Voice of Dragonland

PS: It is more interesting to eat with BGM~~

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Thranduil was in a rocky recess not far from them.

The blood in my heart is beating fast, this is the true face of the valley of mist, if killing a monster is so laborious, then how to deal with the monsters full of pits?Is this beyond his ability?Is he able to defeat with the jungle army?

Reason gives the correct answer in the first second, no!

But... Legolas...

This name was like a burning flame, burning fiercely at the tip of his softest heart. The pain was bloody and bloody, and it was so painful that it was difficult to breathe. If he couldn't sweep this evil canyon, how could he find his child?How can I say the long-suffering "Follow me home..." to that face

The handle of the knife in his hand was hot, and he gritted his teeth, thinking about how to deal with it.

Tick, tick, tick...

The blood on his body mixed with the corpse fluid of the monster gathered under his feet to form a small puddle, which overflowed and slid down the rock, making a slight dripping sound.

This sound was insignificant in the noise of crushing bones in a large area, but at this moment, the entire valley fell silent.

It is extremely quiet, the sound of the breeze touching the rocks can be heard, and the monsters in the valley generally maintain a fixed posture, densely packed with their limbs in their mouths but motionless, just like a statue cast by a cult.Soon, the tentacles shot out from under them, as densely as if the barren land sprouted instantly, and grew into a forest of green and black vines!Countless tentacles swept towards him.

Thranduil closed his eyes slightly, breathed calmly, and when he opened his eyes, the previous melancholy and sadness disappeared without a trace, and there was a firm and courageous light in those blue pupils, and there was faint thunder Flowing in it, aroused fierce murderous aura!The next moment he jumped up and jumped out of his hiding place.The long knife in his hand drew a icy brilliance, and knocked away the blue-black tentacles that bore the brunt, and his body, like a goshawk with wings, swooped down to meet the tentacles.

Thranduil stepped on a tentacle, lowered his body, and slid down along the tentacle. Countless tentacles chased after him, but they couldn't catch up with his sliding speed.A series of black steel whips flashed past, and hit the tentacles under his feet several times, causing him to bounce up half a meter, and then fell down quickly. Sweeping, slapping the incoming tentacles.

In an instant, Thranduil fell among the monsters.

"!" Gallian felt the blood rushing straight to the top of his head, and the freshly solidified wound on his forehead began to slowly ooze blood again, and the blood flowed into his eyes, making his eyes red.Through the bewitching red, he looked at the dense tentacles at the bottom of the valley like sea waves, and saw Thranduil shooting straight at the place where the monsters were dense like an arrow off the string. die.

Fei Lun pinched his fingers into the rock wall, as if only such pain could relieve the huge shock and extreme worry in his heart.

Little did they know that although this place was dangerous, there were too many monsters, dense tentacles, squeezing and entangled with each other, making it difficult to catch Thranduil, who moved extremely fast, for a while.

The monster stretched out its claws to pinch the figure. Although the claws were strong, they were not fast. In addition, they were too large, so they couldn't use it to restrain their elbows in this crowded place.

A brown blood mist splashed up, and the monster's howl shook the canyon. The sour voice echoed in the valley, causing many monsters to roar together.

Thranduil drew the long knife from the mouth of the dead monster, jumped towards another monster, and a thick tentacle whipped towards it.He was forced to twist his body in the air, swing the long knife sideways, and wanted to slap the attacking tentacles. The temporarily forgotten wound on his shoulder suddenly stretched like charcoal, and his painful forehead was wet.The cracked wound hindered his movement, but he froze for half a second, the tentacles slammed on the breastplate, and the huge force sent him flying obliquely to the right, and hit the pincers of another monster heavily. above!

He quickly flipped his wrist, grabbed the edge of the pincers, stepped on it with his strength, jumped up, escaped the whipping of several tentacles, and fell into the monster's wide-open mouth.After a moment of silence, the stinky blood rushed out several meters high, and the claws wielded by the monster stiffened immediately, and slowly fell to the ground without moving.Thranduil, covered in monster blood, blatantly emerged from the broken mouth.

"when!"

Thranduil turned his head sideways, an arrow brushed past his cheek, and missed the direction of the tentacle that was shooting furiously behind him, Gallian let out a long sigh of relief, and looked at him calmly.

The two exposed their bodies, and countless tentacles waved towards them. Compared with the center of the monster, the two who were far above the cliff were more dangerous! !

Thranduil frowned, lifted his body, landed on a tentacles stretching upwards, and ran from the center of the monster towards the rock wall.

The exposed and fast-moving body became the target of the monster, and countless tentacles rushed towards him like a tide.

