[Comprehensive] Jungle Epic

Olivier's head seemed to be hit by something, and there was a sudden sting.

What he should remember, a name, a name called Sisi.Forget it is obviously a good spell, but it doesn't work forever, at least at this moment, Olivier can feel that he can't focus on words or actions at all, and his eyes begin to change color slowly .

This is the change that happened after the red-haired elf pointed at him lightly with the magic wand. The beautiful pupils that were originally turquoise suddenly seemed to have been stained with blood, turning blood red, as beautiful as the best rubies , but also dangerous.

At this moment, Olivier's mind was like a mess, and he couldn't find a clue.He reached out to support the tree beside him, but he vaguely remembered a name called Sisi.

They grew up together, and they were born together. Olivier once thought that they would live like this for many years.

There is just one place that Olivier doesn't want to remember, in a small picturesque village, there are a group of cute hobbits, but Olivier didn't let his memory go back to that place, and It was the gate that was silently closed, unwilling to take a step further.

But he couldn't remember the face of the man named Sisi at all, he forgot, deeply forgot about the face of the man named Sisi.

Even though he could remember Ceci's favorite sword, favorite clothes, and favorite words, he still didn't know who it was.

Olivier pursed his lips and looked at the red-haired elf in front of him.

He could see the faint hope in the elf's eyes, but Olivier simply regarded that little hope as non-existent.Trying to restrain the pain caused by the gushing out of memory, he put the long sword horizontally in front of him, looked at the red-haired elf with a pair of blood-red eyes indifferently, and said: "I don't know you, get out of the way, I will tell the king of elves Take your guilt, and until then, you'd better not go anywhere."

The last hope in the eyes of the red-haired elf slowly extinguished, it was an expression that made Olivier unconsciously feel sad.But immediately, the red-haired elf laughed again. He looked at Olivier and said softly: "My lord, I followed you from the magical world to help you. His Majesty the Dark Lord once thought that you could perfectly inherit His everything, but, my lord, I know how kind and soft-hearted you are, and you will never be able to achieve everything that the master wants you to do."

Dark Lord.

This is the second time that the red-haired elf mentioned this name. Olivier felt that the soul in his head kicked Olivier's own soul violently, which made Olivier's head hurt even more.

The red-haired elf's voice continued, and he didn't move away as Olivier hoped, but took a step forward: "I will help you do everything the Dark Lord wants you to do, destroy this strange The elf forest, to obtain the supreme right, let you be crowned king. And your highness, you just need to wait, and leave everything to me."

After finishing speaking, the red-haired elf turned to leave, but he heard a voice from behind: "Avada!"

This is the Death Curse, one of the three Unforgivable Curses, and one of the Dark Lord's favorite spells.

For some reason, the red-haired elf suddenly remembered what the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had taught him when he was still at Hogwarts.

Dodging subconsciously, the red-haired elf saw a bright green light rubbing his cheek and hitting the tree trunk beside him.And when he took out the place where he was hit, black smoke came out, and when he looked closely, it was already scorched black.

He felt a tingling pain on his face, so he stretched out his hand to touch it, and when he touched it, he saw blood on his hand.

But in the next second, the red-haired elf felt a sharp pain in his back.

He was stunned, and lowered his head, but what he saw was the long sword coming out of the gap in the exquisite and gorgeous gold armor.The long sword was filled with bright red blood, which slowly dripped to the ground.

One drop, two drops.

The red-haired elf just looked down at the tip of the knife, and then a voice rang in his ear: "He is right, you are indeed a traitor from the jungle."

The stabbing pain in the red-haired elf's abdomen didn't affect his head. He heard this sentence and reacted immediately.

The red-haired elf knew exactly who Olivier was talking about. It was the soul he released, a soul piece, a soul piece belonging to the Dark Lord.That is the powerful man that the red-haired elf most admired and longed for since he was born.

But now, the red-haired elf disobeyed his orders for the first time for Olivier, and now he has received retribution.

The person he most wished to protect was now trying to kill him.

The red-haired elf looked back at Olivier, and met a pair of cold and indifferent eyes.

The scarlet color, just like that adult's expression, made the red-haired elf a little dazed for a while.

Olivier drew out his long sword without the slightest hesitation, and without looking at it, the red-haired elf jumped onto the lush tree in the dense forest, jumping forward and moving quickly, his eyes watching without blinking. Looking at the figure of Smaug who had started to go away, he frowned.

The red-haired elf knelt on the ground on one knee, took out his wand with trembling hands, pointed at his wound, and said softly: "Quickly stop the bleeding."

The blood from the wound began to slowly stop, and the wound began to heal.

He gritted his teeth and stood up, his eyes looking into the distance.Just took out the long sword and held it in his hand, and chased after Olivier.

