When the three of them returned to the town, the sky had already dimmed. George, based on Ivy's memory, greeted acquaintances with ease.

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

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

    Entering the house and pushing the door open, George cast a purification spell to clean the house, then sat on the bed and began meditation.

    Ivy's father was also a hunter, but when he was twelve years old, his father was killed instantly in an accident while trying to hunt an Aran wild bull.

    The Aran wild bull is said to be the descendant of the Aran bulls under the tutelage of the great hunt goddess, Eolome. It has enormous white horns and the trumpets made from its horns are priceless.

    Once the hunt is successful, Ivy's father will become a warrior of the human tribe, his status rising sharply.

    Unfortunately, it still failed.

    Ivy's mother was deeply grieved and passed away in just two years, leaving Ivy to live alone.

    However, she did not expect that Ivy also died during the hunt, letting George take possession of the body. It can be said that in such a fantastic world, the survival rate of ordinary people is not very high.

    "The meditation efficiency is indeed good!"

    "George felt that just one hour of meditation was as effective as three hours in other worlds."

    The night fell, and the moon made of holy tree fruit rose slowly.

    However, the moon of this night was not bright, as if veiled by a layer of dark smoke.

    The north of the city of Gosoneian is the vast Adhajaran plain, at the end of which there are many forts where Noldorin people camped, spreading all the way to the foot of Mount Sengolo.

    Directly opposite is the ancient lair of Morgoth, Angband, which has been silent for several centuries, nestled within the Iron Mountains, shrouded in toxic fog and dark smoke, its interior invisible.

    To the left of Gosoneian stood the towering Westlin Mountains, under the control of Prince Finarfin, who is also the current supreme king of the light Elves on Middle Earth.

    The elder prince, Fëanor, died in battle upon arriving in Middle-earth. The third prince returned soon after setting out. Now, only the second prince, Finarfin, remains alive and is present in Middle-earth.

    To the right of Gosoneian stood the heights of Himring, guarded by the seven sons of Fëanor.

    The three parties combined together, perfectly surrounding Angband in the Iron Mountains and trapping Morgoth inside.

    Therefore, for Morgoth to unite Middle-earth, he must break through the combined defense of the three factions.

    And tonight, when the black smoke obscured the moonlight, a massive evil dragon, along with an army of fire demons and the orcs that Morgoth had bred for four hundred years, attacked from three directions towards the three breach points.

    "It's the sound of the horn!"

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

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

    Stepping out of the door, numerous torches were lit. The chieftain of the family, Bregolas, who was as strong as a bear, wore heavy armor made by Elves and wielded a lance while roaring loudly:

    "The Elven city is under attack! Our Beorning family has been cared for by the Elves, and it's time to repay their kindness!"

    "All warriors, follow me to aid the Elven city! The rest of you pack your belongings and head south in case of emergency. Women and children, retreat towards the south."

    After quickly making preparations, Bregolas led all the warriors, a total of eight hundred men, riding on horseback with a resolve to die. They charged towards the distant Elven city where thick smoke was already rising.

    "It seems that humans during this period are indeed different."

    Watching the eight hundred humans charging with boundless courage, George couldn't help but feel a little stunned by their fierce faces.

    Morgoth's terrifying nature was well known in human legends, and Bregolas and the eight hundred warriors who decided to go to the aid of the Elven city knew it was a decision that would likely result in their deaths.

    They had even made arrangements for their own funerals.

    If this were to happen in the future, it would be hard to say whether all the clans would escape together.

    After all, with such a small number of people, their presence wouldn't make much of a difference. With the strong light Elves holding them back, they could likely retreat to the south and escape the war, finding a safe place to live in peace.

    "Just in time, that's a good opportunity!"

    George didn't feel unlucky about the attack on the Elven city. On the contrary, he saw it as an excellent opportunity to establish relations with the Elves.

    If he could help the Elves hold the central line, then he would be the great benefactor of this branch of Elves from the third prince. His plan to learn magic and enchantment from the Elves would be almost certain to succeed.

    After all, Morgoth is worried about being caught by the gods again and will not leave Angband proactively. If things really go south, he can easily save some important figures and make a getaway.

    "Eiwen, Eiwen, Old Jim is calling us to set up defenses in the north!"

    At this moment, his clone's good friend Auer and Apa ran over.

    They are hunters in the town, not warriors, so they do not need to go support the Elven city; instead, they will stay in town to defend it.

    Once the Elven city is breached, they, as the remaining men, will have to block Morgoth's dark army and buy time for the women and children to escape. They need to go to the north to set up traps and defensive works.

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

    George smiled, his white wings spreading behind him, and he waved at Auer and Apa before chasing after Bregolas and the others who had already left.

    "Ei... Ei... Eiwen, how did he get wings?"

    Auer, Apa, and the others who were busy in Xizhou, watched George fly away, all of them frozen in place.

    George's flying speed was not slow, and he quickly caught up with the advancing troops ahead.

    When Bregolas and the eight hundred warriors saw George suddenly appear overhead, they were also startled. Fortunately, everyone recognized him, otherwise they might have almost shot an arrow at him.

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

    Under the eyes of everyone's astonishment, George flew up to a position beside Bregolas.

    "Chief, I have learned some magic, I want to go to the Elven city to help."

    "Magic, I didn't expect you to learn magic as well. Good, no wonder you're a good man of our Beorning family. Follow us and charge!"

    Chief Bregolas, upon hearing George say he had learned some magic, immediately no longer suspected him about the wings growing from his back and instead laughed heartily, waving the spear in his hand.

    As the chief of the human tribe, he often went to the Elven city and had seen various magic of the light Elves. It was also normal for them to change into birds and fly beyond wings.

    But he never expected that in his tribe, there was a human who had learned magic.

    They raced along, and after about twenty minutes, they finally arrived at the gates of the Elven city, which had been breached, and the walls were riddled with cracks.