Voice of Dragonland

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A dark cloud billowed from the sky.The pale daylight was completely obscured.

Under the shadows, above the surface, countless shadows surged.

Elrond stood on the horse and slowly drew the sword in his hand.

There was a contemptuous smile on the corner of Glorfindel's mouth: "The rabble."

The roars of the wargs came one after another, and suddenly quieted down again. Another more terrifying roar pierced the clouds, piercing and sharp, like undead from the ground, like from the end of a nightmare.

The elf army responded immediately, the cavalry retreated, and the heavy armored infantry spread straight up in a fishing net formation.The wing arrays on both sides are all spearmen, slightly embracing the center, forming a half-moon shape.Just wait for the orcs to advance and crucify them in the center of the half-moon.

The alien orcs came running at a speed beyond the limit of animals. Feathered arrows and spears streaked across the sky like a meteor shower and plunged into the herd of beasts, but they could not stop their footsteps.

The pale sharp teeth were turned out of the mouth, and the scarlet eyes refracted the violent light, bringing death and destruction to the world.

"Row!" The long sword in Elrond's hand slashed down, and the cold light flashed across, stirring up a cloud of snow mist.

The heavy armored elf moved forward, the long sword in his hand reflected the cold light, and collided with the fangs of the alien orc.

Blood splatter.Limbs stretched across.

Thranduil was holding a long knife, and stared indifferently at the soldiers rushing forward like a tide.

Legolas stood beside him silently.

They are waiting.

Waiting for the real battle to start, waiting for the enemy to show his sharpest blade.

The elf warriors had already broken through the array of alien orcs, fighting all the way forward.The cavalry attacked and went straight to the rear of the orc army.

The situation in this battle is clear and there is no suspense.

only……

A whimpering horn sounded, humming across the plain.

At the end of the horizon, a huge monster slowly rises.The sulfurous smell suddenly became thicker, the hot wind blew against the ground, the coagulated blood flowed and rolled again, and the stench was thick and pungent.

An ominous shadow suddenly enveloped the elf's head.

"Dragon!" The elves looked around anxiously.

"Scatter!" Elrond put away his long sword, anxiously watching the shadow moving towards them quickly along the horizon.The elf army quickly dispersed, and dispersed to the shelter prepared in advance.

"Bow!" Glorfindel shouted.

Two elf warriors raised a huge bow that was one and a half long.

The thick bow arms rest on the warrior's shoulders, aiming steadily at the sky.Glorfindel took the long arrow, nearly half the length of a man, and set it on the bowstring.Hold the nock of the arrow with your right hand and pull the bowstring hard.

The giant bow was half drawn, and the arrow pointed directly at Pallato's throat.

"Almost...a bit!" Sweat condensed on his forehead, and the veins on his neck bulged, but he didn't have any more strength to fully open the crossbow.

The moment is fleeting.

A figure flew across the crowd quickly, and a hand landed on Glorfindel's wrist, pulling the bow string fiercely.

"No!" Glorfindel gritted his teeth, "It will deviate!"

Legolas raised his head, looking anxiously at the approaching dragon.

"Don't let go!" Legolas jumped up, stepped on the bowstring with both feet, supported the arms of the bow with both hands, let the long arrow stick to his body, kept the shooting angle, and stretched the crossbow with all his strength. It is fully opened, pointing proudly at the sky.

Glorfindel was almost half lying on the ground, his arm was as steady as cast iron holding the arrow, his blue eyes narrowed, and he accurately calculated the angle.

Palato's thick neck like a python is close in front of him.Up close, you can see the huge array of scales and sharp teeth.

The dragon flames gushed out against the ground, only ten meters away from them, and the heat wave rushed over, burning unbearably.

"Legolas!" Thranduil's roar sounded not far away.

Legolas smiled back, then looked down at Glorfindel.

"Closer..." Glorfindel murmured.The ground under his feet had already ignited a small flame, but it was not enough to make the warrior flinch.

"Now!" he roared, releasing his right hand.

Legolas leaped back, releasing his crossbow.

The long arrow pierced into the sky with a sharp whistle.

The flames had reached Glorfindel's feet, but suddenly dimmed.

Legolas jumped out of the flames, rolled on the spot and crushed the tiny flames on his body.

The two looked up at the sky at the same time.

Palator uttered a long and shocking howl, roaring like thunder, and the ground under his feet trembled slightly. Legolas picked up Glorfindel and ran towards Thranduil.

There was a loud noise behind him, and Legolas looked back.

