Marvel's Magic Master

"This Galadriel actually taught Lúthien these things."

Looking at Lucien who was dancing and getting closer and closer to him, George's throat moved slightly.

There is no doubt that it was Galadriel who came up with the idea, otherwise, with Lucien's personality, she would never have been able to achieve this level.

If you look closely, you can see that although Lucien is still dancing, her face has turned red and her heart is beating unusually fast.

But it is precisely because of this that it looks more attractive.

"I'm not Liu Xiahui. It has come to this. What else can I say?"

George noticed that when Lucien was about to approach him, her dancing movements became noticeably distorted, and she seemed to hesitate and want to step back. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

"I have already reminded you during the day. Since you have made up your mind, I will not be polite."

"Jojo George, I think maybe I haven't yet."

Being hugged tightly by George, Lucien felt her heart was about to jump out, and she suddenly wanted to escape from here quickly.

In fact, when Galadriel gave her this idea during the day, she agreed on impulse.

It was not until now that she realized that things were not as simple as Galadriel said.

Just by hugging each other, she felt like she was going to explode.

"It's too late to back out now."

He lowered his head and kissed her forcefully, blocking Lucien from saying anything else. George stomped his feet lightly and took Lucien back to his tent.

After that, it is:
"The spring is strong in the light gauze tent,

There is infinite love on the mandarin duck pillow.

The dream of Wushan with clouds and rain is endless,
I am drunk and lingering in this gentle land. "

For George, he reminded Lucien during the day because he didn't want Lucien to make a rash decision without knowing what love is.

However, this does not mean that he is unwilling to go to Wushan with a top beauty.

There are many kinds of love: love at first sight, love that grows over time, and love that grows over time.

"What a thrilling night battle!"

As the moon set and the sun rose, George walked out of the tent and let out a rare sigh.

Sometimes in life, we still need some physical satisfaction as a diversion from cultivation.

The army continued on their journey during the day, and George closed his eyes to study magic as usual. For his physical body, the little bit of energy he lost in last night's battle was not worth mentioning.

Lucien, on the other hand, lay exhausted on the giant elk.

While reading the new book "Jin Ping Mei Middle-earth Translation" that George gave her in the morning, she chatted with Galadriel.

"How was the battle last night?"

Galadriel moved closer to Lucy with a gossipy look on her face.

Last night she was guarding outside the grove, but she didn't hear any movement inside. She couldn't help but go in to take a look, only to find that George and Lucien were not there.

I returned to the camp and went to Lucien's tent, but I didn't find anyone there.

She went to George's tent and found that there was a barrier at the door of George's tent, so she couldn't get in.

So she wasn't sure whether it succeeded last night or not.

"I feel so sore all over and so tired. I don't want to talk."

Lucien blushed and avoided the subject. She didn't want to tell Galadriel all the details of what happened last night, but she really couldn't open her mouth.

Compared to what she had experienced last night, what Galadriel had said was nothing but child's play.

"Lucien, why is your voice hoarse?"

Galadriel blinked, already understanding.

Lucien couldn't help but rolled his eyes:
"If you were like that, you would also be speechless."

She reached out and slowly used a healing magic that George had taught her, slowly placing it on her throat, and soon her voice returned to normal. "What book are you reading?"

Then Galadriel was attracted by the book in Lucien's hand, and Lucien quickly closed the book and hid it in her arms.

"Nothing, nothing, it's just the type of book you dislike the most."

"It's like 'Dream of Red Mansions', which is boring. I still like 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms' and 'Water Margin'."

When Galadriel heard this, she immediately lost interest in the book in Lúthien's hand.

She doesn't like books about love and intrigue, like "The Red Chamber" and "The Legend of Zhen Huan", which are the most boring to read.

She likes books about fighting and killing to unify the world. She is a female elf who wants to be the Supreme King in the future.

"Yes, it is of the same type as The Dream of the Red Chamber."

Lucien's dodging eyes is indeed a type of story, but this one is more exciting.

An hour later, Galadriel noticed something was wrong.

She found Lucy lying on the giant elk reading a book. As she read, her breathing became rapid and her face turned red.

"Is it that beautiful? Let me take a look."

While Lucien was so engrossed in reading, she snatched the book away in a flash and began to read it easily.

"Xi Men Qing slept for two hours. When he opened his eyes, he saw the woman still hanging on the grape trellis. His two white eyes suddenly became erect again."

The more Galadriel read, the more she felt something was wrong. She closed the book with a bang and looked at Lucien in disbelief.

That expression seemed to be saying, Cousin, aunt, I didn't expect you to be such a smart girl.

Lucien snatched the book and explained hurriedly:

“It’s not what you think. This book is very profound. There are many questions about human nature that are worth pondering. The details of human life in it are also very interesting.”

"is it?"

Galadriel's face was full of suspicion, and she almost said, "Don't lie to me because I'm not well-educated."

That was not what she had just seen.

But honestly, it's quite interesting.

"How about this, lend it to me tonight and see if it's like what you said."

The next day, at night, George quietly appeared in Lucien's tent.

"I feel like my body hasn't recovered yet, can I?"

"It's okay, all hands!"

On the third day, early in the morning, the horn for emergency assembly and departure sounded in the camp.

"what happened?"

The second prince Angrod and the third prince Aegnor hurriedly asked Fingon who issued the order.

George, Lucien, Galadriel, who had dark circles under her eyes, and others also left their tents and rushed over.

Fingon said solemnly:
"Something went wrong. The spies reported that Gothmog attacked Himrin again in the early morning. Himrin is about to be breached!"

"How can it be!"

Except for George, everyone else had a look of disbelief on their faces.

It has been less than three days. Even if Gosmog ignored casualties and rest and attacked day and night, it would be impossible to break through Shimring so quickly.

“The army led by Gothmog this time not only includes the Fire Demon Legion and the Orc Legion, but also a large number of giant dragons.

The leading dragon calls himself Ancalagon. He is larger than Glaurung and has wings to fly. The flames he spews are extremely powerful.

The dragon army it led cooperated with Gothmog in the air to launch an attack, and Himrin was unable to resist at all! "

(End of this chapter)