He turned sideways, lowered his body to avoid a few whiplashes, jumped up suddenly with force, and moved forward in a zigzag shape. For a while, the tentacles that were following him fell through the air. They quickly adjusted and assembled, and rushed again!

Galian shot quickly with his bow, and missed several tentacles.And those tentacles swarming over could be blocked by these feathered arrows?

Countless tentacles fanned out behind Thranduil, slapping towards him like a stormy sea!

A rope fell precisely on Thranduil's waist. An iron pendant was tied to the end of the rope, and it was wrapped around his waist twice to securely clasp the armor.He held the rope in his hand and jumped with his strength. The rope led him to climb up quickly. Countless tentacles came from his body. He couldn't catch up with such a fast speed for a while. Seeing that he was about to catch up with Thranduil's figure, he suddenly avoided him and looked around.

Thranduil looked up.

Countless orcs fell from the mist. They obviously had no signs of life, but they effectively suppressed some of the tentacles attacking the cliff. The monsters robbed the delicious food that fell from the sky, and Thranduil's pressure suddenly decreased.

Some tentacles were blocked by the oncoming orcs, and some tentacles still chased Thranduil relentlessly.He waved the long knife airtightly, blocking those hard and cold demon claws, blood gurgled down his shoulders, excessive fatigue and blood loss made the movements of his hands slightly stagnant, but the monsters did not stop at all the meaning of.

Seeing that the blue-black tentacles were about to wrap around his arms, an elf suddenly jumped up from the rock wall, stretched its limbs, and overwhelmed the tentacles, instantly easing Thranduil's plight.

"..." Thranduil looked back, and on the rock wall, two rows of elves were quietly dormant in cloaks. Their mission was to use life as a shield to ensure the safety of the king when Thranduil was attacked.

At this moment of distraction, countless tentacles followed, and the elves on both sides kept jumping down. Thranduil looked back, and a soldier was bound by the waist, and was pulled down instantly. His hands moved forward with inertia. Stretching out, Wang subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to grab his wrist.

His eyes showed such real reluctance, such heartbreaking pain, which belonged to the king's compassion, and also belonged to his family's regret.

The soldier smiled at the king, retracted his hand that was about to be held by the king, and fell quickly.

The tentacles swept away the living beings.The rock-hard tentacles are not afraid of the sword in the hands of the elves. They wrap around these graceful beings and bring them to hell!

Thranduil raised the knife in his hand, trying to cut off the rope wrapped around his waist.

"King!" Midrian's voice came from below, and Thranduil looked down.

The nobles of Sindar, who have followed Midrian on the left and right since the moment Orofer established the Great Green Forest, raised their sabers and put them around their necks.The determination in his eyes was self-evident, as long as Thranduil cut the rope, his blood would immediately splatter on the spot.

Thranduil understood the words in Midrian's eyes, but he didn't cut the rope after all. The long knife hit the following tentacles, responding to the tension of the rope all the way up.

There are constant elves being swept away by tentacles in order to protect the king.They decided without hesitation.

The heart is like a knife... Only by pulling out the knife and hitting the tentacles, only by desperately defending his own safety, only in this way can he protect his people!

I don't know how many dense forest fighters I lost during this climb, before I safely pulled him to the cliff face.

"Let go!" The elf on the cliff gave an order, and the corpses of countless orcs were thrown down, covering the elves at the bottom of the cliff to retreat upwards.

The long-awaited aristocrat of the dense forest, Serofin, quickly stepped forward and helped Thranduil away from the mist.

Thranduil walked out of the fog with a depressed mood, and before he had time to sort out his thoughts, he was startled by the army in front of him.

"It's Glorfindel." Serophon whispered, "Mylord, the Lord of the Golden Flower invites you to the discussion meeting."

Looking at the vast army on the entire plain, Thranduil felt hopeful.

"Tell him, I'll be there right away." He pressed his bleeding shoulder and quickly walked back to his tent.

Half an hour later, Thranduil appeared in Glorfindel's camp.

"Mylord." The legendary Golden Flower Lord who slaughtered the Balrog had a firm face and calm eyes. He bowed his head respectfully and saluted the King of the Jungle.

Thranduil took off his armor and wore a light blue slim gown. The elegant embroidery of vines and the drapey fabric perfectly set off his slender and tall figure. The precious gold and silver threads were inlaid in it, making this magnificent emperor The whole body exudes a lustrous luster.He nodded slightly to Glorfindel, reserved but still majestic.

"I'm ashamed," Glorfindel motioned Thranduil to take a seat at the head, "Yesterday, I withdrew first, and I didn't know that Your Majesty was exploring the valley alone."

Thranduil narrowed his eyes, "Where are the others?"

