Voice of Dragonland

"ADA..."

"Um?"

"Sing a song of the sea once. I suddenly want to hear it." Legolas showed a faint smile, shy for making such a request at this time.

"Betweenthehere, Betweenthenow~BetweentheNorth, BetweentheSouth~BetweentheWest, BetweentheEast~Betweenthetime, Betweentheplace..." Thranduil hummed softly, with a melodious voice, and the originally ethereal tune contained a hint of pathos.His eyes fell on the rock wall, slightly lost in thought.

The humming stopped abruptly, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to wipe away the dust on the rock wall in front of him, and a figure was faintly visible.The engraving is deep, as if repeatedly drawn with sharp stones, long hair like a waterfall, wide shoulders and narrow waist, and slender legs.

"It's me..." He rubbed his fingers lightly along the notch, the deep lines between his brows were full of sadness, he turned his face and stared at Legolas, "You draw after losing your memory?"

Legolas stared blankly at that figure, and suddenly stretched out his hand to wipe the cave wall in front of him, heavy dust fell, and countless figures appeared one by one.The style is single, the lines are simple, but they are all full of piety.

"You have been...accompanied by me." He sighed, his eyes filled with the emptiness and vicissitudes of life after suffering.

"..." Thranduil suddenly turned his gaze.The feeling is too heavy, and it is stuffed in the chest like cotton thickly.In the past, uncountable hundred years, this is how he faced a vague figure, muttered to himself, lived tenaciously, and walked out.

Is there a kind of magic in the world that can turn back time?Can he come to his side and accompany him through this period of hardship?Can he see through his mind earlier and hold his hand?

He closed his eyes, "We have to leave alive..."

"What?" Legolas asked softly.

Thranduil picked up a small stone, and drew another figure next to his back. The last stroke was finished, and Legolas' back stood vividly beside Thranduil.

Legolas reached out and took Thranduil's hand, "We will leave alive."

But there are clearly bits and pieces of despair in these words, sprinkled in the air they are breathing, unable to grasp and see clearly, but it is there, bright or dark, and cannot be wiped away.

Thranduil turned his eyes and met Langglass' eager eyes.

He opened his arms and took him into his arms.

Legolas took a deep breath and smelled the unique scent of Thranduil. The dark cave seemed to brighten up, and the scorching hot air seemed to be nothing more than the willful heat of a summer afternoon. This cave that had imprisoned him for a hundred years , suddenly became cordial.The illusory feeling like a falling dream tightly surrounded him. If he died right away, there would be no separation and no forgetting of complete happiness.

Legolas shook his head lightly to put the ominous thought out of his mind.

Thranduil's kiss lightly imprinted on his cheek before leaving for a moment.

Legolas chased after him, biting his lips.

This is not appropriate.

Be it time or place.

But Legolas kissed seriously.

The tip of the tongue separates the lips, sweeps the teeth lightly, and then plunges into it to suck the kiss deeply, as if to melt the love of a lifetime into this kiss, as if to inject the soul into it, as if to drown in this charming He would give up his life for it.

Thranduil let him ask for it, responded gently, sprayed warm breaths on each other's cheeks, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and firmly suppressed the thrill of the obscure haze cast by the future under his feet.

Only the tomorrow where you exist is the future, otherwise, it is just a long and arduous torture.

Thranduil finally pushed him away, gentle but firm.

Faith grows in the eyes of each other.Resolute yet persevering.

Even if they knew it was a dead end.

This can only be a dead end.

Is there any way to insert the sharp blade in your hand into the dragon's mouth and get away with it?

Even if he has the most agile skill in all of Middle-earth, even if he is the most powerful warrior in all of Middle-earth.Those who are still vulnerable in front of Longyan are not significantly different from ants.

And in the eyes they looked at each other, all the fear and anxiety were deeply hidden, as if there was no wavering at all, it was simply like going to a luxurious and lengthy banquet.The heat of the flames gradually faded, Palato's howling gradually subsided, and the cave became quiet.

Thranduil calmly clenched the long knife in his hand, "Let's go."

If he could, Legolas would kneel before Vera, praying that this moment would never come.

He reluctantly curled the corner of his mouth, "Have you made a plan for a chance?"

Thranduil's blade was shining with a scarlet luster under the faint firelight, "Remember the trick I taught you? Calm down, the more dangerous it is, the more important this one will be."

Legolas nodded and finally slowly let go of Thranduil's wrist.

