[Marvel's Magic Master] Chapter 264: The Life Magic of the Elves

"The dragon is dead! Everyone, follow me and counterattack!"

Once again taking the form of a giant, George hurled the severed head of the dragon, Glaurung, into the ranks of the orc army. Then, along with the three elven princes, he Apparated onto the city walls and shouted loudly using the Amplifying Charm.

Seeing the dragon's severed head, the balrogs and orcs immediately fell into a panic.

On the other hand, the elves and humans were invigorated, their morale surging. With battle cries, they charged down from the city walls, following the giant George and the three elven princes as they launched their counterattack.

"Plasma Electromagnetic Cannon!"

Leaping into the middle of the orc army, George relied on his giant form's defenses to withstand the orcs' attacks. His hands crackled with plasma energy as he spun in a sweeping motion, cutting down swathes of enemies.

The Plasma Electromagnetic Cannon had the power to slice through mountains, making it devastatingly effective against the orcs. While it might not have been fatal to beings on Sauron's or the dragon's level, for these orcs, even a glancing blow meant severe injury, while a direct hit was instant death.

After expending his plasma energy, George paused to let his internal reserves recover. At that moment, a golden magic circle appeared behind him.

"Light Magic: Rain of Light!"

A barrage of glowing arrows rained down, felling another large swath of orcs who had attempted to surround him again.

Meanwhile, the three elven princes, fighting in unison, managed to slay a balrog. Witnessing this, the remaining balrogs quickly turned and fled.

Unlike the orcs, balrogs were far too valuable to be wasted. Each death was an irreplaceable loss.

With the dragon commander dead and the balrogs retreating, the orcs—whose morale had never been particularly high—completely collapsed. Panic spread through their ranks, and they all turned tail, fleeing back toward Angband.

George and the three elven princes led their human-elf coalition (which now numbered less than a thousand) in relentless pursuit. They chased the enemy all the way to the ruins of the elves' frontline fortress before finally stopping.

Standing atop the crumbling fortress, George gazed at Angband in the distance, shrouded in black smoke. He could feel the vast, unfathomable dark power emanating from within, and the realization shook him.

To be honest, Sauron had already seemed overwhelmingly powerful, but compared to Morgoth, he was like a mere apprentice before a grandmaster.

It was no wonder that, in the early days of creation, Morgoth had been able to corrupt so many of the Maiar.

And this was Morgoth in his weakened state—he had already poured much of his power into corrupting the world.

The gods of Valinor must have been unimaginably strong.

"What a pity… These fortresses, originally built for defense, are now nothing more than ruins."

The three princes looked around at the broken walls and the charred bodies of their fallen kin. Sorrow was evident on their faces.

They could still vividly remember the time when they had built these fortresses after defeating Morgoth's army.

"Your Highnesses, now is not the time for grief. We must quickly notify the eastern elven forces," George reminded them.

Elven souls would eventually find their way to Mandos' Halls, meaning there was still a chance for the fallen to reunite in the future. The fortresses, at least, could be repaired—George could handle that with a simple Restoration Charm.

For now, securing the eastern battlefield was the priority.

"The Argon Pass has been breached. The eastern front has fallen. Apart from Maedhros and his troops, who have retreated to a fortress, the rest have withdrawn southward. The Balrog King has led his forces deep into the heart of the continent," the second and third princes said with grim expressions.

It wasn't that they were unwilling to help. Even though they held some resentment toward their seven cousins, they still shared a common enemy.

However, before this attack on the central front, they had already received an urgent distress call from Maedhros in the east.

The eastern front was the first of the three battlefronts to be attacked, followed by the central, and lastly the western.

Unfortunately, by the time the eastern distress message arrived, it was already too late. The orcs, led by the dragon, had already broken through the outermost fortress in a surprise assault, making their way straight to the elven city before the two princes could mount a proper defense.

"At least two defensive lines still hold. The situation hasn't completely collapsed," George mused after hearing their explanation.

It was impossible to achieve perfection in war. Even if the eastern front had held, reinforcing it from here would have been extremely difficult.

The three princes and their remaining forces had just survived a grueling battle and were far from being in peak condition. Both physically and mentally, they were exhausted. Without rest, they wouldn't last long in another confrontation.

George, though unrestricted in magic, had pushed his powers to their limit. Repeatedly using electricity to stimulate his body had left him fatigued.

"Restoration Charm!"

Once the elven warriors had finished gathering and burying their fallen, George cast a spell upon the ruined fortress.

Although the orc army had been driven back to Angband, there was no guarantee that Morgoth wouldn't send them back again.

The fortress walls, once shattered, now mended themselves as if time had reversed. They stood as strong as they had before the battle.

The humans and elves present watched in awe.

But the elves soon displayed a miracle of their own.

Gathering in unison, the elves chanted in harmony, placing their hands upon the ground. The charred, lifeless trees and withered plants sprang back to life, vibrant and green once more.

They even took out seeds, planting them into the soil and using magic to rapidly grow fruit-bearing trees. They harvested the fresh fruit to replenish their strength.

"This… This is Life Magic!"

At that moment, George finally understood why elven cities were always so beautiful—always surrounded by lush greenery and never needing agriculture like humans.

Their lives were forever elegant and abundant.

"It seems the elves know far more magic than I imagined," George thought, intrigued. "Most of their spells aren't direct combat magic… or perhaps their archery and swordsmanship are simply more lethal in battle."

For the first time, George found himself eager to learn elven magic.

Truth be told, this type of life magic wasn't something he had in his current arsenal.

If the eastern front had fallen, so be it. As long as the elves still held the advantage overall, maintaining stability would give him the time he needed—to study.

Leaving most of the human and elven warriors to rest and defend the fortress, George, Bregralas, Barahir, and the three princes took a small group and returned to the elven city.

By this time, the eldest prince's forces had also arrived, rushing over from the canyon.

The three princes began reorganizing their defenses. Meanwhile, Bregralas and Barahir returned to the human settlements, evacuating the remaining humans to the safety of the elven city.

As for George…

He made his way to the corpse of the fallen dragon.