Marvel's Magic Master - Chapter 558

“This Galadriel actually taught Lucien these things.”

Looking at Lucien who was dancing and getting closer to him, George’s throat moved slightly.

No need to think, it must be Galadriel’s idea, otherwise with Lucien’s personality, she would never be able to do it to this extent.

If you observe carefully, you will find that although Lucien is still dancing, her face is already red, and her heartbeat is surprisingly fast.

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But it is precisely because of this that she looks more attractive.

“I am not Liu Xiahui. It has come to this point. What else can I say!”

When Lucien was about to get close to him, her dancing movements were obviously deformed, and she seemed to hesitate and wanted to retreat. George grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

“I have reminded you during the day. Since you have made up your mind, I will not be polite.”

“Qiao Qiao. George, I think maybe I haven’t.”

Being tightly hugged by George, Lucien felt that her heart was about to jump out, and she suddenly wanted to escape from here quickly.

In fact, when Galadriel gave her this idea during the day, she impulsively agreed.

It was not until now that she realized that things were not as simple as Galadriel said.

Just hugging each other, her body began to feel wrong. If it was like Galadriel said, she felt that she would probably explode.

“It’s too late to back out now.”

He lowered his head and kissed her forcefully, blocking Lucien’s next words. George stomped his feet lightly and took Lucien back to his tent.

After that, it was:

“The spring is strong in the light gauze tent,

The love is endless on the mandarin duck pillow.

The dream of clouds and rain in Wushan is endless,

The gentle countryside is drunk and lingering.”

For George, he reminded Lucien during the day just because he didn’t want Lucien to make a rash decision when she didn’t know what love is.

However, this does not mean that he is unwilling to go to Wushan with a top beauty.

There are many kinds of love, there is love at first sight, there is love that grows over time, and there is love that grows over time.

“What a hearty night battle!”

As the moon sets and the sun rises, George walks out of the tent and sighs.

Sometimes in life, some physical satisfaction is still needed as a change from practice.

During the day, the army continued to move forward, and George closed his eyes to study magic as usual. For his physical body, the physical strength consumed in the battle last night was not worth mentioning.

And Lucien, exhausted, lay on the giant horned deer.

While reading the new book “Jin Ping Mei Middle-earth Translation Edition” that George gave her in the morning, she chatted with Galadriel.

“How was the battle last night?”

Galadriel leaned next to Lucy with a gossipy face.

Last night, she was guarding outside the grove and had not heard any movement inside. She couldn’t help but go in to take a peek, but found that George and Lucien were not there.

She returned to the camp and went to Lucien’s tent, but she didn’t find anyone there.

She went to George’s tent and found that a barrier had been cast at the door of George’s tent, so she couldn’t get in.

So she didn’t know whether she had succeeded last night.

“I feel so sore all over and tired, and I don’t want to talk.”

Lucien blushed and avoided the topic. She didn’t want to tell Galadriel all the details of what happened last night. She really couldn’t open her mouth.

Compared with her experience last night, what Galadriel said was just child’s play.

“Lucien, why is your voice hoarse?”

Galadriel blinked and understood.

Lucien couldn’t help rolling her eyes:

“If you were like that, you would be hoarse too.”

She stretched out her hand and slowly used a healing magic taught by George, slowly placed it on her throat, and soon her voice returned to normal.

“What book are you reading?”

Then Galadriel was attracted by the book in Lucien’s hand, and Lucien quickly closed the book and hid it in her arms.

“No, nothing, it’s the type of book you dislike the most.”

“It’s the type of book like “Dream of Red Mansions”, which is boring. I still like “Romance of the Three Kingdoms” and “Water Margin.”

When Galadriel heard this, she immediately lost interest in the book in Lucien’s hand.

She didn’t like those books about love and intrigue, such as “Dream of Red Mansions” and “The Legend of Zhen Huan”, which were the most boring to read.

She just liked books about fighting and killing to unify the world, and she was a female elf who wanted to be the Supreme King in the future.

“Yes, it’s the same type as “Dream of Red Mansions.”

Lucien’s eyes dodged. It was indeed the same type, but this one was more exciting.

An hour later, Galadriel noticed something wrong.

She found that Lucy was lying on the giant elk reading a book, and her breathing became rapid and her face flushed.

“Is it so good? Let me see.”

While Lucien was too fascinated by the book, she grabbed the book in a flash and read it easily.

“Ximen Qing slept for two hours. When he opened his eyes, he saw the woman still hanging on the grape trellis. His two white eyes suddenly rose again.”

Galantriel felt something was wrong as she read. Finally, she closed the book and looked at Lucien in disbelief.

That expression seemed to be saying, “Cousin, aunt, I didn’t expect you to be such an elf.”

Lucien snatched the book and explained hurriedly:

“It’s not what you think. This book is very profound. There are many questions about human nature that are worth pondering. And the details of human life in it are also very interesting.”

“Really?”

Galantriel was full of suspicion, almost saying that I didn’t read much, so don’t lie to me.

What she just saw was not like this.

But to be honest, it was quite interesting.

“How about this, lend it to me at night to see if it is as you said.”

The next day, at night, George quietly appeared in Lucien’s tent.

“I feel that my body has not recovered yet, can I…”

“It’s okay, Shuangquanshou!”

On the third day, early in the morning, the horn of emergency assembly and departure sounded in the camp.

“What’s going on?”

The second prince Angrod and the third prince Aegnor hurriedly asked Fingon who issued the order.

George, Lucien, and Galadriel, who had dark circles under their eyes, also left their tents and rushed over.

Fingon said with a serious face:

“Something went wrong. The spies reported that Gothmog attacked Himring again in the morning, and Himring was about to be broken!”

“How is it possible!”

Except George, everyone’s face showed disbelief.

It has been less than three days. Even if Gothmog ignored casualties and rest and attacked day and night, it would be impossible to break through Himring so quickly.

“The army led by Gothmog this time not only has the Fire Demon Legion and the Orc Legion, but also a large number of dragons.

The leading dragon calls himself Ancalagon. It is larger than Glaurung and has wings to fly. The flames it sprays are extremely powerful.

The dragon legion it leads cooperates with Gothmog in the air to launch an attack. Himring can’t resist it at all!”