East boundary

Thranduil often came under this ancient tree in his dreams. Even under the influence of darkness, this tree was not affected at all, and still exuded a freshness that penetrated his heart and spleen. He even often felt The ground under my feet was throbbing with a gushing force.And that power becomes more and more obvious as time goes by, almost touching the soul.

Until this day, those trees that were on the verge of death began to shrink and dry up rapidly, disappearing completely.The palace of the forest kingdom collapsed, and the huge woodland turned into fly ash. The darkness had completely corroded the forest. Thranduil turned his head and saw the last sturdy giant tree shrinking and dissipating rapidly.The earth-shaking changes are taking place around him.The scorched black wood kept disappearing, and the green trees withered and fell, buried in the barren land. The open space was getting bigger and bigger, and all the green seemed to be moving away from him.The earth trembled, and a piece of desolation quickly spread out under his feet.

Thranduil turned around and looked around, unbelievable and at a loss.A feeling of sadness and powerlessness took over her body.He thought that he had lived for 6000 years, and he could accept no matter how much pain he suffered, but when he saw the dream that he insisted on protecting completely disappeared, this kind of unwillingness and powerlessness made his heart feel numb. The deeper the recitation, the more fragile it is?

The dark red blood color, the deep hole, and the dragon fire wound on the left face are all revealed, piercing to the bone, and the pain penetrates into the marrow.The severe pain made him grit his teeth.He even reached out to tear open the disgusting and ugly wound.

But as soon as he touched that pitted and hole-covered face, he immediately retracted his hands, which was unbearably disgusting and disgusting.

The double torture of body and mind slowly melted his will.The once proud and mad king of the forest fell to the ground at this moment, his silver-gray royal robe limp on the endless wasteland.It seemed that even his long pale blond hair had lost its luster, and he closed his eyes, feeling too tired.

Before his consciousness disappeared, Thranduil began to have difficulty understanding, as an elf, what is the meaning of immortality.If you are doomed to suffer more than happiness, parting and not getting together.

The long wind blows, and it is desolate.A ravine suddenly opened on the ground, and tens of thousands of gaps quickly extended. The thin land spread out, and golden light reflected from the ground.The moment before the ground completely collapsed, Thranduil was picked up by someone.

Cang Qi is a bit strange, Middle Earth without aura is no longer suitable for elves to live in, why are there still elves here?Shouldn't this elf go westward to Aman Island?

When he saw the wound on Thranduil's face, he felt a little strange in his heart. The little elf who once stood on the tree at the tip of his heart to catch birds, the little prince who said he wanted to protect the forest, and the little prince with cute dimples when he smiled The boy, now exudes such a sad and heavy atmosphere, which is depressing.

However, time has no rival and can change everything. Isn't this the truth that I have long understood?

Thranduil had that dream again, with the same beginning. The tall figure in the dream gradually became clear. It was a man with black hair and black eyes. He was flying over the clouds above the forest with himself in his arms. That man was as black as an abyss. Eyeballs fixed on himself, he gently kissed his forehead.He asked who he was, the man smiled lightly, and then disappeared like the wind.

A thick spiritual power surrounded him, like the pure fresh air under the ancient tree, flowing into the heart. Thranduil slowly opened his eyes, and saw a black-haired man standing beside the stone bed, while he was lying on the bed. On the stone bed, those dark and lacquer-like eyes were deep and peaceful, as if they had known each other before, as if they were in a dream.

Thranduil was a bit unbelievable, with the same black hair and black eyes as in the dream, the man 6000 years ago, could it be a dream within a dream?

However, this was indeed not a dream, he could feel the karma burning in his body, Thranduil immediately got down from the stone bed, the elf king is not used to looking up at others.Even now that the dragon fire in his body is secretly burning and corroding his nerves, he will not show his weak side.

He stood in front of the man, but soon, he found that although he didn't have to look up, he couldn't look down at him like an elf or a dwarf.And he really wanted to take a step back to reduce the pressure brought by the opponent's tall stature, but he didn't.

"Who are you?" His voice was hoarse, and Thranduil realized that he had been asleep for a long time.

