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[Marvel's Magic Master] Chapter 257: Journey to the Western Battlefield
🕑 Added 2025-02-24 15:20:55 +0000 UTCIn the mind of the dragon Glaurung, humans should be incredibly weak.
During the war meetings in Angband, the Demon Gods never even mentioned humans. They never considered humans strong enough to participate in this war. The only ones the Demon Gods truly feared were the High Elves.
On the other side, seeing that the dragons, Balrogs, and orc armies had temporarily retreated, the elven forces began reorganizing their defenses.
"Greetings to the honorable Prince Angrod and Prince Aegnor!"
With the temporary withdrawal of the dark army, George landed alongside Chieftain Bregolas and his younger brother Barahir to pay their respects to the two rulers of the elven city.
"Elves really are stunningly beautiful. No wonder Ar and Apa are so eager to marry one."
George couldn't help but marvel at the appearance of the two elven princes.
Compared to the actors portraying elves in movies, real elves were far more breathtaking. And these two princes were even more stunning than ordinary elves.
Although they didn't inherit their sister Galadriel's golden hair from their grandmother, they possessed the uniquely beautiful black hair of the Noldor Elves.
Honestly, if George hadn't known they were male, he would have struggled to tell them apart from females with just his eyes.
Perhaps this was the true meaning of the phrase "so beautiful that gender becomes indistinguishable."
No wonder the gods adored elves so much, inviting them to dwell by their side. Even when the elves committed great mistakes, as long as they repented, they were forgiven.
Even after the gods left this continent, they still left behind a passage for the elves—whenever the elves wished, they could set sail and follow the guidance to the realm of the gods.
That was a privilege humans would never receive.
Yet, weren't humans also the children of Ilúvatar?
The gods had never invited humans to Valinor. In fact, they even established a rule forbidding mortals from entering Valinor. Anyone who tried would face severe punishment.
Even later, when humans contributed to Morgoth's downfall, the gods merely raised an island near Valinor for them to live on, extending their lifespans and improving their physical attributes.
But they never permitted humans to live in Valinor.
Only a select few humans—those who had made extraordinary contributions to the world—were allowed to journey there alongside elves.
Maybe even the gods were biased toward beauty.
So if an elf ever fell in love with a human, it had to be true love—because in terms of appearance, humans couldn't even come close to elves.
"There's no need to call us 'Prince.' From today onward, we are brothers. The Elven people sincerely thank you for coming to our aid in this time of need. We will always remember this debt of gratitude!"
Both princes performed the highest elven salute to Bregolas, Barahir, and George.
They hadn't expected that the humans—whom they usually cared for and protected—would risk their lives to come to their aid during such a perilous time. This deeply moved them.
A hundred and fifty years ago, their older brother, Finrod, had discovered a group of humans migrating from the east. He found the race fascinating—not yet civilized, but highly intelligent and quick to learn.
He had taken a liking to humans, played music for them, and shared much knowledge, allowing them to settle near elven lands.
Angrod and Aegnor had also taken care of humans, believing their short lifespans—less than a century—and their fragility made them vulnerable to wild beasts.
When the elven city came under attack, they had sent messengers to warn the humans.
But not to ask for help—only to tell the weak humans to flee.
They never expected that instead of running, the humans had arrived with their meager force of 800 warriors to aid them, buying them precious time to recover.
"Your Highnesses have always looked after our House of Bëor. Though we may not be strong, we are willing to give what we can!"
Bregolas spoke with heartfelt emotion.
Angrod and Aegnor exchanged glances and nodded before turning their curious gazes toward George.
"Are you also a human from the House of Bëor? Your Light Magic is incredibly powerful—I've only ever seen magic this strong from my grandmother!"
"I am Aewen of the House of Bëor—Aewen George. You can call me George. I once studied magic under a wizard; he taught me everything I know."
George casually made up an explanation.
Angrod and Aegnor didn't question it—this was not the time to dwell on details. However, Bregolas and Barahir showed a hint of confusion.
They remembered him simply as Aewen. When did his name become Aewen George? Had they misremembered?
Suddenly—
"Woo—! Woo—! Woo—!"
The war horns outside the city blared once more.
The dark army had regrouped and was preparing for another assault.
"Bregolas, we need your help!"
The two princes frowned and swiftly turned to Bregolas.
"During the last battle, that dragon mentioned that the Western battlefield is under the command of Morgoth's lieutenant, Sauron, and that his forces greatly outnumber those here in the central battlefield.
"I fear our brother Finrod may underestimate the threat. We need you to send a team to break through and deliver a warning."
The Western battlefield was likely where the High King of the Noldor, their second uncle, Fingolfin, was engaged in battle.
But according to the dragon's words, Sauron did not intend to attack the difficult-to-breach Western battlefield directly. Instead, he planned to slip through the gap between the Western and Central fronts and launch a surprise attack from behind.
That gap led straight to Finrod's territory.
But why send humans to deliver the message?
First, compared to elves, humans were generally weaker. If they sent elves instead, their already struggling defenses would become even more vulnerable.
Second, if the central battlefield fell, at least some of the humans who had come to aid them might survive by escaping to Finrod's territory.
"Barahir, take 300 warriors to Prince Finrod's lands and deliver the message."
Bregolas agreed without hesitation and promptly gave the order.
Finrod had once led their ancestors to this land. They were more than willing to repay the debt.
However, just as Barahir was about to accept the mission, George interrupted.
"Let me go. I can use Flight Magic—my speed is several times faster than a warhorse's. I can reach them before the battle begins!"
If George remembered correctly, by the time Barahir and his men arrived, Finrod's forces would already be clashing with Sauron's army.
And because they hadn't anticipated the sheer number of orcs, they were nearly wiped out.
It was only thanks to Barahir and his 300 warriors sacrificing themselves—forming a wall of flesh and blood—that Finrod barely managed to escape.
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kassiano lisboa
Obrigado pelo curto capítulo
