"It seems that the rescue on this side has been discovered, so they are only mobilizing now."
George thought to himself upon hearing this.
He had infiltrated the large army of Gokesm before leaving, and discovered the hidden dragon army.
He also understood why Morgoth was confident that he could sweep away the thorn of Himir at this time.
It is a good thing for George.
According to the original plot, Angrabound was released as the ultimate weapon of Morgoth when the gods, elves, and humans were marching towards Angrabound's stronghold in the last days of the First Age.
This is produced many years in advance, indicating that Morgoth must have injected a lot of his own power.
If they can wipe out the enemy in one go this time, Morgoth will be weaker than ever before, and the time to put an end to him will not be far off.
"Advance the great army!"
Under Fingon's orders, the three races' armies marched towards Himir with all speed.
Given the current distance and speed, they can quickly advance to Himir within an hour and surprise attack the large army led by Gokesm from the rear.
"Here we are!"
A large plain appeared before George's eyes after 45 minutes.
At the end of the plain, there was a towering mountain, and halfway up the mountain was the city of Elves where the seven sons of Finwe were.
The elven city was situated on a strategically advantageous location, overlooking the surroundings and easy to defend but hard to attack.
However, because of the countless dragons hovering above the city skyline, it has clearly lost its strategic advantage and its walls are now in ruins.
The Balrogs and Orcish armies surged forward, nearly half of them charging into the city, engaging in melee combat with the Noldor Elves.
"Fucking hell, I didn't expect these guys to come so quickly!"
Standing on the city wall, the Balrog Gokesm, who was twenty meters tall, threw the bodies of the two elven princes he had already killed onto the ground, and his face showed a cruel expression.
He knew that the combined forces of the three races would come to support, but he hadn't expected them to arrive any faster than he had anticipated.
If they had arrived two hours later, they could have captured Himir and then turned their full force to intercept the three-race coalition that was coming to support.
Wipe out the coalition of three races, and the so-called frontline will no longer be a frontline. Middle Earth will be under the control of its rightful owner.
"Angrabound, let me handle the end here. Lead the dragon army and hold off the coalition of the three races for me temporarily!"
Gokesm loudly ordered Angrabound, who was spraying flames freely into the air, to stop.
Although it was a bit unexpected, it was not a big deal.
The dragon army holds the air superiority, and even in one-on-one combat, the chances of winning are great against the coalition of the three races.
Moreover, it is just a temporary delay. Once he deals with the elves here, he can turn around the army and cooperate with the dragon army to annihilate the coalition of the three races together.
"Gokesm, do not talk to me in that tone. Hold them off, hmpf! I will directly wipe them out as these small ants!"
Angrabound sheathed his flames, roaring back a response, and then led the dragon army towards the coalition forces charging into the plain.
"They are the same kind of beasts as Glaurung, but their temperament isn't small."
Gokesm cursed silently in his heart at the proud Angrabound.
Whether it's Glaurung or Angrabound, or those orcs, they are all just beasts created by the master. They may have decent strength, but how can they compare to him?
He, along with the Balrog army and Sauron, were all created by the One. Even death, their souls would return to the One.
"Be careful of that human mage named George."
Although he was annoyed by Angrabound's arrogance, he still made a special effort to remind him, for the sake of the victory in this war.
In his eyes, while the coalition of the three races was certainly powerful, the most difficult to deal with was a human among them, the mage named George who had killed Glaurung and Sauron.
Before the siege of Himir, the master had also emphasized this human.
According to the master's words, Angrabound's power had far surpassed that of Glaurung and had inherited a considerable amount of the master's power.
However, one cannot be too complacent.
"A mere human, I will burn him to death!"
Angrabound arrived above the coalition of the three races and spat a mouthful of dragonfire towards George and Fingon and others.
And the dragons following him also spat fire towards the three-race coalition below.
For a moment, the sky was filled with fire, and the sky turned red.
"Prepare the magical shield!"
Fingon, as the commander, showed no panic in front of the sky-high flames.
Because of this expedition, the soldiers were all equipped with the latest enchantment equipment provided by the Magic Academy.
"Hah! Even a shield can resist our flames? Burn them to ashes!"
Angrabound's tone in the sky was filled with mockery.
Just now, the elves of Himir also tried to use shields to resist the flames they shot, resulting in all of them melting into a lump along with the shields.
The flames they were shooting were not ordinary flames but dark magic fire with a dark power.
However, things did not go as Angrabound had expected.
When the coalition of the three races raised their shields and channeled magic into them, golden energy shields opened simultaneously above each shield.
The energy shields, one after another, quickly formed a huge protective barrier that intercepted the countless dragonfires pouring down from above.
"Elven archers, ready!"
Taking advantage of the moment when the dragons shot a wave up to a higher altitude, the shields were lowered, and the elven archers prepared beneath them quickly drew their bows.
As magic was infused into the elven bows, intricate runes appeared on their surfaces as well.
"Shoot!"
Thousands of arrows shot out simultaneously, dense and golden, targeting the dragons that had just returned.
"Burn!"
Angrabound let out a roar again, and flames shot out from all directions.
He hadn't expected that the shields of the coalition of the three races could release magical energy shields to resist their fire.
But even if your shields can withstand the flames, arrows can't be stopped, can they?
If the arrows are burned up, the elven archers become ineffective.
"What?"
Unfortunately, he was wrong again. The arrows were not ordinary arrows either; upon contact with the flames, they quickly formed a layer of ice on their surface, successfully blocking the flames from burning them.
"These dragons' defenses are too strong."
George watched as the arrows passed through the flames and hit the dragons, only to be partially blocked by their tough dragon skins. It caused pain to them, and he murmured quietly to himself.
The bows of the elven army had been magically transformed, capable of shooting arrows enchanted with different elemental powers according to the situation.
For example, adding light element to the arrows before shooting could cause great harm to Morgoth's orcs.
But against these dragons, it was still not enough to cause significant damage, and could only serve as a nuisance.
Fortunately, the Magic Academy had prepared more than just enchanted arrows for the coalition of the three races.
"Dwarven magical artillery, ready!"
Fingon saw that the elven arrows were not able to truly harm the dragons, so he immediately issued a second order.
Soon, the dwarves rolled out one powerful magical cannon after another from behind.
It was the George, based on the magical cannon of the Fabled Tail World, who had improved and designed the high-altitude magic cannon of Middle-earth.
The number was not large, but the destructive power was not comparable to that of the elven arrows.
