A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"I was just about to ask you, what exactly are you doing?" Bahrain asked curiously. "You are very powerful, more powerful than any of us."

We cannot participate in the war due to loyalty restrictions, but you can. If you join, the pressure on the coalition will be much less.

“But that won’t do much good. It will only slow down the elves’ and dwarves’ defeat a little, but it won’t help the overall battle. It might even get me caught up in it.” Aaron said in a deep voice. “Besides, who said I didn’t join in? My clone took away half of my magic power. I’m weaker than ever now.”

But I am still working hard to win this war. You may not believe it, but I can say with absolute certainty: no one wants you to win this war more than I do, no one.

Just kidding, losing is no big deal, but winning means two thousand magic points!

This is a huge sum of money. Even at Hogwarts, you would have to diligently sign in for 200 days to earn it. In other places, it might take three to five years.

"Looks like you're ready?" Groin asked.

"More or less," Aaron said with great interest. "Although it was my first attempt and it took a lot of time and more than half of my magic to barely complete, I have enough confidence."

This magic ranks among the top three of all my current abilities. Although it hasn't reached the threshold of the forbidden, it has barely reached the ultimate peak.

It's not the strongest, but it's the most practical.

After saying that, Aaron poured the entire bottle of dragon blood into the magic circle.

The enormous magic circle immediately emitted a hazy blue light, and while the dwarves around felt the cold, they could also faintly hear the roar of a dragon.

"What is this?" Philip asked incredulously.

"I spent a lot of money to get the dragon blood, and you have to compensate me afterwards."

"I'm asking you what this magic circle is for?"

"Didn't you already guess? But it seems we're just missing a little bit of the trigger." Aaron frowned slightly, then picked up his wand and drew a line on his right hand, and bright red blood immediately gushed from the wound.

Snapped!

Aaron slammed his right hand onto the ground, his blood being greedily absorbed by the magic circle.

The hazy blue light suddenly became incredibly dazzling, and the intense light even illuminated the surrounding city walls.

"Add the blood of the Dragon Slayer Mage and it's completely finished." Aaron's face was pale, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

Roar!

As soon as the words were spoken, a tangible dragon roar emanated from the magic circle.

The sound wasn't too loud, but it was enough to resound throughout the entire battlefield.

Elves, dwarves, orcs, and humans alike stared in astonishment at the dwarven kingdom of Irubor, their eyes filled with nothing but disbelief and fear.

Wasn't Smaug dead? Could it be that he left behind a cub?

A white ice dragon, over ten meters tall, flew out of the magic circle. It flew over the city wall and circled and danced in the sky above Irubor, every part of its body radiating a chilling white aura.

The four armies that were fighting stopped. Although this dragon did not seem to be as powerful as Smaug, it was still a dragon.

Dragons are far more terrifying than meat grinders on the battlefield. Not to mention their earth-shattering dragon breath, their sharp teeth and claws alone can sweep away a large area.

Aaron looked up at the ice dragon he had created, and a surge of pride welled up in his heart.

A mage can't influence the course of a battle, but a dragon is a different story.

Although it is not a real dragon, but merely a perfect combination of ultimate ice elemental magic and transformation, its dragon blood and the blood of dragon slayers have endowed it with some dragon power, making it definitely not just a simple imitation.

"You did this?" Balin stared in disbelief, and the other dwarves stood there dumbfounded, speechless with shock.

"If it wasn't me, then it was you?" Aaron rolled his eyes. "But we need to take one last step before it joins the battle."

Snapped!

Aaron snapped his fingers, and Gandalf's phantom appeared on the back of the ice dragon.

"I am Gandalf the Grey Wizard," the phantom solemnly introduced himself, his voice clearly reaching everyone's ears thanks to the amplification spell.

"Elves, dwarves, and humans, this battle may be difficult, but as long as we unite, we are not without a chance of winning."

Now make sure you have your weapons ready, take care of your comrades, and then kill these evil scum.

Trust me, the time for the counterattack is coming soon.

As soon as he finished speaking, Gandalf's phantom vanished, and the ice dragon roared as it joined the battle.

The ice dragon is over ten meters long and is practically the absolute overlord on the battlefield. Coupled with its ability to fly, orcs are like lambs to the slaughter in front of it.

With each flap of its wings, a group of orcs were blown away. Its sharp teeth and claws were deadly weapons, and countless orcs were disemboweled and died in extremely gruesome manner.

On Raven Ridge, Asog watched the ice dragon slaughtering indiscriminately, his teeth itching with rage.

He had already firmly controlled the situation, and it was only a matter of time before the elves and dwarves were wiped out. But now the enemy camp has suddenly gained a dragon, which will make the stable battle situation chaotic again.

However, he had absolute confidence in this war. If Smaug were still alive, that would be a different story, but this ice dragon was not impossible to kill with a little effort.

“Kill it,” Azog said coldly. “It’s not a real dragon, just a product of magic.”

"Let the giant beasts surround it, and use the catapults to shoot it down for me."

"Yes!"

The orcs responsible for relaying the order immediately changed the command flag, blew the horn, and issued the new command.

