Marvel's Magic Master

"They are only dispatching now, it seems that they have already discovered the rescue here."

George thought to himself when he heard this.

He had sneaked into Gothmog's army long before setting out and discovered the hidden dragon army.

I also understand why Morgoth is confident that he can remove the thorn of Himring at this time.

For George, this is a good thing.

According to the original plot, Ankara was the trump card played by Morgoth at the end of the First Age, when the gods, elves and humans had already reached Angband's lair.

Now that it has been created so many years in advance, it means that Morgoth must have injected a lot of his own power into it.

If he can wipe them all out this time, Morgoth will be unprecedentedly weak, and it won’t be long before he can defeat Morgoth.

"The army moves out!"

Under Fingon's command, the armies of the three tribes went to support Himring as quickly as possible.

At the current distance and speed, they could reach Himring in less than an hour and attack the army led by Gosmog from the rear.

"arrive!"

Forty-five minutes later, a huge plain appeared in George's eyes.

At the end of the plain is a towering mountain, and halfway up the mountain is the elven city where the seven sons of Fëanor live.

The elven city occupies a strategic location, overlooking high ground, and is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

However, now because of the countless giant dragons hovering in the sky, it has obviously lost its advantage, and the city walls have become dilapidated.

The army of Balrog and orcs marched straight in, most of them rushed into the city, and were engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the Noldor elves.

"Damn, I didn't expect these guys to come so quickly!"

Standing on the city wall, the Fire Demon King Gothmog, who was twenty meters tall, threw the bodies of the two elven princes he had killed on the ground with a cruel look on his face.

He knew that the coalition forces of the three tribes would definitely come to support him, but he didn't expect that the other side would come faster than he expected.

If they had arrived two hours later, they would have been able to capture Shimlin and then focus their efforts on sniping the armies of the three tribes that came to support them.

If the armies of the three tribes are destroyed, the so-called defense line will no longer be a defense line, and Middle-earth will belong to the master.

"Ankalagang, I'll take care of this. You take the dragon army and hold back the coalition forces of the three tribes for a while!"

Gosmog shouted orders at Ankaragang who was spraying flames wantonly in the air.

Although it was somewhat unexpected for him, it was not a big deal.

The dragon army has control of the air, so even if they were to fight the coalition of three tribes alone, they would have a great chance of winning.

Besides, it was only a temporary blockade. Once he dealt with the elves here, he could turn around and cooperate with the dragon army to annihilate the coalition forces of the three tribes in one fell swoop.

"Gothmog, don't talk to me in that tone. Hold on, humph, I will just kill these little ants!"

Ankara just put away the flames, roared back, and flew towards the coalition forces of the three tribes that rushed into the plains with the dragon army.

"A beast like Glaurung, with a bad temper."

Facing the arrogant Ancalagon, Gothmog cursed inwardly.

Whether it's Glaurung, Ancalagon, or those orcs, they are just beasts created by their masters. Although they are strong, how can they compare with him.

He, the Legion of Balrogs, and Sauron are all Maia created by Eru. Even after death, their souls will return to Eru.

"Be careful of that human magician named George."

Although he was dissatisfied with Ankaragang's arrogance, he still gave a special reminder for the victory of this war.

In his opinion, the coalition of the three tribes was indeed powerful, but the most troublesome one among them was a human, the magician George who killed Glaurung and Sauron.

Before the siege of Shimrin, the master also emphasized this human.

According to his master, Ancalagon's strength has far surpassed Glaurung and he has inherited a lot of his master's power.

But we can't take it too lightly.

"Just a human, let me burn him to death!" As soon as Ankara arrived above the coalition forces of the three tribes, he opened his mouth and spewed a mouthful of dragon fire towards George, Fingon and others.

The giant dragons that followed him also immediately spewed dragon fire at the armies of the three tribes below.

Suddenly the sky was full of flames and burned red.

"Magic shield ready!"

Faced with the flames all over the sky, Fingon, as the commander-in-chief, was not panicked at all.

Because of this expedition, the soldiers are equipped with the latest enchanted equipment provided by the Magic Academy.

"Roar, you think your shield can stop our flames? Burn them!"

Ankaragang's tone in the air was full of sarcasm.

Just now, Shimlin's elves tried to use shields to block the flames they sprayed, but in the end, all of them turned into a lump along with the melted shields.

What they sprayed was not ordinary flames, but magic fire with dark power.

However, things did not turn out as Ankara had expected.

When the coalition forces of the three tribes raised their shields and input magic power into them, golden energy shields opened up above the shields at the same time.

Those energy shields were connected one by one, quickly forming a huge shield, blocking all the countless dragon fires that were attacking from above.

"Elf archers, get ready!"

Taking advantage of the moment when the dragons were ejected and flew high, the shield was lowered, and the elf archers who had been prepared under the shield quickly stood up and drew their bows.

As the elven bow was infused with magic power, complex runes also lit up on its surface.

"shoot!"

Thousands of arrows were fired at once, dense golden arrows flew out, aiming directly at the giant dragons that had just turned back.

"burn!"

Ankara roared again, and flames spurted out into the sky.

He didn't expect that the elven shields in the three tribes' armies could actually release a magical energy shield to block their flames.

But even if your shield can block fire, it can't block arrows.

Once the arrows were burned, the elven archer became useless.

"what!"

Unfortunately, he was wrong again. Those arrows were not ordinary arrows. The moment they came into contact with the flames, a layer of ice quickly appeared on the surface, successfully resisting the burning of the flames.

"The defenses of these dragons are still too strong."

George watched as the arrow successfully passed through the flames and hit the dragon. It didn't penetrate completely and was blocked by the dragon's tough skin, which only caused the dragon to feel pain. He muttered to himself.

The bows of the elven army have been transformed by magic, and can shoot arrows enchanted with different elemental powers according to the situation.

For example, adding a light element before shooting can cause great damage to the orcs of Morgoth.

However, facing these giant dragons, it is still not enough and can only serve as a harassment.

Fortunately, the magic academy prepared more than just enchanted bows and arrows for the coalition forces of the three tribes.

"Dwarven magic cannon ready!"

Seeing that it was difficult for the elves' arrows to really hurt the dragon, Fingon immediately issued a second order.

Soon, the dwarves pushed out a series of powerful magic cannons from the back.

It was George who designed the Middle-earth version of the anti-aircraft magic cannon based on the magic device in the Fairy Tail world.

The number is small, but the destructive power is unmatched by the elf bows and arrows.

(End of this chapter)