Chapter 354: The First Grand Tournament of Great Magicians (Part 2)

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"I can't believe that's possible! Can I learn that kind of magic too?"

Galadriel's eyes were filled with eager anticipation.

George nodded:

"Of course you can, but the prerequisite is that you need a dragon's corpse to extract a Dragon Crystal."

As long as a dragon was available, he could refine a Dragon Crystal. He didn't mind helping Elves, Dwarves, and Humans implant Dragon Crystals, allowing them to learn Dragon Slayer Magic—or even undergo dragon transformation.

Enhancing the strength of Humans, Elves, and Dwarves to fight Morgoth was naturally a good thing.

Unfortunately, under normal circumstances, Morgoth's dragon legion wouldn't be fully formed and unleashed until a hundred years later, so it was out of reach for now.

"A dragon, huh..."

Upon hearing that a dragon's corpse was required to complete the magic, Galadriel's face immediately showed disappointment.

Dragons were creatures created by Morgoth, and so far, only one had appeared—and it had already been used by George.

"George, are you hurt anywhere?"

Lucien reached out and patted George's body, her tone full of concern.

Although she was also amazed by George's dragon transformation, her greater worry was whether he had been injured during his fierce battle with the terrifying Sauron.

"I'm fine. Thanks to you and Galadriel, Sauron had already used up much of his strength, so it was much easier for me to deal with him."

George smiled and offered Galadriel a graceful way to save face.

In other words, he was implying that their efforts had contributed to Sauron's defeat.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the disappointment on Galadriel's face instantly vanished. She lifted her head proudly and said:

"Of course!"

Lucien couldn't help but laugh at the scene.

Seeing Lucien laugh at her, Galadriel immediately teased:

"Lucien, you seem very concerned about George. Could it be that you..."

"Don't talk nonsense! I just enjoy listening to George's stories, so I don't want him getting hurt."

Lucien's face flushed red as she lightly smacked Galadriel on the head.

George, however, didn't pay it much mind. Instead, he said to Lucien and Galadriel:

"Just a little farther ahead is the Valley of Death. After that, we'll enter the Dread Mountains. I'll go clear a path first and take care of the spiders. You lead the team and follow along slowly."

After speaking, he once again transformed into a giant dragon and soared toward the Dread Mountains. Opening his mouth wide, he unleashed a massive wave of tricolored flames below.

Wherever the terrifying flames passed, the land was scorched pure white. Countless bloodthirsty spiders and dense webs were all reduced to ashes, becoming nourishment for the earth.

A broad, open road leading straight from the Valley of Death to the Dread Mountains gradually took shape.

From this moment on, there would no longer be any dangers between Dorthonion and Doriath.

"Let's help too!"

Lucien and Galadriel gathered all the Gray Elves to use Life Magic. In the wake of the burning, green grass began to sprout across the scorched Dread Mountains, dotted with blooming wildflowers.

The caravan set off once more, traveling across the grasslands and flowers.

Meanwhile, inside the palace of Angband's deep halls, Morgoth's face was filled with confusion.

"Who exactly is that guy? How could he resist my temptation and even possess such overwhelming soul power?"

Through the Ring, Morgoth had witnessed the entire battle between Sauron and George, and he now realized that the extraordinary power he had sensed earlier—one that didn't belong to any Maia—actually came from a human.

But this human felt far too unusual.

Not only was his Light Magic powerful, he could also transform into a mighty dragon and had a soul strength comparable to that of a god.

If he hadn't personally touched George's soul and confirmed that he was truly human, Morgoth would have thought one of the Valar had disguised themselves and descended into Middle-earth.

For Morgoth, however, this was somewhat good news.

At least it proved that the Valar hadn't yet noticed what was happening in Middle-earth or decided to collectively launch an assault on him.

Still, it was a pity—he had lost his beloved lieutenant Sauron, and now a powerful human had emerged among mankind.

This was definitely not good news for his future plans.

"It looks like I need to accelerate the creation of the Dragon Legion."

Closing his eyes, George sent a soul transmission to the King of the Fire Demons, who was in the eastern part of the continent:

"Grothmag, halt your western expansion plans. Focus all efforts on capturing every Noldorin Elf in the East, especially the sons of Fëanor. I need them to feed the Dragon Legion and speed up their growth."

Two days later, George, along with the Gray Elf caravan, finally returned to the Elven city of Dorthonion.

The next step involved gathering the elite Noldor Elves, Gray Elves, Dwarves, and Humans in the city, all convening at the Hogwarts Academy George had founded. This marked the beginning of a knowledge exchange between the races.

At this point, with the exception of the Valar of Valinor, George had already gathered most of Middle-earth's knowledge, entering a phase of calm and steady study.

Meanwhile, news of George's victory over Sauron spread across the entire continent, and he became the most famous human hero in the land.

In the World of Fairy Tail:

Inside the Fairy Tail Guild, George, who had been researching the Fairy Sphere in the basement, was suddenly disturbed by a knock on the door.

Pausing his research, he waved his hand, opening the door and asking:

"Macao, I told you not to disturb me unless it's urgent. What is it?"

"Guild Master, this is very important, and I can't make a decision on this!"

Macao, breathless, handed George a poster.

"This is a notice from the Royal Family of Fiore, posted in the town."

George took the poster and glanced at it, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

"Fiore Kingdom's First Great Magic Tournament?"

The poster was straightforward, announcing that one week from now, in the capital city, known as the City of Flowers—Crocus—the kingdom would hold a grand competition. The purpose of the tournament was to determine the strongest magic guild in the kingdom, with a grand prize of 30 million Jewels.

"Has there ever been such a tournament before?"

"Never. Although our guild has always been considered the strongest, that's just the rumor; the kingdom doesn't have an official ranking of magic guilds," Macao replied, shaking his head.

"This is strange. Why suddenly hold such a tournament? This could end up causing chaos," George thought to himself.

In this world, as with all others, there is no such thing as a definitive number one in the arts. Magic users and guilds alike love to settle their superiority through competition.

Now, with the kingdom holding this magic guild tournament, it seemed that hundreds of guilds across the country would be signing up frantically. After all, becoming the kingdom's strongest guild would not only attract the best magicians, but also flood the guild with lucrative jobs, bringing in substantial revenue.

"Guild Master, should we sign up?"

Macao scratched his head, asking hesitantly.

(End of Chapter)