Voice of Dragonland

PS: I know that everyone is accumulating fat and looking forward to Ye Zi's appearance, but, do you really not like the king and I who work so hard and so hard?The gardener squats on the side of the road and draws circles...

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"I will draw a map of the bottom of the valley as soon as possible," he said in a deep voice. "The corpses of the orcs are soaked in lime. They are the best shields when attacking."

"What?" Tuge widened his eyes, "What are you using the corpse for?"

"Bringing away those hard tentacles will allow us to reach the bottom of the valley smoothly." Thranduil stood up, "Although I admire Elrond's forging skills, but before his weapons arrive in large quantities, this is the only The method can protect the army from loss."

"I don't agree to attack now." Erelent stroked his chin. "It seems that Lothar has no intention of going out of the valley at present. Going down the valley in a daze is too exhausting. At least there is no need to be so urgent right now. We can wait for Lord Elrond to tell us The new weapons are delivered, and then the advance troops will be sent down the valley.”

"Lothar didn't move because there are still enough orc corpses at the bottom of the valley for them to eat. If we can't take advantage of this opportunity to send troops, once they climb out of the valley and spread out, the required troops will increase several times." Serendi El glanced at Erelent, "They won't wait."

"Without suitable weapons, going down to the valley is death." Tuge shook his head, "There are at least tens of thousands of people in Lothar. How we can reach the bottom of the valley quickly and launch an offensive quickly is a big problem."

"Can you attack with fire?" Erelente raised his eyes, "Make gunpowder and set fire to the entire valley floor. The terrain here is low-lying, and once set on fire, they have nowhere to escape."

"No!!" Thranduil changed his composure and roared.

Everyone looked at him silently, with puzzlement and suspicion clearly written on their faces.He took a deep breath, and returned to his usual calmness and composure, "This is the dragon domain. Lothar has killed the entrenched dragon. Do you think they will be afraid of flames?"

"That's right..." Gandalf compared the tent with a pipe, "Lothar is not afraid of flames."

"So..." Glorfindel crossed his fingers, "Lord Elrond's first batch of weapons will be delivered soon, then we can form an advance force to go down the valley, first to test the weapons, and second, to judge whether Lothar will Will go out of the valley. Until more information is available, the army will stand still."

This is indeed the most feasible method at present, everyone nodded in agreement, only Thranduil frowned and said nothing.

"Does Your Majesty have any other views?" Glorfindel asked.

Thranduil shook his head, "When will Elrond's weapons arrive?"

"This evening. Your Majesty..." Glorfindel frowned, and was about to ask more details, but Thranduil nodded slightly, "Excuse me."

"Hey, that's not the end of the story! This woodland elf is hard to deal with! The king is getting better! Wait, Legolas is also a woodland elf, right? Did any of you see him?"

No one answered Tu Ge's question, and no one saw the young soldier.Thranduil's body trembled slightly, but he didn't stop, and his tall and straight back was desolate.

"Your Majesty, you may need to pay attention to Your Majesty." Gandalf put his pipe in his mouth and whispered in Glorfindel's ear.

"You mean he can't be trusted?" Glorfindel looked at the gray-robed wizard in surprise.

"No, his reputation and character are trustworthy, but this time... Maybe he is a little impatient. I don't know what is tormenting his heart, and I have no way of judging whether he will make a radical decision."

"Why?" Glorfindel frowned.

"With his way of doing things, how could he come to this muddy water..." Gandalf sighed, "There must be something at the bottom of the valley that he is determined to obtain."

Glorfindel's heart sank, could it be... Thranduil knew the true face of the legendary secret treasure?Did he come for the treasure?Totally makes sense!Although this elf king is far away from the secular world, there are many monarchs who are blinded by huge power and interests since ancient times!

He looked at the direction in which Thranduil was going away, with a hint of defense in his eyes.

Galian was already waiting at the door of the tent, and when he saw Thranduil's return, he quickly greeted him, "Mylord."

"Is Midrian back?" Thranduil asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

He breathed a sigh of relief, "Where's Faerun?"

