[Comprehensive] Jungle Epic

Olivier didn't really want to get anything, he just walked into the cellar, but couldn't convince himself to really take something out.

After all, everyone knew that Thranduil just wanted to say something to Thorin alone, and as for the fine wine, that was actually not important.

Olivier walked slowly inside, touching the wall with his hand, knocking from time to time.The dull voice was sometimes far away, and sometimes very close, which helped the elf prince to hear the road ahead and be alert to possible threats behind.

After a not too long walk, he went to the cellar. Because Thranduil was very fond of fine wine, he kept a lot of wine in the cellar, and some wooden barrels were even bigger than two Oliviers. high.

Olivier reached out and touched the outer wall of the wooden barrel. This is what he often does. To ensure the mellowness of the wine, it is necessary to control the temperature and humidity from beginning to end. It must be just right, and Olivier often does this by himself. In fact, as long as the matter of Thranduil is involved, he always has to do something himself to feel at ease.

While walking, Olivier suddenly noticed something was wrong.

As usual, there are elf guards guarding here. Although the guards will not show up, Olivier can feel their aura.But now, it is dead silent, nothing.

Olivier frowned and walked forward, holding the dagger at his waist with his backhand, but at this moment he suddenly heard a strange sound from above his head.

Looking up suddenly, he saw a stone coming towards him, Olivier took a step back hastily, and the boulder slammed hard in front of him, blocking his way like a stone wall.Olivier turned his head sharply, and saw another stone smashed down hard, blocking the way.

Olivier's pupils shrank slightly, and he realized that he had been calculated by someone, and he was completely blocked in the cellar!

"Damn it!" Olivier gritted his teeth and put his hand on the stone wall, trying to smash him with the elven spell, but was bounced off the moment his palm touched the stone, and fell directly on the other stone wall.

This sudden fall was not light, Olivier clutched his heart suddenly, and felt a fishy and sweet taste coming out of his throat.Trying to suppress the desire to vomit, he stood up and stabbed at the stone wall with the dagger in his hand.

It has to be said that the weapons of the elves are always elegant and sharp in mechanism, but this does not mean that they can really be invincible.The sharp dagger made a gap in the stone wall, but it also curled the edge.

Olivier cursed in a low voice, this does not belong to the elegance of an elf prince, but the so-called elegance and decency are useless at this moment.Keenly felt that someone might have deliberately arranged for him to be trapped here, and everything could only point to his ada, Thranduil, which made Olivier feel even more panicked.

"If I were you, I'd try to use magic instead of driving myself insane here like a Muggle."

A voice, deep and hoarse, with a snake-like tail, suddenly exploded in Olivier's ear.

Olivier was taken aback, and looked around the wall fiercely. In the darkness, he had to clenched his fists hard to stop the trembling: "Who is it! Who is talking!"

"Well, I really can't expect you, my child," said the voice with a smile and unspeakable interest, "I have to say that my lovely red-haired servant has become stronger and stronger, but even so He didn't really tell you to stop being that damn forgetful either, did he?"

Olivier didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at the moment. Maybe he knew each word separately, but when they were stitched together, there was always something that Olivier couldn't understand.

So the elf prince didn't say a word, and his long light brown hair fell by his ears, but it looked much darker.

The voice said again: "Try the magic, boy, you can do it."

"Don't call me a child." Olivier gritted his teeth, but his head swelled when the man said magic.

"Of course, if this is your wish." As he spoke, the voice said lightly, "'Torn apart', try it."

Olivier said nothing, and was not ready to move.Olivier didn't know if this was a trap, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

But at this moment, there was a roaring sound from the top of the head, as if something hit the thick wall of the palace.

Immediately afterwards, there was a beep.

That's Dragon Yin.

Olivier stood up straight with a frown, clenched his fists with both hands.

That's right, the dragon chant, it's the sound of a giant dragon, and it's also mixed with the sound of something being smashed into pieces.Olivier determined almost instantly that it was Smaug, and only Smaug could accurately locate the palace in the jungle!

"It looks like your little friends are in trouble." The hoarse voice sounded again, with a feeling of jumping.

Olivier frowned suddenly, and shouted: "Shut up."

"Torn apart, as I said, you can try to break the stone wall, as long as you want." This time, the voice was bewitched, clearly tempting Olivier to do something.

