Voice of Dragonland

PS: Yes, I released the leaves, so do you want to come?No abuse, the plot unfolds.

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"You can't go down the valley again." Midrian had a splitting headache, watching Thranduil put the armor of an ordinary elf on himself.However, Gallian was nowhere to be found, and there was no one to persuade him.

"This time is different." Thranduil said, "I know their weaknesses, and I also have a more suitable weapon."

"You are treating your life like a trifle!" Midrian rushed forward angrily, "You can wait until the big troops go down the valley to make plans, instead of going to the bottom of the valley as an ordinary soldier to take another risk now!"

"If Glorfindel asks where I'm going, tell him I'm going back to the jungle to attend to important matters."

"What!" Midrian narrowed his eyes, "You don't intend to..."

"Yes, I will stay at the bottom of the valley." Thranduil got dressed and took advantage of the night to sneak into the selected fighters in the dense forest.

"King, no one in this world can stop you..." Midrian angrily pulled out a soldier, "You, come out, and take off your armor by the way."

"You can't go." Thranduil turned his face away, "One of us must stay to deal with emergencies and... succession issues."

Midrian suddenly felt that he was going crazy, "Shouldn't you be the one staying in the barracks?"

Thranduil lowered his eyes, concealing the confusion in his heart, his voice was very soft, with a trace of helpless despair, "Midrian, maybe it's not the time to say this now, but... I feel that he is still alive , right there, he's waiting for me...you know how stubborn he is."

Midrian's anger gradually receded, and a sour feeling climbed up his heart and nose. He witnessed the growth of the king. He was indifferent and resolute, cold and powerful. For thousands of years, he had never seen a king who was so fragile and disrespectful. of Thranduil.

"Let Serophon accompany you down the valley." Midrian turned his face away, "King, if you still have the jungle in your heart... please come back safely..."

Thranduil caressed his heart and saluted like an ordinary soldier.

The warriors from the dense forest, together with the warriors from Lorraine and Rivendell, assembled into a team of 200 people. Serofen stood quietly on the right side of Thranduil, and occasionally glanced at their king. He was just like an ordinary warrior. With his head held high, most of his face was covered by the golden helmet, and he couldn't see any expression.The palms of Serophon holding the hilt of the sword were wet with sweat. He was not afraid of war or death, but Midrian's entrustment was like a huge boulder weighing on his heart, "Bring Your Majesty back, and when necessary Extraordinary measures can be used."

Does it mean that the matter of challenging the king's authority is about to fall on his shoulders... When Serofen thought of this, he felt that the brilliance of Iluvita was going away from him. He must have been a sinful Avery in his last life, so he is doomed not to be blessed by God in this life...

Thranduil bent his elbow and lightly touched his arm, and Serofin came back to his senses, and found that Glorfindel had arrived at the temporary school grounds at some time, and he told everyone to pay attention with a serious face, and brought the new The forged weapons were handed out one by one.

There was a touch of orange on the sky, and the golden armor of the jungle warriors shone in the sunlight.

Countless orc corpses piled up on the edge of the cliff, waiting for the warriors to get ready to throw them off.

"Now!" Glorfindel ordered.

One end of the heavy wooden pole was inserted into the bottom of the pile of orc corpses through a bracket, and the other end was pressed by a group of ten soldiers, causing the pile of orc corpses to loosen and fall one after another.

The warriors put on their cloaks and took the opportunity to climb down the cliff.

The mist is hazy, and nothing can be seen clearly from ten meters away. Serofen behaves like a young elf on the battlefield for the first time, nervous and at a loss. .) He followed closely beside Thranduil and climbed down, wishing he could stick to the king's body every step of the way.

Countless tentacles sprayed out from below the mist, and accurately swept away the falling orc corpses. Whenever the tentacles waved, the soldiers would quietly cling to the cliff, waiting for the wave of attack to pass before continuing to fall.

Occasionally, a soldier was swept away by the tentacles, only leaving an exclamation in the ears of his companions, and then disappeared into the mist.

Serofen gritted her teeth, looked at the calm and composed Wang around her, and didn't care about the tentacle attacking Wang who kept falling, so she had to speed up her movements and follow her more closely.

Finally, the eyes are clear, the fog rises, and they have reached the bottom of the valley!

Serofen looked back, and an exclamation stuck in her throat, and it took a long time to swallow it.