In the cave, the heat wave was churning, and the figure curled up around the Pala tray was looming in the firelight.

Thranduil glanced at Legolas lightly, then ran forward without a sound.

Legolas took a deep breath, held the long sword in both hands, took a few steps to run up, jumped up, pointed the blade straight at the dragon's head, and swooped down.

Selosta knelt on one knee, and his breath seemed to remain on the hot ground, which was light and cold.

I think of his smile for no reason, gentle and tolerant, it seems that he can give all the warmth in this world, it seems that everything he wants is in his arms.

And this smile gradually faded, turning yellow and brittle like a book eroded by time, unable to be touched by hands.

"ADA..." he called in a low voice but got no response.

The air behind him shrieked as it was torn apart.Selosta flipped her wrist, and the iron object collided with the sharp claws, with a clang.The ferocious face of the orc was magnified in front of his eyes, the dragon scale in his hand was under great pressure, the blade was slightly tilted, and the orc approached roaringly with its mouth full of sharp teeth.

Selosta narrowed her eyes slightly, pressed her left hand on the blade of the sword, abruptly cut off half of the orc's palm, and the blade quickly cut into its ugly and huge shoulder, reaching the hilt.

The scalding blood gushes out, and with the dying roar, it gradually withers away.

Selosta pulled out the dragon scale and glanced at the palm of her left hand.

A wound cut open the palm to reveal bright red muscle.

Blood snaked down the wrist and dripped into the charred soil.

In an instant, the sky and the earth spun, and the black mist filled the air.

The weightless emptiness engulfed his body, and the surrounding air twisted and turned, as if falling off a cliff, falling into an endless emptiness.

"Ah—" he couldn't help shouting.The heavy voice followed him down, lingering in his ears sinisterly.

Legolas turned his body sideways, avoiding a wave of gushing flames. The sweltering heat seemed to evaporate all his blood.Palato's emotionless golden eyes tracked his body movement, slightly retracted his long neck, and was preparing for the next eruption.

This is a race against death!

Legolas gritted his teeth, and controlled the speed to be a little bit faster than the spread of the dragon flame. Seeing that the flame was chasing him and licking his back, it was always a little bit short.So Pallato's eyes chased his figure across an arc.

Thranduil flew past the dragon's head quickly, and swooped down the moment the flames went out.

The dragon's thick throat glowed orange like a lamp, heralding the coming of the next wave of flames.

The tip of the knife is still far away from the dragon's mouth, but the huge heat of sulfur and smoldering has already hit the face, the burning cheeks are stinging, the tongue of the flame has already licked the tip of the knife and climbed up, the handle of the knife is like a red-hot iron, hold tightly A puff of blue smoke rose from the palm of the knife handle, and the pain of burning skin and flesh spread along the nerves, bursting sharply in his mind.And Thranduil didn't mean to shrink back at all, just a pity, just a little bit, just a little bit could send the sharp blade into its throat, just a little bit could end the life of this monster, how much he wished to do it himself Carve the brand of death to its evil and despicable soul, and seal it in endless darkness forever.Not out of justice, nor based on the majesty of the king, but... a deep-seated hatred, for the pain it inflicted on Legolas, for all the nightmares of life and death and the bitter hatred that oozes blood .It is the despair that cannot fade away after years, it is the perdition of falling into hell and being roasted forever, that pain will last forever!

Legolas jumped up obliquely from behind him, yanked Thranduil's belt, and pulled him away from the dragon's head with all his strength to avoid the direct fire waves.The cave vibrated suddenly.

A body of a strange orc fell from the void, landed in Yanxin, and quickly turned into ashes.

An elf shouted, and fell with his back to the two of them, about to fall into the flames.

Legolas jumped up and put a pad on the waist of the visitor, and then Thranduil slapped him on the back with the side of the knife. Together with the visitor, he narrowly escaped the flames and landed on the edge of the cave.

"Are you alright?" Ligo stood still, and looked anxiously at Thranduil, seeing that everything was as usual, then turned to look at the elf that fell out of thin air.

Selosta fell a little dazed, lying on the ground for a long time before staggering up.

"Selosta?" Legolas was taken aback.

Thranduil suddenly pushed the two forward, and the three staggered to avoid the flames and hid in the narrow cave.

"ADA!" Selosta stretched out his arms to hug Thranduil, as if eagerly embracing the last salvation and faith.He hugged him tightly, and felt at ease at that moment, his forehead rested on Thranduil's shoulder, and he could really smell his scent, like the afternoon sun in a dense forest bubbling with vitality. hot.

