Chapter 355: The First Grand Magic Games

Chapter 355: The First Grand Magic Games

"Is that really possible? Then can I learn that kind of magic?"

Kullantir's eyes were full of anticipation.

George nodded:

"Of course you can. But the prerequisite is to have a dragon's corpse in order to refine a Dragon Crystal."

As long as there was a dragon, and a Dragon Crystal could be extracted, he didn't mind helping the elves, dwarves, and humans implant Dragon Crystals so they could learn Dragon Slayer Magic—or even directly undergo dragonification.

Strengthening humans, elves, and dwarves to fight Morgoth was, naturally, a good thing.

Unfortunately, according to the normal timeline, Morgoth's army of evil dragons would only fully take shape and be released a hundred years from now. So for the time being, it wasn't worth thinking about.

"A dragon, huh... alright."

When Kullantir heard that a dragon's corpse was necessary for the magic, disappointment instantly showed on her face.

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

"George, you're not hurt, are you?"

Lucian reached out and gently felt around George's body, her tone full of concern.

She was certainly amazed that George could transform into a dragon, but that was all—it didn't stir a deeper curiosity in her. She was more concerned whether George had been injured in that terrifying fight with Sauron.

"I'm fine. You and Kullantir had already exhausted a lot of Sauron's power beforehand, which made it much easier for me to take him down."

George smiled, giving Kullantir a graceful way out.

His meaning was that defeating Sauron wasn't his achievement alone—Kullantir and Lucian had played an important role.

Sure enough, when Kullantir heard that, the disappointment on her face vanished instantly. She lifted her head proudly and said:

"Of course!"

Lucian couldn't help but laugh at the scene.

Seeing Lucian laughing at her, Kullantir immediately teased:

"Lucian, I think you care a lot about George, don't you?"

"Don't talk nonsense. I just like listening to George's stories, that's all—I don't want him to get hurt."

Lucian's face flushed, and she lightly tapped Kullantir on the head with her hand.

George, however, didn't take it too seriously. He turned to Lucian and Kullantir and said:

"Just ahead is the exit of Death Valley and the entrance to the Horror Mountains. I'll go ahead and clear the way—get rid of that group of spiders. You bring the convoy and follow behind slowly."

With that, he once again transformed into a giant dragon and flew toward the Horror Mountains. Then he opened his mouth and began spewing tricolored flames over a wide area below.

Wherever the terrifying tricolored flames passed, all was reduced to scorched white land. Countless bloodthirsty spiders and dense webs were consumed by fire, turning entirely to ash—becoming nourishment for the earth.

A grand road from Death Valley straight into the Horror Mountains gradually took shape.

From that moment on, there would be no more danger between Dorthonion and Doriath.

"Let's help too."

Lucian and Kullantir summoned all the Grey Elves to jointly use Life Magic. On the scorched white land of the Horror Mountains, green grass slowly began to grow, and wildflowers bloomed.

The convoy set off again, treading upon grass and wildflowers.

Meanwhile, in the palace within the Angband Cavern, Morgoth's face was full of doubt.

"Who is this guy, really? How could he resist my temptation and still possess such a powerful soul?"

Through the Magic Ring, he had seen the entire battle between Sauron and George. He also realized that the divine light he had sensed before—something beyond the Maia level—had actually come from a human.

But this human felt far too unusual to him.

Not only was his Light Magic immensely powerful, but he could also transform into a mighty dragon and possessed a soul strength not inferior to the gods themselves.

If he hadn't touched the other party's soul and confirmed he was truly human, he would have believed that one of the Valar had disguised himself as a human and come to Middle-earth.

From his perspective, this was actually good news.

At least it proved that the gods hadn't noticed the situation in Middle-earth and weren't planning to descend en masse to defeat him.

Unfortunately, his beloved general Sauron had fallen this time. And the fact that such a powerful human existed was definitely bad news for his plans.

"Looks like I'll need to accelerate the development of the evil dragon army."

Closing his eyes, he sent a soul message to the Balrog King in the far east:

"Gosthmog, suspend the westward expansion plan. I want all of your efforts focused on capturing every single Noldor Elf in the East—especially the seven sons of Fëanor. I'm going to use them to feed the dragon army and speed up their growth."

Two days later, George led the convoy of Grey Elves and finally returned to the Elven city of Dorthonion.

Next, the elite of the Noldor Elves, Grey Elves, dwarves, and humans all gathered in this city, converging at the Hogwarts Academy that George had founded, beginning a great exchange of knowledge between the races.

At this point—excluding the gods of Valinor—George had already gathered most of the knowledge of Middle-earth and entered a peaceful, stable state of learning.

At the same time, news of George slaying Sauron spread across the continent, making him the most famous human hero of the land.

In the world of Fairy Tail, inside the Fairy Tail Guild's basement, George—who had been researching the Fairy Sphere—was suddenly disturbed by a knock at the door.

He paused his research for a moment, waved his hand to open the door, and asked:

"Macao, didn't I say not to disturb me unless it's urgent?"

"Guild Master, this is very urgent! And I can't make the decision on my own!"

Macao, panting heavily, handed George a poster.

"This is a notice posted in town by the royal family of the Kingdom of Fiore."

George took the poster, and with a quick glance, a look of surprise flashed across his face.

"The First Grand Magic Games of the Kingdom of Fiore?"

The content of the poster was straightforward—the royal family of Fiore was going to hold a grand tournament one week later in the capital, Crocus, also known as the City of Flowers.

The goal of the tournament was to determine the kingdom's strongest wizard guild, with a grand prize of 30 million J.

"Has there ever been such a tournament before?"

"Never. Although our guild has always been considered the strongest wizard guild, that's only a rumor. The kingdom never had an official ranking of wizard guilds' strength."

Macao shook his head.

"Strange… Why suddenly organize such a tournament? Isn't this just asking for everyone's brains to get bashed in?"

George thought to himself.

In literature there is no number one, but in martial arts there is no number two. That principle held true in this world as well.

Wizards and wizard guilds were all eager to prove themselves superior.

Now that the kingdom was hosting a wizard guild tournament to determine the strongest, probably every single one of the hundreds of guilds across the nation would go mad signing up.

After all, if one became the kingdom's strongest wizard guild, not only would many powerful wizards rush to join, but a flood of missions would pour in, bringing massive income to the guild.

"Guild Master, should we sign up?"

Macao scratched his head and asked.

(End of Chapter)