"Tug, Erelente has arrived with a team, and Mithrandil has also arrived. Humans may not be able to go down to the bottom of the valley. We will arrange for them to deliver supplies." Glorfindel spoke modestly, not because he admired him so much. This king of elves who doesn't set foot in the mundane world, but on the battlefield, this king is indeed outrageously powerful!

"Mylord." Mithranduil walked into the tent, dressed in a gray robe, holding a pointed hat in his hand, his gray hair and beard were connected together, his gray eyes were serious, and he saluted Thranduil .

"Mithranduil." Thranduil nodded, "I can't wait to meet you and ask you about the origin of the valley monster."

Tugg and Erelent followed Gandalf into the tent, and several people sat around the table, waiting silently for Gandalf to speak.

"Your Majesty," the grey-robed wizard Gandalf slowly sat beside Glorfindel, took out his pipe and held it in his mouth, the heavy color on his face was crushed by the serious wrinkles that had lasted for a long time, and he Sublimated in hazy smoke.

"They are not species we are familiar with, nor do they come from anywhere in Middle-earth. They are the first masterpieces of Melkor who came to Arda." Gandalf's cane hit the ground heavily, "Created to destroy this world. species, they are called Lothar."

He got up slowly, "This is an evil thing as hard as a rock and as greedy as a tiger and wolf. Where they gather is a dead zone, and no creature can coexist with it. Back then, Vera defeated Melkor and took these Lothar They were imprisoned in the Evil Valley and suffered from lightning strikes all the year round. However, Vera did not kill their leader. Let’s call him Pallato. With the migration of a large number of Lothar, the stone forest west of Glasgow is the remains of the dead Lothar. Palato chose Glasgow, where there is a mist that will not dissipate all the year round, which is suitable for their habitat and reproduction. They come to Arrived here, killed the evil dragon, and used this place as a shelter. However, the battle with the evil dragon caused Pallato to be seriously injured, and he was in a dormant state. Without the guidance of the leader, Lothar also remained dormant. It's also calm."

"So these stones didn't come for the treasures. They killed the dragon for the purpose of grabbing the territory. Since there are no treasures that can overthrow the world, why did Babot wake them up?" Tu Ge interjected with a frown. .

"That's the problem." Gandalf turned and looked at Turg. "We still don't know what Babbert is trying to do."

"The information from the inquiring elves said..." Erelente crossed his fingers, "The orc army has retreated across the board and has already marched towards Mordor."

"Leave such a mess and leave?" Tuger looked at Erelent in disbelief, "What does this mean? Barbot brought nearly 30 troops to Glasgow to play a cliff jump and then go home Is it? What is the purpose?"

"Lothar has been in a semi-dormant state for thousands of years. As long as you don't approach here, there will be no danger." Gandalf looked in the direction of the mist, "Now, they are awakened."

"And then? Can Lothar recognize that these are allies that cannot be eaten, and those are pure and kind species that are eaten up?" Tugg spread his palms, "The first thing they eat is the orc! This kind of creature is awakened, and the whole of Middle-earth will suffer, and so will the orcs."

"That's not the purpose..." Glorfindel shook his head, "Bababot has another purpose in waking them up."

"We don't know, and the captured orc captives don't know anything about it, but they say..." Gandalf held a pipe, his eyes showed deep anxiety, "Darkness will be free again, and the gods will take over the curse again." place."

"What do you mean?" Tuge tilted his head, "Those stones can summon the true god?"

"The top priority is to seal off Glasgow, so that these Lothars cannot leave here." Glorfindel tapped the sheepskin map on the table, "Otherwise, there will be no peace in Middle-earth."

"Lothar's body is hard and invulnerable to swords, his tentacles are extremely fast, and he is extremely sensitive to sound and moving objects. The only weakness is his mouth. Cutting the nerves in the mouth can kill them." Thranduil said, "If you want to do it once and for all, The best way is to..."

Everyone's eyes fell on his slightly pale face.

Thranduil raised his eyes, his eyes were cold and sharp, like sharp swords out of their sheaths, "Kill them all."

"This is a good way." Tu Ge nodded sharply, "I just want to know how to get to Lothar's mouth alive and give him a fatal blow?"

"Of course a dwarf can't do it." Thranduil responded unceremoniously to Tugg's ridicule.

"Aiming at Lothar's hard shell, Lord Elrond has already begun to forge brand new weapons, and the first batch will arrive here soon." Glorfindel changed the topic, "I don't want to say how bad His Majesty's suggestion is. practicable, but . . . it is indeed the only way to defend Middle-earth."

Gandalf looked worriedly at the elves and dwarves preparing to set up camp outside the tent, "This will be a protracted war..."

Thranduil turned his eyes to hide the pain in his eyes.