Marvel's Magic Master - Chapter 557

At night, the allied forces of the three tribes camped in the South Elmers Forest.

In the army camp, the elven princes were discussing the situation of the war.

“What’s going on with Himrin now?”

Fingon asked as the commander-in-chief of the three armies.

The second prince Angrod stood up:

“According to the news from the scouts, Shimrin has been besieged by Gothmorg with Balrogs and Orcs.”

“At our current speed, how long will it take to get there at the fastest possible time?”

Fingon frowned.

“It will take three days at the earliest.”

Angrod thought for a moment and replied.

Galadriel looked unconcerned:

“I don’t think we need to worry. Moving in a hurry will reduce our combat effectiveness. Anyway, according to the strength of Maedhros and the others, if they insist on holding on, Gothmog will not be taken down in a few months.”

If Maedhros and the others were defeated so easily, Gothmog would not wait until now.

As the most powerful Noldor elf and the child of Fëanor who created the Silmarillion, the combined fighting power of the seven Maedhros cannot be underestimated.

“What you said Galadriel makes sense. We really don’t need to rush, but I always feel that this siege of Maedhros is not simple.”

Fingon did not refute Galadriel, but there was a trace of worry on his face.

Why didn’t Gothmog attack Himrin before?

On the one hand, Maedhros and the others are indeed a tough nut to crack. They will not be able to defeat them within a few months. Even if they are defeated, their side will suffer heavy losses.

On the other hand, they were worried that when they besieged Himrin, they would rescue them like they did now.

You know, even if they had not formed a three-community coalition before, the farthest Elf City sent troops to come over, which was only a dozen days away.

However, now, they have formed a coalition of three tribes. Gothmog was repelled by them before, so it should be clear that their strength is not weak.

Under such circumstances, they actually dared to besiege Maedhros.

Even if George didn’t catch the traitor and knew the information in advance, they would definitely know it after a few days after Shimlin was surrounded and send troops to rush over.

George was sitting there, listening to the discussion of several elf princes without interrupting.

In fact, he had already turned invisible and gathered his aura to quietly explore the camp of the Balrog army last night, and knew why Morgoth and Gothmog besieged Himrin at this time.

But now he has no intention of telling Fingon and the Elf Princes this information.

Because if he said so, Fingon would definitely let the army travel day and night to rescue Himrin. This was not what he wanted to see.

To put it harshly, they rushed to rescue Himrin and attacked Gothmorg head-on. As a result, the seven sons of Fëanor held the city gate tightly to protect themselves.

Even if they win in the end, the three-community coalition will suffer heavy losses.

It’s better to stick to the original plan and let Shimlin spend more time, and they can rush to finish it slowly.

Even if Himrin really fell and the Seven Sons of Feanor were killed, it wouldn’t matter. Anyway, he didn’t know the Seven Sons of Feanor, and according to the original story.

In the future, if he kills Morgoth and gets the Silmarillion, the seven sons of Feanor will definitely become his enemies according to their oath.

After the discussion was over, everyone dispersed and returned to their tents.

George also returned to his tent. It looked like a small tent, but when opened it was larger than a villa.

These tents were provided by the Magic Academy, and elves, dwarves, and human students worked together to refine them. As for the magic and refining techniques for refining the tents, they were naturally taught by George.

Even though it’s just a tent that uses a traceless stretch spell to expand the space, it actually plays a huge role in the war.

Only when soldiers eat well and sleep well can they exert their full combat effectiveness in battle.

Moreover, a tent can hold a large number of soldiers, so it will not be too conspicuous when setting up camp, and it is easy to hide and avoid being attacked.

“George! George!”

As soon as he returned to the tent and sat down, before he could close his eyes to study the magic, the curtain of the tent was opened.

George said helplessly:

“Princess Galadriel, can’t you tell me before you come in next time? Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if I was taking a shower or not wearing clothes?”

“Why are you embarrassed? You human men and elf men are not the same. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. It’s just a little more.”

Galadriel waved her hand, not caring at all.

When George heard this, he also raised his forehead.

He found that since Galadriel left the Gray Elf Kingdom and often went to the front line to stay with the soldiers of the three armies, she was now completely free to let herself go.

She used to look like a princess, but now, although her appearance is still beautiful, her temperament is instantly gone as soon as she speaks her words.

“Okay, why are you so anxious to see me?”

“I’m not looking for you, it’s Fingon who’s looking for you. He’s in the woods in front. He said he wanted to ask you something privately.”

Galadriel said with a roll of her eyes.

“Marshal is looking for me?”

George raised his eyebrows and looked at Galadriel suspiciously.

Although he didn’t read minds, he had already judged from Galadriel’s expression that the other party was lying.

“Yes, yes, come on. Fingon must have something urgent to do with you.”

Without waiting for George to ask any more questions, Galadriel took George and walked out, heading straight into the deserted grove in front of her.

George didn’t break away when he saw this. He guessed it was another little prank. Galadriel often did this kind of thing.

Ever since it became clear that she would never be able to defeat him in this life, Galadriel liked to entertain him with harmless little pranks.

In this regard, George usually won’t spoil the fun, as he is playing with the children.

“Lucien?”

Entering the grove and coming to the open space in the middle of the grove, George saw Lucien with her back to him in the moonlight.

At this time, Lucien had changed into a kind of gauze clothing unique to the elves. Under the moonlight, you can faintly see the delicate skin like white porcelain inside.

The looming and fading makes people feel a little excited.

“George, you have never seen me dance, right?”

Lucien turned around and began to dance like a butterfly on the green grass under the moonlight.

Lucien is the most beautiful and best dancer among the elves. At this moment, her dance is both sacred and full of temptation under the blessing of the semi-transparent gauze.

Even with George’s concentration, he felt a little restrained.

Seeing that George was attracted by Lucien’s dance, Galadriel quietly withdrew from the grove and stood outside the woods with a look of retreat.

Often hanging out with soldiers from the three tribes, she knew the allure of Lucien dancing in that gauze.

“Cousin, I can only help you so much. Whether you can take down George depends on you. Don’t let me down again.

But if it really works, I will have to call George my uncle. Why do I feel a little unhappy when I think about it?”