"The number of people has been counted in the camp." Gallian took off his robe for Thranduil, and handed him another cup of scented tea.

Thranduil opened the parchment, picked up a dip pen, and with a few strokes, outlined the outline of the valley bottom.

"How many people have we lost?" Thranduil picked up the teacup and took a sip. The fragrance of flowers was strong, and behind this strong fragrance, there was another smell hidden, which was extremely slight but could not be ignored. He wanted to spit out the tea in his mouth , before it was too late, a slight tingling rose from his throat and slowly spread to his whole body, the warm and tired feeling slowly flooded him.

Galian supported Wang's slightly fallen body and placed him on the bed, "Your Majesty, you must rest."

The heavy darkness was like a heavy curtain, slowly drawn down, drowning out all troubles and hustle and bustle, Thranduil fell asleep under the influence of herbs.

Galian lit an incense stick beside Wang's pillow, and the smoke rose straight up, and a burst of fragrance dispersed slightly. Wang's frowning brows gradually loosened, and a trace of blood appeared on his pale face.

Galian lightly untied the king's coat, and the white wide-brimmed bandage was thickly wrapped around his shoulders and neck, soaked in blood.He carefully cut it open with silver scissors, exposing the wound. The knife wound started from the shoulder and neck to the collarbone, the flesh and skin were split open, and the bone was visible deep inside the wound. The flesh inside the wound was dark, which should be poisonous.Gallian took off his clothes carefully, revealing the chest ribs covered with purple scars. There was a depression on the seventh rib of the left chest, and the surrounding skin was dark purple.His king jumped down to the bottom of the valley with such injuries, and killed monsters with undeserved courage!

The ancient ballads of the elves could be faintly heard, and the breath of the forest rushed in. Thranduil walked slowly in the dense forest. He was familiar with every plant and tree here, just as he was familiar with every corridor of the underground palace.

There is a person sitting under an old ginkgo tree. A light blue silk dress outlines a charming figure. His long golden hair hangs down to his knees. His moon-like face is set off by the shiny gemstones on his forehead. The brilliance of the gem makes this face more beautiful, and it is this moving face that gives the gem a new vitality.

"Mythrellas..." Thranduil stopped and stared at her.

"Thranduil..." She gently parted her red lips and called his name.

Wang walked towards her, his eyes were soft and full of warmth.

And the corners of her eyes and brows were filled with sorrow, "Thranduil..." She stretched out her hand to him.

Thranduil held the porcelain white slender fingers, bent down and pressed a kiss.

"Where is Legolas?" She held Thranduil's hand tightly, her blue eyes were like the cleanest sky, shining with the brilliance of stars.

"I will find him, I promise!" Thranduil looked at the face full of anxiety, suppressed the melancholy and sadness in his heart, and showed a resolute look, just like every promise he had made, he kept his promise.

"He is the only one we have..." Mythrillas squeezed his palm hard, the sincerity in his eyes slowly cut into his heart like a blunt knife, "You can't leave him..."

"Legolas..." Thranduil was taken aback by the sudden heavy hand, the eyes were still so earnest and full of sorrow, but it was Legolas hanging on the edge of the cliff, blood slid down his face, He smiled and said to him, "I love you..."

blood splatter...

Thranduil sat up abruptly, his back was wet with sweat, his lips were pale, pains swarmed all over his body, his internal organs seemed to be burned by flames, and the swelling feeling filled his throat, "Poof..."

The spit out blood was dark in color and had an extremely stench.

However, Galian breathed a sigh of relief happily. The herbal medicine cleared up the remaining poison in the king's body, and he will recover soon.

Thranduil sat dazedly, his lips turned ashen, "Mythrellas..."

She blamed him, blamed him for not taking good care of their only green leaf...

The sadness and self-blame in his eyes couldn't be resolved, his hands tightly clutched the brocade quilt, the pain in the wound was far less than the wound in his heart, he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Only when the army enters the valley can it be possible to find him.

He snatched the bandage from Galian's hand, quickly wrapped it around his shoulders and neck, then rolled over and got out of bed, his eyes firmly fixed on the map on the table, recalling everything he saw at the bottom of the valley.

