Voice of Dragonland

PS: The finale of the next chapter, I am still very reluctant to see these~

In 2015, the biggest output is the voice of Longyu~

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Legolas held the dragon scale tightly, his body was thrown into an acute angle, and he was flying in the air without a trace.The irritable Palato hit the rock wall several times, trying to kill Legolas between the rock wall and the heavy body.

From time to time, large chunks of rock fell from the fragile rock wall, and the sound of impact was deafening.

Legolas was hanging in mid-air, and it was extremely difficult to use force. Palato was irritable and fierce, and it was impossible to predict where he would hit next.

Strong winds hit, and the cave wall quickly approached in the peripheral vision.

Legolas' body was obviously still in a state of nothingness, so he raised his arms suddenly, drew an arc in the air with the speed and strength of lightning piercing the sky, and hung upside down on the dragon scale with his backhand, exhausted Pull down with all the strength in your body.

The dragon scale cut through the flesh, and cut the dragon's neck downward with almost no resistance.The blood was like a flood, pouring down on Legolas' head and face.

Hot and salty.

Pallato roared and slammed into the rocks indiscriminately. The rumbling sound echoed in the cave, hit the rock wall, and refracted back, repeatedly roaring.

Not the point.

Legolas pulled the scale from the dragon's neck with all his strength.The figure was unstable and fell from the dragon.

Strong arms stopped his falling momentum.

Legolas glanced back, and the eyes of the two met in the air, and the glue was thick.

Thranduil's blue eyes revealed anxiety about the unknown of the war and concern for his safety.The lines between the eyebrows were so deep that he couldn't help but want to stroke them with his fingers and iron them with his lips.

For some reason, that sentence echoed repeatedly in his mind: The future I am looking forward to is a future in which you exist, otherwise, it will be just a long and arduous torture.

He was no longer as good as before, and could no longer stand such torture.

He gently shook Thranduil's wrist, resolutely pulled him away from his waist, and pushed him smoothly.

Thranduil changed course in the air and fell straight down.

Legolas, on the other hand, took advantage of his strength, stretched out his hand to grab the dragon's body, and rushed forward.Landed on the dragon's spine.

Even though Palato swayed and hit him, he still steadily raised the long sword in his hand, and stabbed down fiercely with Shen Xiong's strength.The blade cut through the dragon scales, pierced through the muscles, and broke through the hard barriers until it sank into the hilt.

Legolas gripped the hilt of his sword and stepped back hard.

So the long sword cut a 2-meter-long wound on this huge and thick back.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing out with astonishing heat.As Pallato moved, the wound opened, revealing thick muscles and faintly visible bones.

Legolas jumped into the wound, endured the huge heat, and once again pierced the long sword in his hand deeply into the wound, cutting it downwards.

The hard inner skeleton was split longitudinally, exposing the magma-like internal organs that were hot and steaming with flames, and the beating heart that was visible to the naked eye.

Legolas took a deep breath.

Thranduil's back gradually became clear in the firelight.He finally turned around and looked at him affectionately with a warm smile like a spring breeze.

With a smile on his face, Legolas jumped down towards the burning heart.

The tip of the sword pierced the heart valve without any resistance, and the blood spurted out together with the raging fire, about to engulf him.The scorching heat was a curse he was familiar with, and they swirled steadily up, promising him a future with no end in sight.

A resistance rose from his waist, pulling him fiercely away from the burst of flames.

The long knife brushed past his side, and landed firmly on the hilt of the dragon scale, pushing the scale down until the hilt sank into the heart.

Legolas hastily stretched out his hand to stabilize Thranduil's figure, pulling him away from the center of the flames.

The dragon flames burned, the clothes on the two of them were scorched and carbonized, and the blood boiled in their veins. It was hopeless to escape, Thranduil stretched out his hand to Legolas.

Legolas curled his lips into a smile, and held his hand tightly in his palm.The back suddenly tightened, then loosened, and the carbonized clothes could no longer be pulled, and they were broken into ashes.

Thranduil looked back.