Palato fell to the ground.The long arrow pierced the side of its neck, and blood dripped down the neck to the ground, turning into balls of burning flames, dancing violently.It's just that the wound doesn't look fatal.Pallato let out a long roar, and the light blue light shattered all over its body, as if it had broken some shackles or a curse.The heat of the flame suddenly became stronger, scorching the surface like purgatory, and the heat wave rushed and rolled, as if suddenly entering the scorching heat from winter, evaporating every drop of water on the land.

Legolas gritted his teeth, clenched the long sword in his hand, and made a gesture to rush forward.

"You're crazy!" Glorfindel grabbed his arm, "You must kill it, but not now!"

Legolas grabbed his wrist and pulled it away soundlessly, not hard, but not refusing.

A figure stood beside him, the two looked at each other, lowered their bodies at the same time, and rushed forward.

"Thranduil!" Glorfindel yelled.

All the troops retreated, scattered and disappeared in every corner of the plain.The orc troops also gradually withdrew to the rear.

The battlefield scorched by flames turned into a circle with a radius of several feet. At the center of the circle was the huge and heavy body of Pallato. There were no other living creatures around, but there were two elves running towards the center of the circle.

They know this is an opportunity, perhaps, the last chance.

Thranduil's twin knives came out of their sheaths and cut through the air. The sharp blades shone with the light of the fire and were slightly red.He lowered his body and ran with all his strength, a deep notch formed between his slightly frowned brows, absorbing all the tragic turmoil on the battlefield.

Legolas held the sword in both hands, fixed his eyes on several vital points of Palato, and quickly calculated the angle and strength of the attack.

The two jumped up simultaneously, flames burning beneath their feet.The hot wind hit them, but it couldn't stop their fierce attack.Pallato turned his head hard, his golden eyes stared at them coldly.

Glorfindel's heart hung in the air, his eyes fixed on the two jumping in the air and making an attacking posture.

The ground under his feet suddenly shook.Glorfindel staggered, looked up again, pale with shock.

Gone, the dragon disappeared out of thin air with Thranduil and Legolas.

If it wasn't for the flames still remaining on the ground, if it wasn't for the scorching smell in the air, he would even think that all of this was an illusion.

"Thranduil!" Elrond's mournful cry sounded.

Glorfindel murmured, "It's not a hallucination..."

Orcs are back!

Glorfindel had to raise his sword to fight.

The elf warriors who were scattered and hiding were surrounded by orcs swarming up before they had time to form a formation.

A wobbly orc with a sling on his back appeared at the end of the line.

Barbot appeared on the rock behind the giant orc.

There was a hint of a smile on his blue-gray face, and a ferocious gleam shot out of his one eye.

Chuckel approached tremblingly, "The leader...Palato...disappeared..."

Barbot snorted coldly, "It won't last long, let it go, the important thing now is how to deal with these firstborn children of Iluvita."

"Yes..." Chuckel lowered his head, then waved behind him, "Come on! Hurry up!"

The giant orcs hurled flaming boulders.

Bolides were flying in the sky, making deep dents one after another on the ground. The elves gathered hastily and were scattered by the orcs. The situation suddenly became serious.

Where the giant orcs are not easy to be penetrated in the rear, both offense and defense are difficult problems.

Elrond tried his best to gather the troops and straighten the broken formation.

The roar of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded, and Elrond looked up into the distance.

An elf shuttled nimbly among the giant orcs, jumping up and down one after another, causing the giant orcs to fall down continuously.

"Selosta?" He didn't have time to think about it, he returned to his senses and killed the approaching orcs, shouted orders, and assembled the team.

"Lord!" Selosta came over from a distance, "Where is my father?" Elrond was startled, the lines on the corners of his mouth became bitter and anxious, "It disappeared."

"Disappeared?" Selosta's eyes widened, and she grabbed Elrond's robe, "What do you mean by disappeared?"

How can you chat on the battlefield?Elrond turned around to kill the orcs, intermittently described the time before and after the disappearance of Palathor, and then led the elf warriors to charge to the front of the formation.

"Disappear..." Selosta's chest heaved violently, and he stared blankly at the smoky land exuding a vague burning smell.

The strong wind hit from under his ribs, Selosta didn't look back, the dragon scale in his hand flashed, and he walked forward.

The orc behind him froze, the ax in his hand fell, and the blood sprayed from his throat formed a fan, staining the scorched land in front of him red.

In the center of the circle, the ground under his feet was scorching hot, but he could not see any clues. He took a deep breath of the air full of smoke and dust, his body trembling slightly, "ADA..." Selosta murmured.The breeze rose against the ground, blowing a bloody smell.He hurriedly turned his body and searched around, "ADA——"

Heart-piercing shouts rose from the ground, pierced the sky sharply, and soon subsided in the battlefield of screaming and killing.

