[Marvel's Magic Master] Chapter 259: Sauron Strikes at George, the Thunder Giant Appears

The Guardian Panda shot forward like a streak of white light, intercepting Finrod, who was riding his galloping elk.

"Your Highness, please stop! There's an ambush ahead!"

"Stop!"

Seeing a glowing white panda appear in front of him, Finrod immediately pulled the reins, halting his elk. The elven army behind him also stopped in unison.

"What are you, and what do you mean by an ambush ahead?"

"Prince, I am Aewen George, a human from the House of Bëor. Morgoth's army is attacking Hithlum, and I was sent by the second and third princes to warn you.

Sauron has already set an orc ambush ahead. Please do not proceed."

George used the panda as a conduit to transmit his voice.

A Guardian Spirit not only repelled creatures of darkness but also served as a means of long-distance communication.

"A human from the House of Bëor?"

Finrod eyed the glowing panda with skepticism.

He had personally led the House of Bëor to settle in his brothers' lands, and none of them looked like a bear.

"Oh, this is a kind of messaging spell I cast. My real body is in the sky, preparing a large-scale lightning spell.

Once the spell lands, the orcs will have no place to hide, and then you can advance and eliminate them!"

Sensing Finrod's doubts, George quickly explained.

Meanwhile, Finrod glanced at the ominous storm clouds gathering over the canyon. The unnatural flashes of lightning in the sky gave weight to George's words, and he nodded in agreement.

He could sense the aura radiating from the panda—an energy akin to pure light, something Morgoth's servants could never possess.

Besides, there was no real harm in waiting for a moment. If there truly was an orc army led by Sauron lurking in the canyon, charging in blindly would be disastrous.

"Archers, ready!"

At his command, the elves swiftly took their finely crafted bows from their backs, nocking enchanted arrows in preparation.

Elves were natural-born marksmen, and the High Elves were even more terrifying. Even Glaurung, the great dragon, would not dare face a volley from their archers.

"They're coming!"

As the panda's voice fell silent, George completed the six-minute incantation of an ancient spell.

A torrent of lightning rained down like a storm, striking the orc horde below.

There were so many of them, packed so tightly, that precise aiming was unnecessary.

"Aargh!"

As the lightning crashed, agonized screams filled the canyon.

Hearing the cries of the orcs, Finrod no longer doubted George's warning. He immediately gave the order:

"Target the canyon—fire!"

The elven archers loosed their arrows in perfect unison. Before the first volley had even landed, the second was already in the air—followed swiftly by the third.

Archery was no simple skill. It required both accuracy and immense strength.

In most battles, archers fired in staggered rotations to prevent exhaustion.

But these High Elves were a different breed. They fired without pause, their arrows launching like a continuous barrage from a war machine.

Before the first volley reached its mark, the eighth was already airborne.

In mere moments, two thousand elves had unleashed sixteen thousand arrows.

It was no wonder that Morgoth's vast orc armies had been trapped within Angband for centuries, unable to break free.

Before the orcs could even close the distance, at least half of them would already be dead.

And High Elves were no slouches in melee combat either. Warriors like Fëanor and Fingolfin could even trade blows with Morgoth himself. Some, like Fingolfin, had slain Balrogs in single combat.

George suspected that if Finrod's forces had not been ambushed by Sauron, they could have at least retreated safely even if they couldn't win outright.

As the relentless rain of arrows continued, the canyon resounded with even more orcish wails.

George's lightning had only paralyzed the orcs—it was the enchanted arrows of the elves that were delivering the killing blows.

"Charge! Advance!"

Sauron erupted with dark energy, repelling both lightning and arrows. His face twisted with rage as he surveyed the battlefield littered with orc corpses.

He had planned an ambush, only to be ambushed himself.

If they did not advance now, the elves would simply slaughter the entire orc army from a distance.

The war horns of Mordor blared, and the orc horde surged out of the canyon, launching a desperate assault against the elven army.

Seeing the orcs charge, Finrod drew his elven longsword, urging his elk forward to lead the counterattack.

The High Elves followed suit, gracefully slinging their bows over their shoulders and drawing their own gleaming swords.

The battle erupted like a meat grinder, flesh and blood flying in all directions.

"Let's see who dares meddle in my plans."

Sauron did not join the battle immediately. Instead, he raised a hand to his forehead.

"Reveal."

A horizontal Eye of Sauron, a smaller version of the great fiery eye, appeared at his brow.

"A mere human dares interfere in my affairs? Insolence!"

Sauron's fury ignited as he spotted George, who was still hovering in the sky, casting lightning magic.

Humans were Ilúvatar's second-born race, but compared to elves, they were insignificant.

To Sauron, they were even lower than orcs—mere ants beneath his notice.

And now, one of these ants had disrupted his plan.

How could he not be enraged?

"So, this is Sauron? He's quite different from the movies."

George had already noticed Sauron charging toward him.

At this time, Sauron had yet to forge the One Ring, and his power was far from its peak. However, he still retained his original, breathtakingly handsome elven appearance—far more striking than even the second and third princes George had met earlier.

"Railgun!"

Without hesitation, George fired a railgun shot straight at Sauron.

But Sauron was one of the most powerful Maiar.

With a casual swing of his black-bladed sword, he split the electromagnetic projectile in two.

"This won't be easy…"

Even after blocking the attack, Sauron's momentum didn't waver. He was closing in fast.

George had no intention of engaging in melee with such a formidable foe. One mistake, and he'd be dead in an instant.

"Apparate!"

He teleported to the ground, activating his electromagnetic abilities.

"Thunder Giant!"

Under the influence of electromagnetic forces, sand, stone, and metal from the battlefield rapidly coalesced, forming a towering Thunder Giant, dozens of meters tall.

"Charge it with lightning!"

The storm clouds overhead ceased their attack on the scattered orcs. Instead, every bolt of lightning surged into the Thunder Giant's body.

In mere moments, the giant expanded from a few dozen meters to over two hundred meters tall.

It stomped down, crushing a group of orcs into paste.

George directed the colossal construct, raising its massive arm and aiming straight at Sauron.

"Eat this—Ultimate Railgun!"