Selosta cut the long sword into the dragon's body, and half of her body leaned into the wound, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with one hand, and leaning towards him with the other.

Pallato's roar gradually subsided.

The three of them leaned against the gap in the cave, panting endlessly.

Selosta vomited a mouthful of blood, and wiped it away with the back of her hand without any trace.

Legolas held Thranduil's hand tightly and refused to let go. There was scorching pain in his breath, the dragon flames burned his lungs, his skin was burned on a large area, and the pain was like a cone, spreading all over his body. The water in the body seems to have evaporated, and the tongue is swollen and blocked in the mouth, dry and desert-like.

But he laughed, his voice was hoarse and low, "We live..."

"Yes." Thranduil responded softly.The large swath of blood on the cheek had already dried up, and the blond hair stuck to it, looking shocking.The armor turned into scrap iron, and it fell somewhere in the cave. The carbonized clothes were shattered, revealing the reddish-brown burns on the back and chest, and the blue and purple mottled depressions under the ribs.

He raised his arms and wrapped them around effortlessly, pulling Legolas into his arms.Close your eyes slightly.

Selostra moved closer to him gently, resting her head on his lap.

The three of them snuggled together, and there was no time to rejoice for the rest of their life after the catastrophe, and to be grateful for each other's survival, so they fainted.

Under the leadership of Elrond, the elf army gradually regained the initiative on the battlefield. The orc army was broken into several camps, and it was only a matter of time before they were defeated one by one.

Glorfindel drew the long sword from the orc's chest, his sharp eyes swept across the battlefield, and looked towards Babbert in the enemy line.

Barbot didn't shy away from his gaze, and returned a provocative smile.

Glorfindel slowly stood upright, as tall and straight as the Two Sacred Trees of Valinor, with the long sword pointing at the ground in his hand, Mo Li rushed towards Babbert for a moment.

From stillness to movement, the speed was unimaginably fast, and the agile figure turned into a sharp arrow, whizzing through the battlefield where there were endless fighting, and shot straight towards Barbert.

Breaking through the barrier made of blood, cutting off the bunker made of coiled limbs, and sprinting firmly towards the source of evil.

Barbot raised the thick-backed broadsword in his hand, and his one-eyed shot out a strange fierce light, firmly locking the body that was approaching fast, and when he reached the attack range, he was about to deal a fatal blow.

In an instant, Glorfindel was already close in front of his eyes, so close that he could clearly see the curve of the vines coiled on his silver armor, and he could clearly see the appearance of his golden hair brushing against his cheek and then gently raised.

Barbot swung the broadsword in his hand, and slashed flatly.

Unexpectedly, Glorfindel rose from the ground, and the blade brushed past his afterimage, but did not hurt him at all.

Glorfindel stretched his body in the air, like a giant silver eagle spreading its wings, following this movement, a strong gust of wind slashed down, as if splitting a mountain and cracking rocks!

Carrying the weight of his whole body, he slashed down in the air!

Barbert hastily turned the blade, and crossed to meet each other, the sound of the collision suddenly resounded, and the clanging was endless.

Glorfindel smashed down with such force that Babbott had to kneel down on one knee, the big knife in his hand was slightly tilted under the pressure of the blade, but his thick wrist was still steady, but his sharp teeth came out of his mouth , a bloodthirsty light burned in the bloody one-eyed, ferocious and crazy.

Barbot exerted his strength, like a spring suppressed to the lowest point, and shot up violently. The huge force lifted Glorfindel's body, and he fell obliquely backward.

However, before his feet hit the ground, Babbott had already rushed towards him, the sharp light of the big knife swept across, and the blade edged dangerously against Glorfindel's shoulder armor, leaving a deep cut.

Half of the blade flew straight into the sky.

Barbert was taken aback.

Glorfindel's long sword advanced immediately, and the cold light flickered, and he clearly felt the sword in his hand cut into his body, and warm blood rushed out of the blade wrapped around it.

Babbott grasped the blade of the sword and pulled it away from his body with brute force. Blood spurted out. Babbott dodged Glorfindel's vertical slash, picked up an epee, and blocked the slash .