The only response to him was the crisp sound of the collision of weapons, the heavy landing of the flesh, and the cry of dying.

It was dark before his eyes, and the sense of weightlessness pulled his internal organs, Thranduil subconsciously wanted to grab the arms of the people around him, but he dared not swing his arms easily because of the two knives in his hands.

There is an unreal sense of inclination when the soles of the feet touch the ground.

There was a dull crash on the ground, and something huge fell here, or rather, fell here.

The wrist was held, and the warmth made him feel at ease suddenly.

A little bit of firefly-like luster floated from the surface, and more and more.

This is a cave.

"Glasg!" Legolas shuddered.He is too familiar with this cave, too familiar with these hollow and sparse rock walls, too familiar with this fluorescent black rock, and even the small pool on the right is not bad at all, with water dripping from the cave wall from time to time, Make a slight and monotonous sound.

Legolas' pupils constricted, and a century of pain boiled and boiled in a short moment, overturning like a tsunami.The surroundings were as quiet as if he was in a nightmare. In the dream, there was the ultimate he feared and the god he longed for.All of this quietly surrounded him, and at some point there would be an earth-shattering sound, knocking his dreams to pieces.

Thranduil's eyes fell on the huge monster in the center of the cave.Palato curled up and coiled like a mountain bag.The scales covered the huge body, and a scorching aura lingered around it.

Thranduil looked back at the long knife in his hand, his eyes became cold, his face slowly sank, his whole body exuded an extremely manic evil spirit, it seemed that his whole body had transformed into an extremely sharp sword, and he had already appeared Sheath, never give up until there is no blood.

He jumped up, like a long arrow, straightly charged towards the dragon body, and the fast Legolas had no time to stop it.

The tip of the knife is less than one meter away from the dragon body.

A strange sound of wind came from his side, Thranduil looked back quickly, and the thick dragon tail swept towards him with tremendous force, as if hit by a single blow, he was either dead or maimed.

Thranduil turned sideways along the direction from which the dragon's tail was attacking, grabbed the dragon's tail smoothly, and jumped up with the strength of its swing, light as a leaf, defusing the whip of the dragon's tail.

Legolas grabbed his wrist and led him in another direction, and the two fell to the ground without turning back.

"Look, who is this?" A voice like metal collision roared.

The two looked back.

Pallato's huge head was raised slightly, and his golden eyes stared at them, "Isn't this my little friend?"

Legolas clenched his fists tightly, his cheek muscles tightened, and his whole body was like a taut bowstring, stretched to the limit, and might collapse at any time.

Thranduil's body covered him, blocking his sight and blocking Palato's malicious gaze.

"It's unbelievable..." Pallato let out a burst of laughter, harsh and arrogant, "You got him and untied my curse... If I remember correctly, he is your father..."

"So, I'm here to thank you?" Thranduil's icy voice sounded, clanging like metal with quiet hatred, "Thank you for all the pain you inflicted on him, thank you for taking away his appearance and memory, thank you for torturing him for a hundred years!"

"Oh, what are you offering?" Pallato's head hangs down, it is exhausted and weak, it is obvious, but it is still a powerful dragon that cannot be underestimated, Palato with magic.

"Use the long knife in my hand to commemorate your death." Thranduil put away the anger in his eyes, and flung out a sword flower calmly.

The blade was shrouded in a layer of hazy white light, and it turned rapidly, like a golden flower with a thousand petals, blooming layer by layer, cracked by the cold light.

"You can't..." Pallato's voice lowered, as if about to enter a long sleep, "No one can kill me..."

"If you don't try, how will you know?" Thranduil clenched the handle of the knife tightly, with a resolute smile on his lips.He stared at Palato's huge and ugly head, jumped up without warning, stepped on the rock wall continuously, and the long knife in his hand whizzed at the dragon's head to cut it off.

Palato opened his mouth wide and suddenly spewed out a burst of flames.

Thranduil turned sideways in the air like a falcon, avoiding Flame Heart, but he was powerless and fell downwards.

Pallato sneered, "That's all."

Soon, it stopped laughing.

The sharp blade cut into the scales and submerged into the flesh. The hard dragon body was separated by the blade like butter, and the hot blood gushed out, but it was blocked by force. It seemed that within this layer of flesh, there was a layer of steel plate, tough Tough and invulnerable.Legolas gritted his teeth and let out a loud shout, pushing the blade inward with all his strength. The huge pressure made the blade bend slightly, but he couldn't move forward any more.