The canyon that can't be seen at a glance is densely covered with Lothar!They chew and swallow, and the huge mouth can hold a person in and out. The densely packed sharp teeth similar to sharks are exposed in the big mouth, layer after layer, covering the purple-red upper jaw, and the huge moss-covered claws are waving , cut the orc corpse brought down from the tentacles in half with a pair of pliers, and stuffed it into his own mouth. The teeth were embedded in the flesh, and the black dead blood spilled out of the mouth along the teeth. Immediately afterwards, the teeth were sour. The chewing sound exploded!

With a flash of a figure around him, Serofen hurriedly turned his head, his king had already leaped down the hollow of the rock wall where he was hiding with all his evil spirit, heading towards the bottom of the valley where the monster's habitat was!The golden armor drew a dazzling light in this dark place, and instantly fell into the monster! (Sure enough, he is a willful king...)

"Who didn't follow the order!" the Lorraine Elf beside him asked angrily.

No wonder he was angry, Thranduil's leap might have attracted the monster's attention here, exposing the entire team.

In fact, his worries didn't happen, the orc corpses were still being thrown down from the cliff, and Thranduil's movement largely attracted the attention of the monsters who were close to the cliff.

Serofen took a deep breath, remembered Midrian's entrustment, and recalled the appearance of his father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, great-grandmother, great-great-grandmother, great-great-grandmother, great-great-great-great-grandmother..., bowed and jumped with the heart of death, and set off following the footsteps of the king .

The warriors in the dense forest jumped off the cliff as if they had received a signal. They scattered in all directions and quickly ran in all directions. For a moment, golden brilliance flashed one by one, like a meteor shower in the dark night.

"What's the matter with the jungle elves?" Lorraine's warrior almost collapsed.

"When did they play their cards according to the rules?" Rivendell's elf was relatively calm, "We continue to follow the plan, let them go."

The remaining elves descended slowly, in groups of five, and approached the nearest monster.

Thranduil had no scruples, he drew out his long knife, and a cold light, like lightning in the night sky, flew through the darkness quickly, cutting off the oncoming tentacles.

Elrond's forging technique was indeed trustworthy, and the tentacle hit the blade, making a crisp sound, and broke in two.

"Roar!" A deafening roar exploded, and the huge pincers fell from the sky, aimed at his head, and hammered down viciously.

Thranduil easily jumped up, swung his knife and knocked away the tentacles coiling towards his waist.

Serofin, who was following him, also swung his long sword to cut off the tentacles. Although the blade of the long sword could cut off those tentacles that were as stubborn as rocks, it was a great challenge to the warrior's wrist strength. Luofen's shoulder was in pain from the shock, the tiger's mouth was split open, and blood flowed out.He had no choice but to change from chopping to poking, knocking off the tentacles, and moving quickly, hoping to catch up with Wang's speed.

Thranduil made a judgment, and rushed towards the corner close to the cliff, where there were many small rock caves, maybe... he would be there!

Numerous tentacles followed, and Serofen drew out another saber from his waist, stretched his arms, and swung the two knives seamlessly, cutting off the tentacles that were chasing the king, and they were deflected aside by the sharp blade. The moment he changed direction, Serofen pulled out a blue light from his waist, and with a flat swing, several tentacles were cut off in unison.Half of the tentacles quickly retracted.Taking a breath for a while, he looked back, and behind him was a dark brown rock wall, with countless large and small caves arranged irregularly on it, and Thranduil had long since disappeared.The hair on the back of his head stood up, and the blood in his body froze. He lost the king... "King!"

Gritting his teeth, he burrowed into the nearest cave. The cave was low and smelly, and the ground was covered with dark brown mud. It looked like countless blood had coagulated over time.Serofen suppressed the desire to retch, covered her nose and looked inward. The cave was empty, the rocks were exposed and ferocious, and the ground was dirty and smelly.no, not here...

Thranduil shuttled between the caves. Most of the caves here are connected, like a dark and huge maze. He looked around quietly, not letting go of a small space. On top of the creamy mud, there is a tingling feeling that makes people feel chills down the spine.

It was dark before his eyes, and a huge object blocked his way. Thranduil stood holding his sword, and his sharp eyes scanned the object in the darkness.

Lothar, giant Lothar!

Lothar stood there like a mountain bag, with huge pincers supporting the ground, and countless tentacles quietly sticking to the surface, with its huge mouth open, revealing several inches long black and yellow giant teeth, it stood silently on the ground. There, there was no response to Thranduil's approach, apparently dead for a long time.

