.

Thranduil showed a smile.

The most beautiful pounding wind is no match for the softness and purity of this smile, which makes people have the urge to sing loudly.

Legolas lowered his eyes and looked away.

So the smile faded and disappeared without leaving a trace.

Thranduil and his party arrived north of Long Lake in the evening.

Elrond stepped forward to Thranduil with a solemn expression, "Myking."

"Lord." Thranduil stepped into the tent with him, "How is Midrian?"

"I don't know when I will wake up." Elrond gently lifted a corner of the thin quilt, exposing some of Midrian's gauze-wrapped back, "The area is too large, and the injury is serious."

"Can you cure him?" Thranduil frowned.

"I'll try my best." Elrond sighed, "I'm afraid it will take some time, and the battlefield is not suitable for recuperating."

"I'm sorry to trouble you to take care of it..." Thranduil nodded, "And..."

"His Royal Highness Selosta is safe, and Lord Glorfindel is taking care of him." Elrond knew Thranduil's concern, and answered each one without waiting for him to ask.

Thranduil was silent for a moment, "Elrond, how long have we known each other?"

"Why did you say this suddenly?" The lord was a little surprised, but he replied gently, "It's been more than 3000 years."

"Can I trust you and entrust my heart to you?"

"What's the matter with you?" Elrond frowned, "Do we still need to be so polite?"

"Elrond, my request is really difficult, even if that person is you."

"But it's okay to say."

"Sylostat... I will leave it to you. Please help me take care of him and educate him. You are the greatest wise man in Middle-earth, and you are also a loving father. Only when you discipline him can I feel at ease." Thranduil Lowering his eyes, there was a helpless reluctance in his expression, "Don't let him set foot in the jungle again, he is no longer my son..."

Elrond stared dumbfounded.

"That's my request."

"You are crazy!" Elrond got up and paced back and forth in the tent, "He is your beloved son, your only hope and comfort for hundreds of years, even if he did something wrong in a moment of confusion, you will not be afraid." As for deportation and deprivation of surnames."

"This is...the last plan I can make for him." Thranduil forced a smile, "If you still remember our friendship and remember that I am your best friend, please promise me to take him in and teach him he."

"I..." Elrond's eyes froze, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to leave for a while." Thranduil turned his eyes away, a little melancholy in his smile.

"Thranduil." Elrond took a step closer, "tell me why."

"Forgive me for not being able to explain." Thranduil got up, "If you don't want to, I have to visit Lorraine..."

"I promise you." Elrond held his wrist, "I am willing to take care of and teach him as my child, and you must promise me... not to give up your life."

Thranduil pursed his lips, "I promise you."

Elrond looked closely at the corners of his eyes and brows, as if wanting to see a trace of perfunctory, but there was no, Thranduil was still indifferent and calm, as he had been for thousands of years.

Elrond nodded: "Please remember your promise."

Thranduil nodded: "That's the end of the private matter. Please tell the Lord about the battle situation so that I can arrange people to join the alliance."

"The orc army launched attacks from time to time." Elrond followed Thranduil out of Midrian's camp and walked towards the main camp. I didn't catch up, and in the next few contacts, I didn't see the figure of the dragon, but there were strange orcs participating in the battle."

"Alien orc?" Thranduil frowned.

"Yes, the Alien Beastmen are stronger than Babot. Their flesh is as hard as iron. They are hard to penetrate and uncontrollable. They attack indiscriminately. They not only slaughter elves and dwarves, but also the orcs. The battlefield is for them , is a huge dining table, and the soldiers running on it are all delicious food." Elrond's eyes were far-reaching and anxious.

"Don't you see a deja vu resemblance to this species?"

Elrond pondered for a moment, a thin layer of sweat rolled down his back, "Lothar?"

Thranduil didn't answer, but just looked at him gravely, "Babbott crossed Lothar with orcs in an attempt to get more powerful fighters, but these fighters didn't completely obey him."

"Your idea makes sense... It's just that our swords against Lothar were taken away by Mithrandil and destroyed until today..."

"Today is the time to come in handy." Gandalf's voice sounded ahead.

"Above the Valar..." Elrond breathed a sigh of relief, watching Gandalf standing in the tent with a chariot full of swords.

midnight.

A bonfire was burning in the camp, elf sentinels stood on the tall towers, and their bright eyes traveled across the quiet land.

A sharp arrow flew towards him silently. The elf drew out his sword, cut off the feathered arrow, and was about to send out a signal, but was shot by the feathered arrow that followed. His tall body swayed slightly, slumped dump.

The orcs all the way approached the joint army camp quietly.

Chakel's thin skin tightly wraps his thin head, showing a bloodthirsty smile, gently raising his hand, the camp is close in front of him, as long as he waves his hand, the surprise attack team behind him will sneak in quietly, and they will be able to unknowingly The army of killing elves was caught off guard.

The orc silently lowered his body, only waiting for Chuckel's order...

"Roar—" A roar resounded through the sky.