Upon receiving the order, the giant beasts on the battlefield immediately abandoned their battle with the elves and dwarves, gathering in small groups to contend with the ice dragons in the sky.

Each dive of the ice dragon takes away one or two giant beasts, but the beasts' dying counterattacks also leave some wounds on its body.

In addition to the occasional attacks from catapults, the ice dragon had to be careful to dodge while flying, since it was not a real dragon and might lose its fighting ability if it was hit by boulders a few times.

"Just as I expected." Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. "Azog's war behemoths have been temporarily restrained, and Dann and Thranduil's losses should be less."

“You actually summoned a dragon,” Boff said incredulously. “It’s unbelievable. I would never have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.”

"This isn't a summoning spell, it's a polymorph spell," Aaron said sheepishly. "It just takes too much energy, so I probably won't be able to use powerful magic for a while."

“But why are you using Gandalf’s image?” Balin asked.

"You know perfectly well what I'm asking." Aaron smiled mysteriously. "Of course, it's to borrow Gandalf's fame. I'm just a child, what bad intentions could I possibly have?"

Bahrain:......

Achoo! Achoo!

Gandalf, who was in Dale fighting off the orcs with Bilbo, sneezed several times in a row.

He watched the ice dragon fighting the giant beast from afar, and recalling the sounds he had heard earlier, his face turned pale and his blood pressure spiked.

"This is outrageous! This is too much! You can't treat the elderly like this!"

"Are you alright, Gandalf?" Bilbo asked with some concern.

“I’m fine, what could be wrong with me? I’m perfectly fine,” Gandalf said indignantly. “But there are just some people who can’t stand to see me doing well.”

"Believe it or not, if I showed up outside the city, I'd be instantly surrounded and slaughtered by countless orcs."

Bilbo's lips twitched. "Actually, I also want to ask, is there anything you've done to wrong him?"

I know Aaron; he wouldn't do that without a reason.

"No." A hint of guilt flashed in Gandalf's eyes as he said, on the verge of tears, "At most, I just imposed some responsibilities on him."

Even though he was unhappy and had complained, he said, "You don't have to treat me like this! This is going to kill me!"

Upon hearing this, Bilbo looked at Gandalf speechlessly, a forced smile appearing on his face, "I will not comment on what you have done."

But if you win this battle today, even if you're killed in a trap, it'll be worth it. And if you lose... you won't lose out either; at least you'll leave a significant mark on history.

Gandalf: ......

That hurts, bro.

Are you sure this is meant to comfort someone?

Chapter 281 Defending a wall and defending a city are two completely different things

Outside the city wall of River Valley.

The Thought-Body was diligently killing orcs, blood dripping continuously from the longsword in his hand. All around him were countless orc corpses, with severed limbs scattered everywhere.

"Eighty-seven, eighty-eight..." The Thought Entity silently counted the number of enemies it had killed, its calmness tinged with a hint of excitement.

Genes' assessment of him was indeed correct; he could take on a hundred men single-handedly. However, now that his physique has been further enhanced by the Dragon Slayer Crystal, that number could probably double.

The first wave of orcs attacking the city has been almost entirely wiped out, but more and more orcs are emerging from the caves to reinforce the city.

A mountain of corpses instilled a sense of fear in the newly arrived orc army, but instead of choosing to storm into the valley city through other gaps, they tacitly decided to avenge their comrades.

The smoke and blood ignited the ferocity in every orc's bones, and almost simultaneously they all rushed towards the Thought Entity, surging in like a dark tide.

The thought entity was quickly surrounded, with enemies coming from all directions except for the city wall behind it.

"You really think highly of me!" Si Nian sneered, bracing his hands on his longsword. Just as the orcs charged in, he took a deep breath and uttered, "Roar of the Fire Dragon."

boom!

The crimson flames engulfed the surrounding black tide, leaving no blind spots untouched.

Large numbers of orcs let out screams of agony, some even turning to ashes in the flames before they could even react.

In an instant, the area around the thought entity became a dead zone, which surprised even himself.

If the orcs were to spread out, this move might not be as effective; at most, it could only kill a dozen or so.

But since they chose to surround him, blocking the roar from all angles with their bodies, his record more than doubled.

The Thought Entity looked at the large, frightened orc army in front of it, raised its longsword and snorted coldly, "Come on if you dare."

The sound wasn't loud, but it sounded like thunder to the orcs.

The orc leader glared at him angrily, then decisively abandoned that section of the wall and charged into River Valley from another direction.

There was nothing that could be done; the corpses scattered on the ground were proof of this person's brutality.

Although they outnumbered him, they could definitely wear him down in a direct confrontation, but the cost was too high for them to bear.

Moreover, Asog's order was to capture the Valley City. They would pick on the weak, so why would they bother with this tough nut? Wouldn't it be better to bully the people inside?

"cut!"

The longing entity curled its lip in disdain, but inwardly it breathed a sigh of relief.

His magical energy was still sufficient, but his physical strength had been greatly depleted. If the fighting continued, he would have no choice but to run away.