"Mylord!" Gallian pressed his arm, "You need to rest!"

Thranduil lowered his shoulders calmly, avoiding Galian's hand, "I'm fine."

Gallian could only sigh, and picked up his robe and put it over his shoulders.

The topographic map was quickly drawn and sent to the Glorfindel tent.At this moment, all the army horses are in a state of rest, and every second of waiting is tantamount to hot oil for Thranduil. He sat quietly in the military tent, his face was calm, his eyes were slightly closed, and there was no sign of strangeness. , but the tightly pursed lips revealed the uneasiness and anxiety in his heart.As time went by, the only luck left in his heart became less and less, and now there is no other way but to sweep the bottom of the valley to find Legolas with the power of the fake hand army.

Thoughts are mixed, memories are like a bottle full of glass beads, when the cork is opened, those glass beads roll down one after another, bouncing and emitting colorful brilliance.

"ADA, is it really not possible?" Legolas carefully held the chubby Dormouse in his hand, and looked at the serious king with a pleading face.

"It has its parents, you can't take it away." Thranduil looked down at the little Legolas, his face did not show the usual love and affection of parents, he was too serious, as if standing on him What is in front of him is not his only son, but any ordinary citizen.

Legolas' disappointment was beyond words, his little shoulders slumped, he gently stroked the Dormouse in his hand, and said in a very soft voice, "I want to have a companion..."

Thranduil had already walked forward, Legolas looked at his father's back, his eyes watered, he wasn't sure if his father heard him, he just felt lonely.

The chubby dormouse was finally carefully put back into its lair by him, and the stubborn prince chased after his indifferent father, and in the process, the king never looked back.

"The most painful thing in the world is parting from life and death. If one day, I am forced to be separated from you, how painful will it be? Do not do to others what you want, Legolas. At that time, you were still too young, and I... ...I haven't taught you this truth yet..." Thranduil pressed his heart, "So, you leave this pain to me alone..."

Galian stood silently outside the tent. Like Wang, he also picked up the fragments of memory and let himself travel in the dust of the past.

"Reorganize the army and march to Glasgow." The day after the prince left home, Thranduil, who hadn't slept all night, ordered the expedition. He knew how disappointed and heartbroken the king was, but under these emotions, the most let Wang What is unbearable is the concern for the prince's safety.

Thranduil has always concealed his feelings, he buried all his deep love in his heart, and always showed others with an indifferent face.He loved his father deeply, but never showed any intimacy; he loved the queen deeply, but did not even give him a stone tablet after her death; he loved Legolas deeply, but never gave him a favor. With a domineering smile, he is so restrained and deep that the prince always contradicts him rebelliously...

"You will never know how much His Majesty loves you..." Galian looked into the depths of the mist melancholy, "You are his only remaining, most precious hope..."

Elrond's cavalry brought the first forged weapons.Thranduil was in the big tent early on, and Glorfindel entered the tent, presenting him with a long knife shining coldly, "Lord Elrond specially made this for you."

Thranduil held the knife, and a faint brilliance passed away. The knife is made of silver, mixed with rare metals, heavy to handle, the back of the knife is extremely tough, but the iron material of the blade is extremely hard, the blade has thorn-like lines, and the blade is straight , the knife edge is extremely sharp, and the whole knife seems to be covered in a layer of light.

Thranduil held a sword flower in his hand, and instantly a cold light radiated, and a radiance rose up, unstoppable.

"Don't worry about it." Thranduil put away his knife and nodded to Glorfindel.

Glorfindel reassured, "It is tentatively scheduled to send a team down to the valley tomorrow morning to investigate. Your Majesty can wait for news in the camp."

"Since that's the case, Jungle is also willing to join the advance team." Thranduil looked back at Galian, "Notify Midrian to select 50 warriors for my lord to send."

Glorfindel took a deep look at Thranduil, and keenly caught the flash of anxiety in his eyes.

"That's very good." He saluted calmly, and slowly exited Thranduil's big tent.