Cang Qi didn't speak, and the world can learn from it, he just took a nap, and when he woke up, thousands of years had passed.The cute elf back then probably doesn't remember him anymore, just like the innocent and clear eyes have been replaced by the vigilance and indifference of today.Almost half of his handsome face was covered with dragon fire scars.For the first time, he really felt the difference made by the passage of time.

He couldn't help reaching out to caress the wound, but Thranduil turned his head to avoid it. Even though he didn't care about other people's opinions, this wound was too hideous and ugly, and it had become a taboo for the Elf King.

But soon, he found that he couldn't move at all. The man with black hair and black eyes was gently stroking his left cheek. Thranduil's blue eyes were looking at him fiercely, and his heroic eyebrows were vigilant. .

But the other party showed a kind smile instead. If Thranduil was a woman, he might scream because of his smile, but unfortunately he is a six thousand year old male elf.

The fingertips caressed with cool tenderness, like a pool of spring water to cleanse the burning skin, and the unbearable pain in the body gradually disappeared.Thranduil looked at him with a relaxed look.

The pale fingertips seem to have blue starlight, and the breath is as pure as the lightness of new shoots. They trace the uneven wounds and pits on the face in detail, and every trace and every crack is different. miss.The eyes were focused and gentle, and the movements were gentle and delicate, as if treating a rare treasure, but it was obviously just an ugly and disgusting wound, Thranduil thought to himself.The bondage gradually disappeared, and the Elf King didn't struggle, just lowered his eyelids and didn't look at him.There was some subtle astonishment in my heart.

Thranduil's skin is as beautiful as jade, and there is no doubt that Iluvatar's hands have carved his unparalleled beauty in the world.

The light from the man's fingertips faintly dissipated on his flawless face.

Finally, he made a movement that Thranduil couldn't understand.He gently rubbed Thranduil's restored left cheek with his cheek.The black hair and the blond hair touched lightly, maybe it was just the other party's unique etiquette, Thranduil thought to himself.He raised his hand to caress his cheek, there was no bump from a wound, only smooth and delicate skin.

Thranduil never thought that there would be a day when the old wound would heal. You must know that this wound has been with him for thousands of years.He looked at the other party, put his hand on his heart, and solemnly performed an elf gift to express his gratitude.

Cang Qi probably understood what he meant, looked at him with a smile, his eyes were gentle.The elf king's indifferent and calm demeanor and innate noble temperament made him admire in his heart.Thousands of years is enough to make a huge change.

The Elf King looked at that man, always silent, and his every move was mysterious.The unrestrained aura on his body seemed to penetrate the earth, touching the soul, but it was undeniable that the thick and mighty aura on his body made him feel gentle.Unexpected contradictions and harmony.

A long silence, after all, the thousand-year-old king of the forest is not used to dealing with people proactively, unless driven by interests.The other party just looked at him quietly, as if thinking about something.

"...Who are you?" Thranduil finally spoke. He hadn't heard him speak 6000 years ago, and he subconsciously believed that they were the same person.Thranduil thought unkindly, maybe the other party is dumb.

Of course Cang Qi is not dumb, he just slept for too long, and he rarely communicates with others. To be precise, his language is incomprehensible to others, but he has a good memory and remembers the basic human language.

He looked into Thranduil's eyes, which were so similar to the original scene, but innocence and innocence could no longer be seen in those eyes, and they were replaced with complex emotions that he couldn't understand.But he is not disgusted, on the contrary he likes this pair of beautiful eyes like the vicissitudes of the sea.

"My... name is Cang Qi."

His voice is like sake that has been buried for thousands of years at the bottom of the cellar, full of richness and sweetness.It's better to talk less with such a voice, because it's too easy to get intoxicated.

"I am Thranduil." He also replied in human language.

Cang nodded and smiled.

Thranduil hesitated: "You have been to the Giant Green Forest before." He used an affirmative sentence.

"...Yes." Cang nodded, probably he had been there, if he said: "That forest is actually my quilt when I sleep, and it is relatively heavy." 'If you say this, I don't know if you will be beaten into an idiot by the king of the forest.