[Zongmeiying] Wait, am I going to die?

Breaking through Hydra's secret base is a bit of a hassle even for the Avengers.

In particular, these guys all have a fanatic temperament as if they have been brainwashed-it is very rare to see a guy who is so afraid of death like Dr. Zola in this kind of secret base.

"Regional Low Temperature Responses - Bingo!"

Tony's voice came from the channel.

"Let me see, the seventh floor underground is quite deep, so keep up!"

As Iron Man spoke, he turned into a streak of golden red and flew into the depths of the building.

"Leave it to us." Clint and Natasha glanced at each other and said to Steve.

The Elf King and the Winter Soldier have already caught up with Iron Man.

When the last door opened, Tony blew a whistle. Everything in reality was more spectacular than the vision in that vision.

In the huge and empty underground space that seems to open up the entire floor, the ice spreads around the center of the freezer that stands in the middle. From a distance, it looks like a raging wave that has been spread, and it looks like It is a flower of frost that blooms layer upon layer.

The white lion was lying in front of the ice-wrapped freezer, its blue eyes were peaceful and serene, and it seemed that it had known their arrival for a long time, but it neither stepped forward nor retreated, just crouched there, as if waiting for something.

"Don't come close." Thranduil frowned and stopped Tony Stark, who was full of curiosity, and Steve and Bucky, who were full of worry.

The warning from Palladia made him a little puzzled, but the Elven King suppressed his urgency.

"Sir, these ices contain wonderful energy."

Tony, who was silently muttering "The whole family is old popsicles", was refreshed because of Jarvis' discovery.

"Analyze the ice, Jarvis."

"It's already being done, sir."

White Deer, the spiritual guide of the Elf King, gradually revealed his figure, walked slowly to the lion, and put its forehead on the lion.

"Warning, high energy response, warning, high energy response."

Immediately following Jarvis' warning came a white storm.

Taking the place where the two spiritual bodies meet as the origin, the hurricane created by the energy swirls and spreads. The surrounding frozen ice crystals crack first, and then make a crisp cracking sound. A frosty rain began to fall at a depth of tens of meters underground.

Black Widow and Hawkeye just appeared at the door after dealing with those miscellaneous soldiers, and they didn't miss the beautiful scenery like a dream.

When all the frost had disappeared, revealing the cryo chamber containing the elven lord, Thranduil hurried forward, and——

The Avengers saw the Elf King performing a show of tearing open the freezer with his bare hands...

"I didn't mess with him before, did I?" Clint murmured, causing the Black Widow beside him to roll his eyes.

Hawkeye justified himself in his heart-although there are many people here who can perform free-hand tearing of the freezer, except for the big green man, Tony needs his armor, and Steve and Bucky at least look like they are desperately trying , instead of this kind of understatement as if tearing off a piece of paper, okay? !

Elves are a terrible race!

——You guys have a big misunderstanding about elves!

"Elrond." Thranduil softly called to the elf lord with his eyes closed, and their spiritual guide disappeared at some point. "Elrond!"

The elf lord's fingertips moved, and he slowly opened his eyes, revealing a gentle smile.

"Thranduil."

——The front is so flashy!

The Avengers have an illusion of being blinded - except for Captain America who is up to the point of no cure.

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"You didn't tell us that they are a couple? Aren't we good partners who share weal and woe?" Tony muttered in the Avengers channel, obviously dissatisfied with the run-off between Captain America and the Winter Soldier.

Surely he could see that Steve Rogers and his buddy Bucky Barnes were equally ignorant about the two elves, okay?He is not Barton.

—Hawkeye: Hey!

After successfully completing the rescue mission and giving Hydra a fatal blow, they dug up a lot of good things in the base. Now they have returned to the aircraft, and Dr. Banner on standby is conducting a physical examination for Elrond.

The elf fell into a coma shortly after waking up, causing the elf king's mood to be on the verge of a storm.

"So the captain's father is the elf queen? So the captain is actually His Royal Highness? Same as Thor?"

"Laugh if you want, Clint. I think the captain's little friend already remembers you."

"I really like you, Mister Stark."

"Don't love me too much, I'm not interested in men."