Pallato raised his head and flicked it wildly. For a while, the flames rolled, and the entire cave was like an erupting volcano.

Legolas drew his sword and jumped down from the dragon.

Flames exploded behind him.

Thranduil reached out and grabbed his wrist, and flung it towards the corner of the rock wall to avoid the flames.

And the manic Pallato swung the dragon's tail and lashed out, hitting his breastplate heavily.

The sound is muffled.

Thranduil flew obliquely a few meters, he adjusted his posture in the air, ready to protect his internal organs and head from fatal damage the moment he hit the rock.But falling into the soft body, the two hit the rock and fell to the ground.

Legolas tugged him and rolled him into a hollow in the rock, out of the ensuing flames.

"Are you injured?" He looked at Thranduil anxiously.

Thranduil subconsciously pressed his ribs, and it was painful to the touch, and the salty smell in his mouth filled his mouth, but he shook his head calmly, "No."

Legolas showed a difficult smile, and turned his body slightly to prevent Thranduil from noticing his left hand.

"What about you?"

"No." Legolas held the sword in his right hand, and slowly sat beside Thranduil, "Our sword can't kill it, what should we do next?"

Thranduil turned his head slightly, and gently pressed his cheek against the top of Legolas' head, "Do you remember Lothar's weakness?"

"You!" Legolas jumped up in shock, but soon recovered, "I'll try."

"No, it's you who distracted him this time." Thranduil shook his head.

"You are more familiar with this matter than I am." Legolas moved closer, Thranduil's shoulder armor was very hard, and his cheek was cold and slightly painful.

"It's hard to keep balance with one hand." Thranduil stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, and the ancient elf spell sounded like singing, and the burning and stinging pain from the bloody wound on his left arm immediately calmed down.

"Broken ribs can't be used at all." Legolas helped him loosen the breastplate and groped for the hollow of the ribs. "You need to fix the wound."

When the spell stopped, Thranduil gasped lightly, and a smile crossed the corner of his mouth and filled his heart, "Why bother lying."

"Yes." Legolas laughed, "I know it well."

Thranduil tore off the cloak and bandaged Legolas' left arm. The wound was more than a foot long, and bones could be seen in the deepest part. Fortunately, the bleeding had stopped, and there was no major hindrance after bandaging.

Legolas took off the cowhide wristbands, placed them under Thranduil's breastplate, and secured them with cloth strips torn from the cloak.

Their eyes were serene and their expressions were peaceful, showing no pain or fear at all.

They don't have time.Every minute and every second of being together is precious. They know that when a meteor passes by, they will not turn back because it is too late to make a wish.

Perhaps this is the last time they get along and stay together.

How can it be wasted, how can it be sad?

Suddenly, Thranduil's lips fell on his forehead.A little warm and soft like a sweet dream.

Legolas paused, raised his face, "You..."

"I'll go." Thranduil smiled.

The most beautiful spring breeze is not as soft and pure as this smile. He has seen it before and missed it.

"You are stronger than me, but..." he said softly, as if he was confiding his heart to his sweetheart under a tree in the forest, it had nothing to do with blood and fire, life or death,

"I'm faster, more nimble, and more agile than you, you can't deny that."

"How many Lothars have you killed?"

Legolas froze.

"I have killed thousands of them." Thranduil stroked the blade, "I know how to escape from danger. It has nothing to do with speed and agility. It's experience."

"That's good." Legolas stood up and looked down at Thranduil. "My lover is here. No one can let him take risks and fight for his life! If I die here today, I can't protect his life." Zhou Quan, I have nothing to say. But as long as I am still alive, breathless, and able to hold the sword in my hand, I will never allow such a thing to happen! I have lost too much, missed too much, you can’t take me again Pushed to the edge of the cliff, stood at the entrance of hell."

"I can do it?" Thranduil's voice was very soft, low and sandy, "I can just watch you take risks and fight for your life? I have such a decisive heart? Legolas, Do unto others, do not impose on others."

"What I don't want..." Legolas' tense body relaxed, and he lowered his head and sat back beside Thranduil, "I apologize, I shouldn't be messing around when you were analyzing the pros and cons."

"What I want to fight for is a glimmer of life, not a mutual death." Thranduil's hand lightly rested on the back of Legolas's.

"The hope you gave is too small for me to see the light."

"Then...don't let go."

Legolas held Thranduil's hand tightly, "Yes."

They fell silent, holding each other's hands tightly, waiting for the first wave of pain to fade away and their physical strength to gradually recover.Waiting for the flames outside the cave to subside, Palato fell silent.