Thranduil was slightly startled, then raised his hand and patted his back lightly, "Why are you here?"

"I don't know..." Selosta didn't let go, "I just killed an orc where you disappeared and landed here."

"You should stay in Rivendell." Thranduil gently but irresistibly pulled his arm away, "This is not where you should come."

Selosta showed a hasty smile, her brows and eyes were full of desolation and loss, "You always think that I won't grow up."

"If you're mature enough, you should know that the battlefield is dangerous. Your appearance will only hinder me and Legolas." Thranduil's voice was severe, but this severity finally revealed a bit of helpless gentleness.

Legolas bowed his head silently.

Thranduil would never reject Selosta, and there was always an obvious tenderness in his eyes when he looked at him.Legolas didn't want to look deeply into the tenderness he gave Selosta, and didn't want to witness the faint concern and anxiety in his eyes.That feeling was extremely lonely, but as long as I swallowed it calmly, it seemed like nothing would happen.

"I won't! I can stand alone! Glorfindel said that I am a qualified fighter!" Selosta eagerly stated himself, "Even if it's just...a side support?"

Thranduil smiled, "Stay here, don't come out."

"ADA!" Selosta grabbed his wrist, "You!"

Thranduil patted him on the shoulder lightly, "Protecting yourself is the greatest support for me."

His gaze turned to Legolas, past Selosta.

Legolas took a step forward, but was blocked by Cylosta.

"Legolas?" Selosta's voice was very soft, carrying some heavy thoughts, it fell into Legolas' ears mistyly.

Legolas looked up.

Similar faces face each other, and the moment their eyes meet, there seems to be a different kind of spark bursting. Is it resentment?Is it annoyed?Or some other emotion that wished that the other party would disappear into this world immediately.Negative energy was transpiring and overflowing the young bodies of the two, surrounding them, so thick that it was almost visible to the naked eye.

Selosta's eyes fell deeply on Legolas's face. The facial features were clearly very familiar, and they were clearly the same as his, but the expression was quite different. It was the fortitude tempered by blood and fire. And the vicissitudes of life, that is the desperation and compassion that came back step by step from the bloody hell.He searched his memory and soul for everything about him, nothing, nothing, he just appeared out of thin air.To Legolas and him this second before, it was just a two-dimensional portrait, a scar on Thranduil's heart.

Now, he stood in front of him, watching him with vigilant and slightly disdainful eyes, as if he was the one who returned inexplicably.A stiff smile flickered across the corner of Selosta's mouth, "Are you back? To take everything from me?"

Legolas frowned, not knowing whether it was nervousness or awkwardness, his heartbeat accelerated for no reason, and he was immersed in a strong sense of physical discomfort.His heart twitched tightly, but he put on a noncommittal and indifferent face.His tone was heavy, and he spoke naturally, "What belongs to you?"

"Yeah, I have nothing at all..." Selosta's smile narrowed slightly, and her thick eyelashes drooped to cover Araki's sad eyes. "Honor, status, and even love are all yours..."

Legolas' shoulders, waist, and knees were all tense down the line. He knew what Selosta said, he would never like it, and he would never forget it.

"Why did you come back?" He approached him, whispering in his ear like a dream, "Originally, I was born to replace you..."

He took a step back slowly, his eyes were full of provocation and despair.

Legolas clenched his fists, resisting the urge to punch him himself.

"Legolas?" Thranduil didn't hear Selosta's whisper, but saw the suppressed anger in Legolas' eyes.

The rage that seems to tear apart the fresh life, the rage that seems to shower scalding blood.

Legolas' eyes traced the past for a little comfort.

What he saw in Thranduil's eyes was helplessness and pleading.

Helpless and unbreakable kinship, begging for his understanding and tolerance.My heart sank.

It's like jumping off a cliff in a dream, obviously you won't really fall, but you can't help the sudden shock.

The corner of Selosta's mouth curled into a slight smile, "ADA, Legolas doesn't like me."

"After those things, how do you expect him to like you?" Thranduil looked straight at him, the softness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by an inexplicable darkness.

Selosta's smile is like a flower that has suffered from frost, and it withers quickly.There was a little confusion in his eyes, although it was fleeting, it was still as bright as a fire, "You... tell him... those things..."

