Marvel's Magic Master

At night, the three tribes' coalition forces set up camp in the South Elmers Forest.

Inside the army camp, the elven princes were discussing the war situation.

"What's Shimlin's situation now?"

' asked Fingon, the commander-in-chief of the armies.

The second prince, Angrod, stood up:
"According to the news from the scouts, Himring has been besieged by Gothmog, his Balrogs, and orcs."

"At our current speed, how long will it take to get there at the fastest?"

Fingon frowned.

"It will take at least three days."

Angrod thought for a moment and replied.

Galadriel looked indifferent:

"I don't think we need to rush. Rushing will only reduce our combat effectiveness. Anyway, based on the strength of Maedhros and his men, if we defend to the death, it will be impossible for Gothmog to be taken down in a few months."

If Maedhros and his men could be defeated so easily, Gothmog would not have waited until now.

As the most powerful Noldor elves and the children of Fëanor who created the Silmarils, the combined fighting power of the seven Maedhros should not be underestimated.

"Galadriel, you are right. We do not need to rush. But I feel that the siege of Maedhros is not simple this time."

Fingon did not refute Galadriel, but a trace of worry appeared on his face.

Why didn't Gothmog attack Himring by force before?
On the one hand, Maizros and his men are indeed a tough nut to crack. It will take several months to defeat them. Even if they are defeated, their side will suffer heavy losses.

On the other hand, they were worried that they would come to the rescue like they were doing now during the siege of Shimring.

You know, even if they had not formed a coalition of three tribes before, it would only take them a dozen days to send troops from the farthest elven city.

However, now, they formed a coalition of three tribes. Gothmog was repelled by them before, so they should be aware that their strength is not weak.

Under such circumstances, they still dared to besiege Maedhros.

Even if George didn't catch the traitor and got the intelligence in advance, they would definitely know after Shimlin was besieged for a few days and send troops over.

George sat there, listening to the discussion of the elf princes without interrupting.

In fact, he had already hidden himself and concealed his breath to secretly explore the camp of the Balrog army last night, and found out why Morgoth was besieging Himring at this time.

But now he had no intention of telling this information to Fingon and the Elf princes.

Because if he told him, Fingon would definitely send his army to rescue Himring day and night, which was not what he wanted to see.

To put it bluntly, when they arrive to rescue Himring and confront Gothmog head-on, the Seven Sons of Fëanor will guard the city gates tightly to protect themselves and not come out.

Even if they win in the end, the coalition forces of the three tribes will suffer heavy losses.

It would be better to stick to the original plan and let Shimlin consume more energy while they rush over to finish the job slowly.

Even if Himring really fell and the seven sons of Fëanor were killed, it wouldn't matter. He didn't know the seven sons of Fëanor anyway, and according to the original book.

If he kills Morgoth and gets the Silmaril in the future, the seven sons of Fëanor will definitely become his enemies according to their oath.

The meeting was over and everyone dispersed and returned to their own tents.

George also returned to his tent. It looked like a small tent, but when it was opened, it was bigger than a villa.

These tents were provided by the Magic Academy and were made by the elves, dwarves and human students working together. As for the magic and refining techniques for making the tents, they were naturally taught by George.

Even though it is just a tent that has been expanded with the Traceless Extension Spell, it can actually play a huge role in war.

Soldiers eat well and sleep well, so they can exert their full combat effectiveness in battle. Moreover, a tent can accommodate a large number of soldiers, so they will not be too conspicuous when setting up camp, and it is easy to hide and avoid sneak attacks.

"George! George!"

Just as I sat down in the tent, before I had time to close my eyes and study magic, the curtain of the tent was pulled open.

George said helplessly:
"Princess Galadriel, can't you let me know before you come in next time? What if I'm taking a shower or not wearing any clothes? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

"Why are you embarrassed? You human men and elf men are all the same. It's not like I haven't seen it before. There's just something more."

Galadriel waved her hand, not caring at all.

George also held his forehead when he heard this.

He found that ever since Galadriel left the Grey Elf Kingdom and often went to the front lines to stay with the soldiers of the three armies, she had completely let herself go.

She used to look like a princess, and although she is still beautiful now, her charm is gone as soon as she opens her mouth.

"Okay, what's the matter with you looking for me so urgently?"

"It was not I who was looking for you. It was Fingon who was looking for you in the grove ahead. He said he had something to ask you in private."

Galadriel said with a roll of her eyes.

"The Marshal is looking for me?"

George raised his eyebrows and looked at Galadriel suspiciously.

Although he couldn't read minds, he could tell from Galadriel's expression that she was lying.

"Yes, yes, yes, let's go, Fingon must be looking for you in a hurry."

Without waiting for George to ask any more questions, Galadriel pulled George out and headed straight for the deserted grove in front.

George didn't struggle to break free when he saw this. He guessed it was probably just another little prank. Galadriel often did this kind of thing.

Ever since she realized that she would never be able to defeat him in this lifetime, Galadriel liked to amuse him with some harmless little pranks.

In this regard, George usually doesn't spoil the fun and just plays with the children.

"Lucien?"

Entering the grove and coming to the open space in the middle of the grove, George saw Lucien with her back to him in the moonlight.

At this time, Lucien had already changed into a kind of gauze dress unique to the elves. Under the moonlight, one could faintly see her delicate skin, as delicate as white porcelain.

The presence of it indistinctly makes one's blood boil.

"George, you've never seen me dance, have you?"

Lucien turned around and began to dance like a butterfly on the grass in the moonlight.

Lucien is the most beautiful and best dancer among the elves. At this moment, her dance, with the blessing of semi-transparent gauze, is both sacred and seductive.

Even with George's determination, he felt that he could no longer control himself.

Seeing that George was attracted by Lucien's dance, Galadriel quietly left the grove as if she had accomplished her mission and stood guard outside the grove.

As she often mingled with soldiers from the three tribes, she was well aware of the allure of Lucien dancing in that veil.

"Cousin, this is all I can do for you. Whether you can take down George depends on you. Please don't let me down again.

But if it really happens, wouldn't I have to call George my cousin? I feel a little unhappy just thinking about it. Why is that? "

(End of this chapter)