Marvel's Magic Master

When the three returned to the town, the sky had gradually darkened. George greeted the people he knew skillfully according to Ivan's memory.

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

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

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

Ivan's father was also a hunter, but when he was twelve years old, his father was killed on the spot because he wanted to hunt an Alavu buffalo.

The legend of the Alavu buffalo is that it is a descendant of the Alavu bull under the seat of the great hunting god Olome. It has huge white horns, and the horns made of its horns are 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 too sad and passed away within two years, leaving Ivan to live alone.

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

"Meditation is really efficient!"

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

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

However, the moon tonight was not bright, as if it was covered by a layer of black smoke.

To the north of the city of Gossonion is the vast Ardgalan Plain. At the end of the plain are many fortresses stationed by 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, and everything inside cannot be seen clearly.

To the left of Gossonion is the towering Wethrin Mountains, which belongs to the sphere of influence of the second prince Fingolfin, who is also the current Supreme 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 Gossonion is Him Ridge, guarded by the seven sons of Fëanor.

The three forces combined together to form an encirclement of Angband in the Iron Mountain, trapping Morgoth inside.

So 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 and the army of Balrogs, as well as the orcs that Morgoth had cultivated for more than 400 years, attacked three breakthroughs in three directions.

"It's the sound of the horn!"

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

This is not an ordinary horn, but the sound of the war horn of the Beor family.

Pushing the door and walking outside, dense torches were lit. The patriarch, Bregolas, who was as strong as a bear, wore heavy armor made by elves and shouted with a spear in his hand:

"The Elf City was attacked. Our Beor family has always been taken care of by the elves. Now it's time to repay them!

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

After making arrangements quickly, Bregolas led all 800 warriors in the town, riding on horses, and rushed to the Elf City in the distance with smoke rising with the determination to die.

"It seems that humans in 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 rare in human legends. Bregolas and the 800 warriors decided to go to support the Elf City, knowing that they would die.

Even the funeral has been arranged.

If this were to happen in the future, it would be hard to say whether he would take all his people with him to escape.

After all, their small number of people would not be of much use. With the powerful light elves delaying them, they could evacuate to the south and most likely escape the war and find a safe place to live.

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

George did not feel unlucky about the attack on the Elf City, but 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, he would be the 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 was worried that he would be captured by the gods again, so he would not take the initiative to leave Angband. If it really didn't work, it wouldn't be a big problem for him to save a few important people and run away.

"Evan, Evan, Old Jim called us to set up defenses in the north of the city!"

At this moment, his good friends Al and Appa, who were his clones, ran over.

They were hunters in the town, not warriors, so they didn't need to follow to support the Elf City, but stayed in the town to defend.

Once the Elven City was breached, the remaining men would have to stop Morgoth's dark army and buy time for the women and children to evacuate. Now they had to go to the north of the city to build some traps and fortifications.

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

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

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

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

George's flying speed was not slow, and he soon caught up with the troops in front.

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

"Isn't that the hunter Ivan? How did he grow wings?"

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, George flew to the same position as Bregolas.

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

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

When Chief Bregolas heard George say that he had learned magic, he no longer had any doubts about the fact that he had wings on his back and could fly, but laughed and waved the spear in his hand.

As the chief of humans, he often went to the Elf City, and naturally saw all kinds of magic of the light elves. Some elves can also turn into flying birds, and it seems normal to fly beyond the 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 elf city. At this time, the gate of the elf city had been broken and the city wall was full of cracks.