Marvel's Magic Master

Chapter 256: The Dark Army Attacks (Part )
When the three returned to the town, the sky had gradually darkened. Based on Ivan's memory, George skillfully greeted the people he knew.

After having a simple meal in the tavern and tasting the unique wine in this world, he waved goodbye to Al and Apa and returned to his own little house.

"Fortunately, this clone has no relatives anymore, otherwise it would be very troublesome to deal with."

Pushing the door open and walking into the house, George cast a descaling spell to clean the house, then sat on the bed and began to meditate.

Irwin's father was also a hunter, but when he was twelve years old, his father was hit and killed on the spot while trying to hunt an Alavu buffalo.

Legend has it that the Alavu bull is a descendant of the Alavu bull, which was the mount of the great hunting god Olome. It has huge white horns, and the horn made from its horns is priceless.

Once the hunt is successful, Ivan's father will become a warrior of the human tribe and his status will rise sharply.

Unfortunately it still failed.

Ivan's mother was so heartbroken that she passed away within two years, leaving Ivan to live alone.

Unexpectedly, Ivan also died during hunting, and George took over his body. It can only be said that the survival rate of ordinary people in such a fantasy world is actually not very high.

“Meditation is really effective!”

After just one hour, George felt that the effect was comparable to nearly three hours of meditation in other worlds.

As night fell, the moon transformed from the fruit of the sacred tree slowly rose.

However, the moon tonight is not bright, as if its light is obscured by a layer of black smoke.

Northward of Gothonion lay the broad plain of Ardgalan, and beyond it lay the fortresses of the Noldor, stretching all the way to the foot of Thangorodrim.

Opposite it is Angband, the base camp of Morgoth, which has been silent for hundreds of years. It is located in the Iron Mountain and is shrouded in poisonous fog and black smoke, making it impossible to see anything inside.

To the left of Gothonion is the towering Wethrin Mountains, which belong to the sphere of influence of the second prince Fingolfin, who is also the current High King of the Light Elves in Middle-earth.

The eldest prince Fëanor died in battle as soon as he arrived in Middle-earth, and the third prince returned as soon as he set out. Now only the second prince is still alive and in Middle-earth.

To the right of Gothonion was the Him Ridge, guarded by the Seven Sons of Fëanor.

The three forces combined to form an encirclement of Angband in the Iron Mountain and trapped Morgoth inside.

Therefore, if Morgoth wants to unify Middle-earth, he must break through the joint defense of the three parties.

And tonight, when the black smoke blocked the moonlight, a huge evil golden dragon, an army of fire demons, and the orcs that Morgoth had nurtured for more than four hundred years, attacked the three breakthroughs in three directions.

"It's the sound of the horn!"

George, who was meditating, was awakened by the sound of a loud horn outside.

This was no ordinary horn sound, but the sound of the war horn of the Beor family.

Pushing the door open and walking outside, densely packed torches were lit. The tribe leader, Bregolas, who was as strong as a bear, was wearing heavy armor made by elves and holding a spear, and roared:

“The elven city was attacked, and our Beor family has always been taken care of by the elves. Now is the time to repay them!

All the soldiers will follow me to the Elf City for support. The rest of you will pack your bags. If anything goes wrong, all the men will be responsible for covering the rear, while the women and children will evacuate to the south. "

After quickly making arrangements, Bregolas led all 800 warriors in the town, rode on their horses, and rushed towards the elven city in the distance where thick smoke was rising with the determination to die.

"It seems that the humans of this period are indeed different." Looking at the 800 human warriors with great momentum, roaring away without any fear on their faces, George was still a little shocked in his heart.

The horror of Morgoth is not uncommon in human legends. Bregolas and the eight hundred warriors decided to go to support the elven city, a decision they made knowing that they would die.

Even the funeral arrangements have been made.

If this happened in the future, it would be hard to say whether he would escape with all his tribesmen.

After all, just this small number of people wouldn't be able to make much of a difference if they went there. With the powerful light elves to delay them, if they evacuate to the south, they would most likely be able to escape the war and find a safe place to live.

"It's just right, it's also a good opportunity!"

George did not feel that the attack on the Elf City was bad luck. Instead, he felt that it was a great opportunity to establish a relationship with the elves.

If he could help the elves defend the central defense line, then he would be a great benefactor of the elves of the Third Prince's lineage, and his plan to learn magic and enchantment from the elves would basically be accomplished.

Anyway, Morgoth is worried that the gods will find an opportunity to capture him again, so he will not leave Angband on his own initiative. If that really doesn't work, it won't be a big problem for him to save a few important people and run away.

"Ivan, Ivan, Old Jim is calling us to set up defenses in the north of the city!"

Just then, his clone's good friends Al and Appa ran over.

Their identities in the town are hunters, not warriors, so they don't need to go to support the Elf City, but stay in the town to defend it.

Once the elven city is breached, these remaining men will have to stop the dark army of Morgoth and buy time for the women and children to evacuate. Now they have to go to the north of the city to set up some traps and fortifications.

"Tell Old Jim that I'm going to support the Elf City."

George smiled, spread his white wings behind him, waved to Al and Appa, and chased after Bregolas and the others who had already left.

"Ai...Ai...Aiwen, why did he grow wings?"

Al, Apa, and other busy people in Xizhou all stood there in a daze as they watched George fly away.

George's flying speed was quite fast and he soon caught up with the troops in front.

Bregolas and the eight hundred soldiers were also startled when they saw George suddenly appear above their heads. Fortunately, everyone knew him, otherwise they would have almost drawn their bows and shot arrows.

"Isn't that Hunter Ivan? Why did he grow wings?"

Under the astonished gaze of everyone, George flew to a position parallel to that of Brigolas.

"Chief, I have learned some magic and want to go to the Elf City to help."

"Magic, I didn't expect you to have learned magic. Well, you are worthy of being a good man of my Beo family. Follow us!"

When the tribe leader Bregolas heard George say that he had learned magic, he no longer doubted the fact that George had wings on his back and could fly. Instead, he laughed and waved the spear in his hand.

As the patriarch of the human race, he often went to the Elf City and naturally saw all kinds of magic of the light elves. Some elves could turn into flying birds, so it seemed normal for them to fly beyond their wings.

But he didn't expect that there was a human in his tribe who had learned magic.

After running all the way for about twenty minutes, they finally arrived at the foot of the Elf City. At this time, the gate of the Elf City had been broken and the city walls were full of cracks.

(End of this chapter)