Chuck suddenly became depressed, "Get out, get out!"

The camp sounded the horn of the elf's ring.

A few alien beastmen came running. In the darkness, the eyes of the beasts reflected the green light. The thick teeth of the beasts protruded from the mouth, and the sticky and smelly saliva dripped down the tips of the teeth. The orc, not afraid of the weapon in its hand, tore it into several pieces and greedily stuffed it into his mouth. Blood spurted from the corpse, and the sound of chewing the bones was extremely ear-piercing.After devouring a few orcs in this way, the orcs turned their attention to the camp of elves.

Low growls rolled in their throats, they bent down, landed on all fours, and rushed towards the camp.

An elf stood at the gate of the camp.

Tall and slender, the long golden hair glowed golden against the firelight.

The orc's claws exerted strength, soared into the air, flew as high as a person, and rushed towards the elf.

The elf raised his eyes, and drew out a sword flower full of cold light from the long sword in his hand.

The strange orc smashed down, and in the light of the calcium carbide fire, its head suddenly tilted on the neck, and then fell straight down. The headless cavity was stunned for a moment before spewing out large streams of stinky blood.

The blade is sharp and will not be stained with blood.

The elf walked past the corpse, pointing his sword at the ground, and met another alien beastman.

The sharp claws grazed the side of his face, and the curved black nails were about to touch his white cheeks. The stench from the strange orc's dirty mouth hit the door, and the red residue between the teeth could be clearly seen. minced meat.

With a flash of sword light, it cut into the animal's mouth, the slender arm exerted force, and the tip of the sword pierced through the skull, spattering dark brown blood.The roar suddenly subsided.

The strong wind behind him was mixed with malice, and hit the back of his head.The elf didn't look back, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword cut open from the side of the orc's face, drawing a silver arc in the air, and sank into the side of the neck of the orc behind him.

The blood bloomed all over his body and spread all over the ground. The blood from the heavy body of the alien orc melted the ice and snow, splashing mud all over the ground.

The surroundings became quiet, and he looked back slowly. There was no emotion in his eyes, but he took a deep look at the tall figure standing by the campfire.

"Sure enough, only such a sharp sword can kill the beastman." Elrond's eyebrows gradually stretched, "Now the army has a little chance of winning."

Thranduil watched Legolas walking towards the camp.

"Father, lord." Legolas handed back the sword to Elrond.

"It's yours now." Elrond smiled softly. "It's good to see you safe and sound."

Legolas lowered his eyes, safe and sound?He sighed in his heart, he didn't know how many years it would take to gradually smooth out the twists and turns of the century.He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Thranduil, the bitterness in the corner of his mouth deepened.

Perhaps, forever.

The sky suddenly dawned, and the horns of the orcs hummed, tearing apart the tranquility of dawn on the plain.

The huge iron fence opened.

Countless orcs rushed straight towards the army of elves, like locusts crossing the border, with a speed that was unstoppable.

The heavy armored infantry of the Elf Legion stepped forward, the sharp sword in their hands against the reflection of the snow, cold and hard, just like their eyes.

With a sharp blade in hand, even the alien orcs who are as ferocious as returning from hell can slash and kill like ordinary orcs, except that they need to be faster to avoid their sharp claws and bites.

The tides of the elf army and the alien orcs collided together, stirring up bright red waves, and then boiling, with severed limbs and heads flying into the air from time to time, throwing out arcs of death.

Legolas held a sharp sword in his hand, and stood firmly by Thranduil's side. No matter whether he was attacking or defending, no matter whether the front line was tight or he was chasing after the victory, he would not leave an inch.

In his eyes, the safety of the whole world is not as dangerous as his.Or, he has already become the whole of his world.What he insisted on, and what he needed to risk his life to defend, was only him.

Thranduil did not charge at the front, but stayed at the end of the formation and watched the battlefield.

His eyes were calm, like a pool of water that had never been blown by the wind.

"Barbert!" Legolas yelled softly.

Thranduil narrowed his eyes, and behind the orc army, there was a smear of blue gray. Babot's one eye reflected the luster of the snow, and stared coldly at the alliance army.Even though the distance was far, Thranduil still clearly read the one-eyed Yewang's cold eyes, the desire for death and killing, the pursuit of conquest and slavery.He quietly conveys his cruelty and warning, provocation and strength.

The corners of Thranduil's lips were straightened, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he returned a sneer with contempt.

With sharp weapons in their hands, the elf soldiers didn't have a long stalemate in this battle. The orcs quickly gave up fighting and retreated behind the iron fence.

The orc army gradually retreated, retreating to the foot of the mountain.

Under the command of Elrond, the elven army also retreated to the rear.

The battlefield was covered with corpses and limbs, and the blood was sprinkled on the ground, which melted the ice and snow, and soon solidified again, forming large areas of crimson hideous ice.

The soldiers around him started to retreat, but Thranduil still stood in place.

"ADA?" Legolas whispered.

"Go." Thranduil turned the deer's head, and withdrew with the army.