It seems so unusual to be fooled.Olivier clenched his fists violently, the gems of dreams on his fingers glistening.But he had no other choice, the dense forest where the dragon descended would be a disaster, whether it was for his people or Thranduil.

I need to do something, for ada.

Olivier made up his mind, put his hand gently on the stone wall, closed his eyes, and chanted a spell loudly.

"Fractured!"

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When the wall collapsed, Olivier stood there without speaking for a long time.

He looked at his hands, which were as white and slender as usual, but he could feel the extraordinary energy bursting out from his body at that moment just now, as if he was born with that kind of power and couldn't resist it at all a feeling of.

He clenched his fists in a daze, but immediately, the violent roar from above his head brought Prince Jungle back to his senses.

He walked forward quickly, preparing to leave the dark cellar, but saw a black figure near the cellar door.

"Fluorescent flashes." The voice rang again.

Olivier didn't hesitate this time, and said directly: "Fluorescence flashes!"

Dots of fluorescent light flickered, illuminating the darkness and also illuminating the face of the person at the door.Olivier was surprised to find that he knew this face, it was the guard in golden armor who was outside just now.

"You shouldn't come here, elf guard, leave with me." Olivier said, and was about to walk away from him into the dark corridor.

But a strong arm firmly blocked Olivier. The elf prince was taken aback, stopped and turned his head to look, and saw the elf guard in golden armor looking at him and smiling: "Your Highness, outside It's a mess right now, for your safety you better stay here and don't leave."

Olivier frowned: "It is our duty to protect the dense forest."

"No, my lord."

The huge roar above his head seemed to explode in his ears. Olivier tried hard to restrain his hands covering his ears, but stared at the elf in front of him with those beautiful turquoise eyes.

The golden-armored guard just smiled and let him look at him, his expression peaceful and stable.

"Come out with me, elf guard, so that I can ignore what you just said." Olivier's back was pressed against the stone wall behind him, not only to protect himself, but also to borrow it in times of crisis. The reaction force leaves quickly.

But obviously the golden armored elf saw Olivier's plan, he took two steps forward, then took out a slender wooden stick from his waist pocket, and tapped lightly on the wall beside him .

The original flat stone wall suddenly changed, and the stone wall stretched rapidly, directly clinging to both sides and blocking the way to the top.

Olivier's pupils shrunk. If he still can't see the elf's plan, then his head is no better than Sisicao.

"You want to trap me." Olivier frowned and looked at the elf in front of him.

"It turns out that I can't tell whether you are the master or your highness now, but just looking at what I have done, yes, I am trapping you." The golden armored guard helped the long sword at his waist, but did not put him Pull it out, just holding the small wooden stick that Olivier finds extremely obtrusive.

The elf prince tried his best to hope that the voice just now could appear again. Sometimes when a huge crisis came, he would subconsciously ask for help, but obviously that voice was very boring, so he didn't make another sound.

The guard in golden armor took two steps forward, and stopped about five meters away from Olivier: "Stay here, and I will help you complete all the things the master entrusts to you, all you need is to wait. "

"I don't know your master!" Olivier gritted his teeth and pulled out his long sword with his backhand, but before he could move, he heard a bland spell from the elf blurted out.

"Except your weapons."

It wasn't Elvish, but Olivier found that he seemed to be able to understand it.

This is a very incomprehensible thing, as if he could talk to that little chubby just now.

The long sword was thrown out of his hand in an instant, pitifully hit the wall, rebounded and was thrown far away.Olivier lost his weapon, but he did not relax his vigilance, but still stood up straight, trying to find a solution.

The golden-armored guard smiled. He took off the helmet on his head, and then lightly touched his hair. The original dark brown hair slowly turned red from the root down, even in the dark cellar. Vibrant and vibrant colors can be seen in the fluorescent dots.

The bright red seemed to have stimulated a certain sensitive nerve in Olivier, he frowned suddenly, and took a step back subconsciously.

"Who are you?" Olivier pursed his lips slightly, and held the long sword behind his back with his backhand.

The golden-armored guard smiled softly, stroked his chest left and right, and bent his body slightly: "Your Majesty, Sisi, I haven't seen my Highness for a long time."