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"Huh, who are those people?"
Before the attack commenced, George noticed that among the human army, there was an additional unit composed entirely of short humans. His interest was immediately piqued.
The first king of Men, Bregolas, explained: "They are Halflings who recently migrated from the east. Don't be fooled by their naturally small stature and lack of great strength; they possess keen eyesight and superb hearing.
They run very quickly, and their movements are silent and difficult to detect. They are natural-born scouts for the army."
"Halflings... As expected, they are Hobbits."
After hearing Bregolas's explanation, George was certain that this group of small people, only about a meter tall, were the future protagonists of Middle-earth.
"Morgoth, do you dare to come out and face me in single combat! Morgoth, you coward who is timid as a mouse! Hurry up and come out to meet your death!"
Pushing his amplification charm to its maximum, George began to shout and curse loudly at Angband.
It wasn't that he was being crude, but rather that if he could provoke Morgoth at this moment, getting him to come out and fight from Angband, the base he had spent so many years building.
Then their chances of victory would at least double.
Most of Morgoth's power was busy corrupting the entire world, and Angband, in particular, was the place where his power's coverage was strongest.
After so many years of construction, besides the toxic fumes and dark power, there were definitely all sorts of other defensive measures.
Therefore, while Morgoth and the Orcs were inside Angband, their strength would be greatly enhanced. Conversely, if the Men, Elves, and Dwarves were to enter, they would inevitably suffer from many negative effects.
"A mere human dares to clamor before this King? If you have the skill, then come on in!"
A moment later, a voice, no less powerful than George's, echoed from within Angband.
The voice was calm, showing no sign of having lost its composure due to George's words.
"It seems we must still rely on strength to do the talking."
George wasn't particularly surprised when he heard this.
Morgoth was hardly a brainless fool. He was someone who could run circles around the Noldor Elves, deceive the Valar, and escape from imprisonment. How could he possibly be so easily angered by mere words?
Still, there was no harm in trying, anyway.
At the same time, Morgoth, deep within Angband, was also infusing his power into the earth, spying on the situation outside.
He wasn't afraid of the Men, Elves, and Dwarves, even if that human magician leading them was indeed very powerful.
As long as he didn't come out of Angband, and with all the various defensive measures he had put in place over so many years, he could absolutely hold his ground.
His only worry was whether the Valar would participate in this great war.
If the Valar were to participate, then he would have to consider whether he should abandon Angband and flee, finding someplace to hide for the time being.
Having the experience from the last time, if he were to be captured again, he estimated it would be extremely difficult to escape.
Fortunately, after a thorough search, he did not detect the divine power of the Valar. It was only the allied army of the three races: Men, Elves, and Dwarves.
"Very well. As long as you dare to attack, I will let you all be annihilated, and then I will reshape you into Orcs.
In that way, I won't have to wait any longer. I can directly launch a counter-offensive and rule this entire continent!"
Currently, the ones besieging Angband were all the elite forces of the three races, and nearly all of their leaders were present.
If he could annihilate them all in one fell swoop, then there would no longer be any power left in Middle-earth capable of resisting him.
It was just that under normal circumstances, the three races weren't that foolish. They wouldn't fight his orc armies, and fight him, inside Angband.
He estimated they had probably won a few battles, and their egos had become inflated.
Looking at it this way, he felt that perhaps those few battles he had lost previously weren't entirely a bad thing.
Otherwise, the leaders of the three races wouldn't be foolish enough to attack his stronghold, foolishly coming here to throw away their lives.
"Do you think you've won just because you killed a few of my subordinates?
Wait three or five hundred years. Wait until you lower your guard. My orc army will trample your cities and slaughter your descendants.
Just wait. Just wait. I have plenty of time to slowly battle with you."
Worried that the allied army of the three races wouldn't dare to enter, Morgoth deliberately spat out some threatening words.
"Don't be anxious. He will come out."
Hearing Morgoth's threatening words, the kings of the three races were instantly filled with burning rage and were about to charge into battle, but they were stopped by George, who held up a hand.
Going inside to fight Morgoth? That was impossible.
Since the taunting tactic didn't work and Morgoth wasn't taking the bait, then it was time to use force. He would force him out, even if he had to drag him.
In reality, forcing Morgoth out of Angband had never been a difficult matter for him.
As long as he continuously unleashed magic, he could naturally blast the entirety of Angband to pieces. Any toxic fumes, any dark magic, any traps—all of it would cease to exist.
The reason he hadn't done this before was that if he truly forced Morgoth out, he wasn't confident he could win the fight.
"It's merely toxic fumes!"
George's form flickered and changed, transforming into an enormous black dragon.
Ever since devouring the black dragon, his body had leaned towards the form of a black dragon, only it was far stronger and more imposing than the original.
He wasn't limited like the black dragon, either, capable of only using devouring magic. He could just as easily use magic from other elements.
"Dragon Slayer Magic: Fire Dragon's Roar!"
The dragon's mouth opened wide, and flames, even more powerful than before, gushed out like a torrential waterfall. The fire flowed ceaselessly, completely filling the sky above Angband.
Very quickly, under the burning inferno of the flames, all of those toxic fumes were incinerated into nothingness.
His current flames were no longer just the previous tri-colored flames. He had also incorporated the Samadhi True Fire from the Zhuge family, which could burn souls, as well as various other types of flames he had collected from different worlds.
Therefore, let alone the mere toxic fumes, even the dark power that Morgoth used to shroud the fortress beneath the fumes was being burned away.
Some of the Orcs high on the fortress walls were instantly purified by the flames, both body and soul, the very moment the fire touched them.
"What terrifying flames!"
Deep within the pits of Angband, Morgoth sensed his dark power, which had been spreading outwards, being steadily worn away, bit by bit, by the flames. He was so startled that he shot up from his throne.
He had never encountered such a dreadful fire. Even the flames of the Balrog King or the fire drakes he had created himself couldn't remotely compare in power to the flames being spewed by this black dragon.
It was almost as if this fiery power existed completely outside the laws of this world.
"You want to burn down Angband relying on flames alone? Delusional!"
An immense dark power erupted ceaselessly from within his body, spreading to cover the entire fortress, forcibly isolating and pushing back the flames once again.
He was also an expert in wielding fire; he knew how to maximize his resistance against a flame-based attack.
Besides, Angband itself had been constantly baked in his own magical fires for years on end.
"As expected of the strongest of the Valar. Even with most of his power busy corrupting the earth, he still has this much dark energy left to envelop the entire fortress."
Seeing that although the toxic fumes had vanished, Morgoth's dark power was gradually managing to isolate the flames, George lamented inwardly. His mouth, however, did not stop; he continued to relentlessly spew fire.
But, while still breathing fire, he lowered his altitude. His dragon claws gripped the peaks of Angband tightly as he began to activate Qiti Yuanliu and the black dragon's devouring magic, aiming to nullify all of the dark power.
Morgoth's dark power was indeed formidable. However, as long as it was merely energy and did not involve fundamental laws, it could not resist Qiti Yuanliu and the devouring magic.
(End of Chapter)