Thranduil breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly approached behind it. This huge body leaned against the wall of the cave, and beside him were the corpses of unfinished orcs and the remains of elves.

Thranduil was silent for a moment, then turned and walked to the next cave.

He didn't know that Legolas was less than 5 meters below his feet!

Fall off a cliff that day.

Legolas was dragged straight to the bottom of the valley by the tentacles. During the fall, he quickly tied his wrists tightly with his clothes to stop the blood, and before the tentacles suddenly changed direction to throw him towards the cliff, he curled up and pointed his arms towards the cliff. The outer posture collided with the rock wall, and the huge impact blinded his eyes. Before he could make adjustments, he was rolled by the tentacles and sent towards the pincers.

Legolas turned over and bent his body with all his strength, and the pincers clamped on the tentacles with a click, and the huge force of the pincers instantly cut the tentacles into two pieces.

Legolas was free at last, and landed on a roll.His forehead was covered with sweat, and the pain of breaking his wrist was extremely unbearable.But at this moment is not the time to rest and check the wound.A muffled roar sounded from the top of his head, and the trembling small gravel slumped down.He quickly glanced around, this is a cave, not covered by fog, the monster's figure can be seen clearly!

"Vera..." Legolas murmured, looking at the huge monster like an ancient behemoth in front of him, watching it violently waving its tentacles and claws. There was a piercing roar from the tooth's mouth, and countless tentacles lashed at him!

Legolas quickly lowered his body and rolled several times in a row. The hard tentacles hit the ground next to his ear, making a heavy "click" sound, stirring up a cloud of dust, leaving a deep trail on the hard surface. the welt.

He jumped up, turned sideways to pass the approaching tentacles, and threw the blood-stained dagger towards the monster's abdomen.

With [-]% of the force on the dagger, it rushed straight out and nailed the monster fiercely.

"Ding Dang!" The dagger seemed to hit a hard rock, bouncing and bouncing away.And this move undoubtedly angered the stupid monster, it actually moved by the strength of its tentacles, slowly and clumsily, approaching Legolas.

The unarmed Legolas could only try his best to run towards the back of the monster, jumping or lowering his body from time to time to avoid the following tentacles and pincers hammering down with tremendous force.

The space in front of him is not very clear, everything seems to be covered with a layer of fog, which is caused by excessive exercise after blood loss, the severe pain made his back ooze a piece of cold sweat, and his temples throbbed with pain .

The speed gradually slowed down, and the tentacles almost wrapped around his ankles several times!

"No!" He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to forget the pain and calm down.

"Legolas, as a warrior, agility and excellent archery are naturally important, but..." Thranduil drew his sword and pointed at his throat, "What is more important is a calm mind. Now, you Without a weapon, how can you escape from my sword?"

The long sword in the king's hand was naturally domineering, and Legolas still remembered that the cold sword tip touched the skin, and the cold air penetrated to the bone marrow.

His father looked at him calmly, there was no murderous look in his eyes, but the quiet pressure sent chills down his spine.He knew his father's strength too well, it was a height beyond the reach of warriors, he didn't have an elf ring, but he was still so powerful that no one could ignore him.No matter his strength, reaction ability or control over his body, he had reached the peak, and it was almost impossible to escape empty-handed from such Thranduil's sword.

But... it's not all hopeless.

Legolas gradually calmed down, and slowly clenched his hand hanging by his side into a fist. He stared closely at those indifferent eyes, slowed down his breathing, exerted strength instantly, turned his head and neck to one side, and let the tip of the sword A red mark was left on his neck, and he stretched out his hand to hold Thranduil's sword-holding wrist, and pushed it outwards, his body moved diagonally behind him, and put his other hand on his shoulder. Reversing his arm, he unsheathed the longsword.

Thranduil sneered coldly, his shoulders sank, Legolas' hand fell into the air, his vision blurred, his wrist hurt sharply, and the tip of the sword returned to his throat again. "Use your own strengths to attack its weaknesses. Do you understand?"

"Use your strengths to attack its weaknesses..." Legolas narrowed his eyes, "Weaknesses..."

This monster has a uniform color, the skin of its tentacles is as hard as iron, and the pair of pincers are extremely powerful, the only one that has not been tried... His eyes fell on the huge mouth of the monster. "internal."