"Dragon is dead, let us attack together!"
Turning back into a giant, George threw the head of Gralor, the dragon, into the midst of the orc horde. Meanwhile, George and the three elven princes teleported to the battlements using invisibility spells and raised his voice with an enchantment spell.
Gazing at the head of the dragon, the fire demons and the orcs were immediately thrown into confusion.
While the elves and human race were filled with determination, they loudly charged down the walls, followed by George the giant and the three elven princes as they began their counterattack.
"Plasma electromagnetic cannon!"
With a powerful leap, George landed in the midst of the orc army, relying on his giant form's defenses to withstand the orcs' attacks. He then unleashed a plasma discharge with both hands, creating a whirlwind that swept across in a wide arc, obliterating everything in its path.
The plasma electromagnetic cannon could cut through small mountains, demonstrating its immense power. However, it was ineffective against creatures of Sauron and Gralor's level, only causing minor injuries. Nevertheless, for these orcs, even a touch from the weapon was fatal.
After unleashing the plasma electromagnetic cannon, George waited for his power to recharge while a golden magic circle appeared behind him.
"Light Magic – Rain of Light!"
Countless light arrows felled even more of the surrounding orcs.
Meanwhile, the three elven princes struck a coordinated blow, dispatching one of the fire demons. The remaining fire demons saw the situation and hastily turned to flee.
Their lives are much more valuable than the numerous lowly orcs. Each one lost is a tragedy.
With the dragon general fallen and the fire demons retreating, the already low morale of the orcs plummeted further into negativity. They had no desire to continue fighting and turned their retreats towards Angband.
George and the three elven princes, leading the human-elven alliance with great momentum (which, in total, numbered less than a thousand), pursued the enemy relentlessly until they arrived at the tattered and ruined fortress at the forefront of their own elven line, where they finally halted.
"Is this the power of Morgoth?"
Standing atop the ruined castle, gazing at the distant Angband shrouded in black smoke, and sensing the deep and mysterious magic emanating from within, George was moved by its power.
To be honest, the feeling he got from Sauron was already quite strong, but compared to the power of Morgoth, it was as insignificant as a minor deity before a great god.
It is not surprising that so manymighty ones could be tempted to fall at the beginning of creation.
But at this moment, Morgoth's power had greatly diminished from its peak in creation. To corrupt the world, he had poured most of his own strength into it.
It can be imagined how powerful the gods of Valinor must have been.
"Alas, these fortresses that were built to defend have now become useless."
The three princes gazed upon the ruins of the fortress and the charred bodies of their fallen comrades, their expressions filled with sorrow.
The scene of them defeating Morgoth's forces and building these fortresses still remained vivid in their memories.
"Princes of the Elves, now is not the time to be sorrowful. We must notify the elven race in the east as soon as possible."
Coming back to his senses, George reminded.
The spirits of the elves go to Mandos' temple after death, and there will always be a chance to see each other again. As for the broken castle, it's even simpler; he can help repair it with a restoration spell.
What is most important now is whether we can hold onto the battlefield in the east.
"Agron Pass has fallen, the battlefield in the east is already lost. Apart from the forces led by Maziror that have retreated into a fortress, the rest have all retreated to the south. The fire demons led by Morgoth have now entered the heart of Middle-earth."
The second and third princes shook their heads.
It's not that they didn't want to help. Although they indeed had some reservations about their seven kin's actions, being blood relatives and having a common enemy, they couldn't just ignore it.
However, they had already received urgent messages from Maziror on the east side just before the attack.
The eastern battlefield was the first to be attacked among the three, followed by the middle, and then the west.
Too bad the message from the eastern battlefield arrived a step too late. By the time it reached the princes, the frontmost fortress had already been breached by Gralor's forces and they had advanced all the way to the elven city.
"That's not bad at all. At least we managed to hold onto two lines of defense, preventing a complete collapse."
After hearing the explanations from the second and third princes, George hesitated for a moment before finally understanding and letting it go.
Some things are difficult to achieve perfection, and even if the eastern defense had not yet been breached, it would be difficult to send aid from here.
The three princes and their respective forces had just gone through a brutal battle and were not in perfect condition. Both physically and mentally, they were at their limits, and it would take a few days of rest to recover fully.
As for himself, though his magic was unrestricted, he had also pushed his abilities to the limit, repeatedly stimulating his body with electricity, leaving him physically exhausted as well.
"Restore to its original state!"
Upon arriving at the ruined fortress, after the elven warriors removed and buried the charred bodies, George cast a restoration spell upon the castle.
The orc army has been driven back to Angband now, but there's no guarantee that Morgoth will let them rise again.
Therefore, it is necessary to repair the fortress and send troops to guard it.
Under George's restoration spell, the broken walls and collapsed structures appeared to revert to their original state as if time had reversed.
This sight once again shocked the humans and elves present.
However, the next thing the elves did left George in awe.
George repaired the magic with his restoration spell, while the light elves chanted collectively, placing their hands on the ground, reviving the trees and flowers that had been burned by Morgoth's fire.
Moreover, they also took out some seeds and planted them on the ground, using magic to quickly grow various fruit trees and then picking the fruits from the trees for consumption.
"This is life magic!"
Only now did he understand why the cities where the elves lived were so beautiful and surrounded by various flowers and trees, and why they never needed to engage in agricultural work like humans did.
Always so elegant and prosperous.
"It seems that the magic of the elves is more than I had imagined. However, there are not many magic that are directly used for attack, or those that directly harm enemies like their direct archers and swords. Their magic is more focused on support and defense."
At this moment, George felt anticipation for the elves' magic.
To be honest, this type of life magic is truly absent from the magical system he is currently studying.
To be honest, breaking the eastern defense is not a big deal. As long as the elves maintain the overall advantage, they can temporarily stabilize the situation, allowing him to learn magic in peace for a while.
Leaving the majority of elves and humans to rest and defend in the frontline fortress, George, Bladorthin, Barahir, and the three princes led a small group to temporarily return to Elrond's city.
At this time, the army of the eldest prince had already arrived quickly on horseback from the other side of the gorge.
The three princes began to reposition themselves for defense, while Bladorthin and Barahir returned to the human town and moved all the humans there to Elrond's city.
George approached the body of the dragon.