The most unknown secrets were nakedly exposed to the sun, reminding him mockingly that the deep-seated love he regarded as his life, to Thranduil, was just a child's willful nonsense.

As proud as Thranduil, he was willing to reveal his most unbearable shame...

Thranduil turned his eyes away to not respond to his panic.

Selostat's eyes wandered over Thranduil's face, and he slowly, little by little, irretrievably collapsed, almost visibly collapsed, like a live fish being pumped while swimming. Go bones.

He suddenly turned his face to look at Legolas. Legolas' gaze was fixed on Thranduil's hand holding the knife. He walked past Selosta's side. Avoiding touching his shoulder, not light or heavy touching, made Selosta lose the courage to stand up.

Leaning against the cave wall, he watched Legolas lightly hold Thranduil's hand, and remove the long knife from his hand with extremely gentle movements.

The skin on the palm was scorched, showing maroon burn marks.

"I can't hold it now, let me go." Legolas tore off a hem of his clothes and bandaged it for him, his tone so natural and soft.

How many years of entanglement and infatuation will discover the abnormality in the subtle gesture of holding the knife.

"Wait." Thranduil's eyes suddenly lit up, he stretched out his hand to push Legolas away, and walked a few steps in front of Thelosta, "Serosta, where is the dragon scale?"

Selosta's empty eyes flicked across the rock wall, and quietly fell on Thranduil's face, "Dragon scale?"

"Yes, only it can cut through the bones of a dragon." Thranduil's words sped up, with the hope clearly revealed in his eyes.

"You mean..." His eyes drooped and landed on the blade in his hand, "it?"

The blue sword drew an arc, quickly submerged in the faint flames of the cave.

Thranduil drew back to dodge, a section of blond hair on his forehead was shaved off, and he fell to the ground with a slight sting on his cheek, a little bloodstain was faintly visible, Thranduil closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them suddenly, there was a faint look of thunder Roll in it, "You!"

Legolas' body swooped over at an extremely fast speed, and he slammed Thranduil away, and the long sword in his hand pointed at Selosta's chest and stabbed away.

"Clang!" The sharp blades met, sparking a series of sparks, and the crisp sound lingered endlessly.

The smile on the corner of Selosta's mouth was a bit nervous, "It is rumored that Legolas is the strongest warrior in the jungle, why, but with such a little strength?"

With a sudden charge, Legolas shook Selosta a step away, and the blade slashed down with a whistle.

Selosta dodged it, and the dragon scale's cyan sword quickly fought with the long sword in Legolas' hand, and the clanging sound was endless.

Thranduil's heart skipped a beat in an instant.

He knew Legolas, and he knew Selostar better.

This battle is inevitable, but no matter what the result is, it is not what he wants to see.

He took a step forward, suddenly plunged into the flashing sword light, and raised the two swords with the long knife, trying to separate the two who were fighting.

The two tacitly avoided the attack of the long-knife bully, passed through Thranduil's containment shortly, and fought together again.

They clearly knew that there would be a maximum of three moves, and the winner must be determined. Thranduil intervened again, perhaps it would not be as simple as gently picking off the swords of the two fighting.

And the other party is far stronger than I imagined.

Legolas squinted his eyes, but did not avoid the dragon scale pointing straight at his throat. The sharp blade grazed his delicate neck, leaving traces as thin as red lines, and then blood gushed out, while the long knife in his hand Steadily cut into Selosta's waist.The belt broke with a faint sound, the blade pierced the fabric, and then the skin, the soft and warm resistance was in vain, and the blood rushed out with cheers.

The two were very close, so close that it resembled an awkward hug.

Legolas stared into Selosta's eyes, the violence gradually faded, and the strength in his hands relaxed.

He can kill him.

He couldn't destroy Thranduil's hard work.Even if this painstaking effort has always been delivered to the wrong target.

There was a little smile on the corner of Selosta's pale mouth, and the hostility in his eyes was like a torrential rain, dripping on his heart, splashing blood all over the place.

He turned his wrist violently, and the dragon scales slanted at an inconceivable angle, passed around the back of Legolas' neck, and rested on the carotid artery. As long as he exerted force, Legolas could disappear from this world forever.

He heard Thranduil's roar, close to his ears, but far away like a galaxy.He had never heard Thranduil's heartbroken and mournful cry.

Even if he had killed him.

Even if he once killed himself...

Not as safe as Legolas is now.

less than...

Selosta's eyes showed determination, and the edge of the sword suddenly cut downwards.