The epee stabbed and landed on Glorfindel's inflexible left arm, blood gushed out immediately, and even Glorfindel's attack slowed down.Babbert was able to catch his breath and focused on his left arm.

The surrounding orcs stepped forward to support, but fell under Elrond's long sword one by one.

Glorfindel's lips were slightly pale, and he gasped for a moment, seeing Elrond's long sword draw a sharp brilliance straight to Barbot's head.

Barbert narrowly avoided a roll on the spot.The rock behind him was split in half by the blade and shattered.

Glorfindel jumped up suddenly, turned around in the air, a blade of light spread out, and the snow splashed a foot.

Barbert stared blankly into the distance.

At the end of the battlefield full of gunpowder smoke, it seems that a little green has broken through the ground, and the snow water also has the meaning of melting. The biting wind blows across the cheeks, stinging and slightly cooling, but after all, it is not as biting as the deep winter.

The violent and bloody freeze in the one-eyed eyes gradually faded away, leaving only a piece of resentment and regret that was too late to be filled, and finally unsustainable.

His head suddenly fell, and a spring of blood rushed out, shooting straight into the sky.The headless body sat on the rock and silently watched the dirty soul go away.

Elrond suddenly turned his gaze, threw the long sword in his hand, pierced the air and landed on Chakel's back with a scream.

The ape-like body fell to the ground, and then fell silent.

The war will end.

The sun revealed its true face from the thick clouds, swaying down the golden light without hesitation.

The depression of the plain after the smoke of gunpowder.

Corpses were piled on top of each other, blood was flowing freely, and the wildfire scorched the ground, leaving patches of ashes and devastation.

Glorfindel stood up straight, and the point of the sword picked up Barbot's head, holding it high.

The elves' horns resounded across the sky.

Suddenly a golden light flashed.

The huge dragon body fell to the place where it had disappeared, stiff and silent, and turned into a rock after a while, shattered and mottled.

Three elves also appeared next to the dragon's body, covered with scars, cuddling together lifelessly.

"Thranduil!" Elrond ran forward to confirm their situation, "someone, bring water, quick!"

When Legolas woke up, the sky was getting dark, and large clouds were floating in the sky, rendered a faint rose red by the brilliance of the sun.The smell of blood in the air gradually faded.Faintly heard the ethereal singing of the elves, celebrating the end of the Great War and chanting the preciousness of peace.

He sat up with difficulty, looking for the indispensable figure in his life with his eyes.

No.

His heartbeat accelerated suddenly in his chest, his throat was thirsty and stinging, and he could only let out a vague sob. He eagerly got up from the bed, ignoring the severe pain in his body, and staggered out with difficulty.

That figure stood in front of his tent.

The long hair was scattered behind the shoulders, hanging down like a golden waterfall.The tall body is wrapped in a black long hug with silver inlaid patterns.

He just stood there silently, as if he wanted to blend into the rosy sunset, and seemed to be gone with the wind.

"ADA..." Legolas trembled, forcing an out-of-key call out of his swollen throat.

So the back figure that was engraved into his bones and blood with the years, and blended into the depths of the soul with the breath, slowly turned around.

The long hair like a waterfall fluctuates slightly, the neckline above the neckline is delicate and slender like a swan, and there is a quiet smile on the white and smooth cheeks.

Legolas seemed to be haunted by something, he stood in front of Thranduil, looked into his eyes, and for no reason, he was already wanting to die.

"It's Legolas, always... Legolas..."

The lingering sound is still in my ears, but the twists and turns seem to settle in an instant.

Those centuries of tortuous misery were like being trapped in endless darkness, and the eyes were confused like a thick fog, the past and the past were very blurred, and the only light in the world was the back of Thranduil, just like a visionary An imaginary lamp, erected in a place that no one knows, no one cares, to keep him warm and light day and night.

Now, they are close at hand, as long as they reach out, they can hug.

Legolas stretched out his arms without hesitation, let his staggered body fall into his arms, tightly wrapped around his waist, and carefully sniffed his breath, confirming over and over again that this is the world's reality.