Chapter 351: Galadriel Warms the Wine Before Fighting Sauron

Chapter 351: Galadriel Warms the Wine Before Fighting Sauron

"The Grey Elves actually crawled out of their shells—how amusing."

Sauron touched the Ring of Power on his right hand, then looked at George, the only human among the Grey Elves, with a mocking smile on his face:

"Human, I didn't expect we'd meet again so soon. But this time, I'm afraid you're the one who'll be running away!"

The strength of the Grey Elves was far inferior to that of the Noldor Elves. Moreover, there were only 200 of them here—none of them were famed Noldor warriors like Finrod.

Now look at his own forces: the most powerful Vampire Guard of Werewolf Island—absolutely unmatched by a mere 200 Grey Elves.

As for himself, his power was now amplified threefold by the Ring of Power compared to when he fought in the Grand Canyon.

Back then, the reason he lost wasn't because that human was stronger, but because he was caught off guard by the combined attack of that human and the Elven Prince. Otherwise, how could he have lost so easily?

So now, he was absolutely confident he could utterly crush that human and these Grey Elves.

He would capture them all and bring them back to Werewolf Island for slow and agonizing torture, to vent his rage.

As he spoke, the dark power within him exploded in full force, instantly covering the entire Valley of Death in the terrifying aura that had tripled in magnitude.

The Valley of Death, which had been purified by George before, now seemed ready to revert to its former corrupted state under the dense surge of dark power.

"This guy's strength has grown this much?"

Feeling Sauron's overwhelming darkness enveloping the sky and earth, George couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise.

It hadn't been long since Sauron had fled in panic from his and Finrod's attack, but now his power had increased three or four times—it was like he had activated a cheat code.

"Luckily, my cheat code is even stronger. Otherwise, I really would be the one fleeing today."

Sauron's power had risen by three or four times—but George's had grown even more.

Back in the Grand Canyon, he hadn't yet learned the Laws of the Elves, hadn't ascended to a level-five ability user, hadn't touched the essence of lightning, hadn't become a Dragon Slayer Mage, and hadn't undergone dragonification.

But now, all considered, his overall power had increased by at least tenfold.

Crucially, he was extremely effective against beings like Sauron, corrupted by Morgoth and terrified of light.

If you were to pit him against Melian, he might not win, but if it was against Sauron—he was brimming with confidence.

Not because Melian was vastly stronger than Sauron—they were both top-tier Maiar and fairly equal in power.

But Melian's powers weren't countered by him. If they fought, he'd have to rely on pure strength.

Besides, he wasn't alone.

In terms of strength, Galadriel was definitely more powerful than Finrod, who had previously helped him repel Sauron.

And Lúthien? There was no comparison. Her enchantments could ensnare even Morgoth if he was unguarded, and her magical prowess exceeded even Galadriel's.

As for those 200 Grey Elves—they weren't ordinary soldiers. They were elite warriors hand-picked by Thingol over a week, the most capable and talented fighters in the Grey Elf Kingdom.

Each one of them was a top-tier warrior, far stronger than your average Noldor Elf.

So while Sauron thought he held the advantage and was toying with them like a cat with mice, in truth, the "mouse" he was toying with was a muscle-bound kangaroo.

"Very well. You got away last time—this time, I'll finish you for good!"

Facing Sauron's overwhelming dark energy, George slowly extended his right hand and made a taunting "come at me" gesture.

Sauron and Gothmog were Morgoth's two greatest lieutenants. Taking down either one would be a huge blow to Morgoth's power.

And now Sauron had appeared with only a small number of followers—right here in the Valley of Death, caught between the Noldor and Grey Elves. He was deep in enemy territory.

This wasn't like the Grand Canyon, where he could just flap his wings a few times and escape to Angband.

"Lowly human, you will pay for your arrogance!"

Seeing George still dare to provoke him even in the face of his current power, Sauron furiously drew his magic sword from his waist.

In his mind, the human should already be trembling in fear. If not begging on his knees, then at least running for his life.

"Light Magic: Laws of the Elves!"

But George had no time to humor Sauron. He opened with a devastating light spell—the most effective counter to dark power—and concentrated all the spell's destructive force on Sauron alone.

The other vampires were negligible. Severely wounding Sauron was the priority.

A massive magic array lit up once again in the Valley of Death, and a pillar of light descended directly onto Sauron.

"So it's you… You're the one my master's been searching for!"

Faced with this deadly, blinding light magic, Sauron quickly unleashed the full power of the Ring of Power, cloaking himself in thick darkness.

When the searing light faded, he looked at George in shock, panting heavily.

"This is impossible. You're just a human—how can you wield such powerful light energy?!"

He knew all the Valar and Maiar, and was sure George wasn't one of them. He was definitely just a human.

But how could such a weak creature command light magic stronger than even a Maia?

If not for the Ring, that light spell alone might have seriously injured him.

Even with the Ring at full defense, he had still sustained some wounds.

Luckily, it seemed that spell had taken a heavy toll on George as well. His face had gone pale, and his life force was clearly waning.

If George could cast that kind of spell freely, Sauron wouldn't even think—he'd turn and run immediately.

"Kill him!"

Sauron abandoned all thoughts of capturing George for torture. Now he wanted to kill him before he could fire off a second terrifying light spell.

He led all the vampires in a direct charge toward George.

"George, are you okay?!"

Lúthien rushed forward in concern upon seeing his pale face and weakened life aura.

Galadriel, meanwhile, drew her elven longsword, mounted her great-antlered stag, and charged at Sauron with excitement, leading the Grey Elves into battle.

As she charged, she shouted to Lúthien:

"Lúthien! Warm me a cup of fruit wine! I'll drink it after I chop off Sauron's head!"

Over the past few days, George had been telling stories to Lúthien, and the one Galadriel loved most was the tale of the elf who warmed wine before slaying an orc. Now, she could live that story herself—and against Sauron, Morgoth's top lieutenant, no less.

"I'm fine. I just need a moment. Go help Galadriel—she can't take on Sauron alone."

George smiled and nodded in reassurance.

Seeing that George truly was okay, Lúthien turned and dashed after Galadriel.

(End of Chapter)