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Thranduil looked at Smaug from far to near, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

Back then he left Smaug in the jungle for gold coins, an inexhaustible treasure trove. To Thranduil, Smaug was just a naive and stupid little guy, always in his eyes It was the flickering light of obsession that made Thranduil very familiar.

The king of elves has never been short of suitors, and the species that pursue the king of the jungle have always been strange.It is not uncommon for Thranduil to have one more dragon suitor.

He had also imagined what would happen if Smaug grew up. Perhaps before that, Thranduil had thousands of ways to drive the dragon out of the jungle. The so-called love is always fragile, and Thranduil never counted on a Dragons will use this fragile feeling to support a long life.

So he put a collar on Smaug, which was a restraint and a protection.

What Thranduil didn't expect was that there was a traitor in the dense forest, and he was so bold that he would undo the shackles around Smaug's neck!

Thranduil looked at Smaug indifferently, this is a rapidly growing dragon, this growth rate is completely beyond Thranduil's expectation.He became powerful, and his body swelled several times. This is a body that only a dragon can have for thousands of years.Thranduil was quite sure that Smaug's development was abnormal, but he didn't have time to pursue this abnormality now.

Standing at the top of the palace overlooking the entire jungle, there is his kingdom and his people. Thranduil has known from a long time ago that his duty is to guard this land and his people so that they will never Will be hurt and attacked.

Thranduil paid a lot for his promise. The old elf king, as well as the queen whom Thranduil loved deeply, lost their lives in battles.

Now, Thranduil felt the need to make another sacrifice.

And the price of sacrifice may be his life.

Thranduil looked silent, his face that seemed to have shrunk starlight had an unpredictable look on it.He said to the elf guard behind him, "Where is Olivier?"

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness is still missing." The elf guard lowered his head and quickly replied.

Thranduil lowered his eyes, tightened his hand holding the long sword, and his voice was as cold as water: "Keep looking, and make sure the eldest prince is safe. Also, Legolas is not allowed to step out of the room, nor Tell him what happened outside, and no matter what happens, he is not allowed to come out." Then, Thranduil's voice paused slightly, "If I didn't guard the jungle, you take him to Rivendell, he will get Well looked after."

A strange expression suddenly appeared on the face of the elf guard, mixed with determination and fearlessness, as well as a trace of imperceptible sadness.He agreed, and walked down the terrace quickly. The little prince might have started to make noise now, and it was necessary for him to appease the little prince.

Thranduil took off the silver-red cloak he was wearing. This cloak belonged to his glory as the Elf King, but it was not a powerful protection on the battlefield.

Thranduil, who was dressed in a tight silver robe, stretched out his long sword, and the elf guards on the side took out horns made of goat horns, and thousands of elf guards below set up their spears and threw them into the air together.

The elves in the dense forest are not good at magic. Except for Thranduil and his son with excellent bloodlines, basically the native elves in the dense forest are not strong enough to use magic to fight.Their bodies were not the most powerful, and they always looked thinner and thinner than the elves in Rivendell.

But the jungle elves have the richest elf king. Their majesty put all the money he could collect into his bag, and then took almost all of it to help his people forge the best armor, the most solid golden shield, the sharpest spear.

But the dragon's armor is obviously stronger than the elves expected. The spears hit the dragon's body precisely, but it didn't cause the slightest damage to the steel-like skin, and even a little scratch was not enough. No.Smaug's eyes were reddened by inexplicable rage, and he couldn't see that Thranduil was standing in front of him. In other words, the giant dragon with a chaotic brain couldn't see anything at all. He just wanted to destroy. Destroy everything you see, but do these things with no purpose at all.

The attack had no effect, but Thranduil did not give up.

He raised his long sword and looked at Smaug. He had exhausted his magical strength since he drove Smaug away last time. The only thing he could do now was to stop the dragon in another way.

The price might be life, but that was not what Thranduil valued the most.

But just before Thranduil was about to rush up, he saw a figure suddenly appearing in front of him.

He turned his back to himself, and his waist-length platinum-blonde long hair seemed to gather all the sunshine in the world.

Stretching out his arms, he chanted softly, that voice was very familiar to Thranduil.

Belonging to his eldest prince and Thranduil's greatest pride, his Olivier.

It was an ancient elven language, which Thranduil could hear, but gradually Thranduil changed his expression.The elf king who had always been calm looked at Olivier in disbelief, just because the spell was too powerful and too dangerous.

Even overdraw your life.

【See what the author has to say】

The author has something to say: the effect is obvious. At the moment when Olivier stopped, the trees in the dense forest suddenly rose into the sky. They waved their branches and leaves, became thick and fearless, and blocked the Smaug.So many trees became barriers, entangled Smaug tightly, and made the dragon unable to move for a while.

At this moment, the platinum-haired elf turned his head, looking at Thranduil with a pair of blood-red eyes.

He showed a smile, which was the gentleness and pride that belonged to the elf prince.

"I swore to protect you and love you ada, those are the two most important things in my life."