Natasha Romanoff had that "the man on the team was only three years old" look.

"There is nothing wrong with his body." Dr. Banner looked at the test results and said to Thranduil, Steve, and Bucky who was sitting in the shadow, "All the values ​​are normal, and he is in good condition. Too good for a frozen person—is that also a characteristic of elves?"

The research-crazy doctor is obviously interested in this kind of physique that is similar to human beings but completely superior to human beings.

The answer was Captain America.

"The physique of the elves is much better than that of humans." He still remembered what his father told him about the firstborn of Iluvatar.

Elves have eternal life and keen five senses. They have low requirements for food and environment, and love beautiful things by nature, so they are more sensitive and disgusted with darkness.

"We have to be thankful that Hydra didn't do anything to your father." The doctor looked at Elrond's information again, and said quite seriously.

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Elrond knew he was dreaming.

For elves, dreams are the past, the future, warnings, reminders... Dreams are never meaningless.

So he looked at the little self in his dream standing in the snow field, wondering if this was a memory he had lost.

——Judging by the age of a human being, I am only about four or five years old, wrapped in thick fur.

Elrond stood aside like a bystander, seeing another figure suddenly appearing beside his young self.

"What the hell is this place?" said the blond child, with a familiar light in his blue eyes—the light that belonged to an adult Thranduil. Why are we here and like this?"

Elrond saw that he turned around and met the displeased gaze of young Thranduil, he still maintained a certain manner and said: "I have never heard of such a place in Middle-earth, and the people here don't know about it at all. Earth Continent, we may have come to a place beyond Asia."

The blond elf raised his eyebrows, although this action can only look childish and cute by the current him: "You mean to say that we have died on the battlefield against the orcs, and our souls have not gone to Mandos but have come Here? Outside the grand movement?"

Elrond shook his head, his immature face had a mature and prudent look, which also seemed a little out of line.

"Although it was a reckless attack, I don't think we're dead."

Thranduil narrowed his eyes.

"That attack was not reckless."

As he said this, he tensed up slightly as if he was ready to deal with Elrond's counterattack at any time.

Elrond could almost imagine his little self sighing deeply in his heart, but it was completely hidden from the surface.

"His Royal Highness, Prince of the Giant Green Forest, the question now is how should we go back, instead of facing three trolls alone, fighting is reckless for an elf."

The elf lord remembered the attack.

On the battlefield of the Darago Plain, after he wiped out a small group of orcs, he heard Silvan's call for help, and immediately led the troops away, only to find that His Royal Highness the Prince of the Giant Green Forest was fighting with several ogres.

The long golden hair was stained with blood, and the red and black mixed together made the elf startled.

He couldn't remember the end of that battle clearly—by the way, he seemed to be in a coma for a month that time, and he couldn't remember anything during that time, including how they defeated several trolls and returned to the camp, and how Seran He didn't even ask what happened to Dill.

Elrond smiled wryly in his dream.

It seemed the problem was that fight, and the month that followed.

Maybe there was something affecting his thoughts, otherwise, it was impossible for the elf lord not to ask Thranduil completely, nor would he turn a blind eye to the rather weird situation and forget about it.

While he was still thinking, the children in the dream continued.

"I can handle them."

"But you also pay the price, even your life."

"Or my subordinates will give their lives. Do you want me to watch things go on like this, Herald of King Gilgalad."

"I believe that your subordinates will not want to see you die for them." Little Elrond sighed, "Can we stop this topic? It seems that both you and I have been affected by this. have bodily effects."

The little Elrond frowned and looked down at himself. This action seemed to have touched Thranduil's smile, and His Royal Highness the Prince of the Great Green Forest laughed without hesitation.

"The way you frown looks funny now, Herald."

Elrond, who was dreaming, saw the expression of patience on his face, and then walked back with the little elf king.

— Elrond.

A familiar call echoed in his ears.

The elf lord tried to open his eyes, and a large version of the elf king appeared in front of him.

Compared with the young one, it looks a little more gloomy after vicissitudes of life, but it is still shining like the warm light of spring.

The person in front of him gradually overlapped with the young child he saw in his dream.

"Long time no see, King Thranduil."