Novel & Cerita Could Gandalf Beat Sauron

"I am so tired of you all treating me like a doll! I won't break if I get a few scratches!" At my shout, three men's mouths hit the ground. "My god, Mara. You almost bleed out before we could get you to the Sorcerer to heal you. And you still want to go after him? That's suicide and you know it! Sólas is a Draygon, Mara, one of the most powerful ones! Do you really want him to succeed in whatever he was trying to do to you!?" Erik spewed angrily. I know what he did to you, Mara. Tohr said to me, his molten golden eyes boring into me.

I heard our King Aldrich words, hearing which Gandalf freely nodded his head where he was wearing his giant golden and blue emblazed turban with long peacock feather on it corner “I regret my incompetency in serving you my King, I tried all my powers to make him submit but I am unable to, he is not like other dragon man that we have captured, he is one stubborn beast my king, I am doing all I could to make him submit but his spine is made of steel, even after starving him for months, slashing his skin, piercing his body, he had not anywhere close to agree to our command, we used all our brutal torture to make him speak but his thick dragon soul is helping him resist ever pain that is thrown

The war between the North and South camps broke out after a hundred years. The night sky was filled with screams and roars, as well as the sound of clashing weapons. So far the Northern Falsies were in the lead due to their agile build, while the Southern Falsies were all big and sluggish. The ogre threw a single gadha blow, the Elves retaliated with ten sword slashes. Cyclops took a Dwarf or Elf to chew, the Elves and Dwarves hit back hard. Phillip himself was busy with three Ogres and one Cyclop surrounding him, trying not to get caught by the giants or get hit by the large objects they threw up. Even so, her emerald glare gleamed at Miranda, eager to do something to get rid of the witch f

The battle began. Currently, two human troops were engaged and killing a beastman, but the beastmen had no chance thanks to Solan's magical enhancement. And Solan went straight for Rafael. It was a battle that ended prematurely. Rafael was completely outmatched by Solan, who had five more circles than him. Solan didn't even need to utilize her magic to defeat Rafael; her physical strength was more than enough. The beastmen couldn't help but rub their large eyes, unable to fathom what was going on.

(At the Mansion) Erlin fought with all his might, his movements precise and efficient. His strength lay not in sorcery but in sheer skill. Yet, without his gear, his physical prowess was insufficient against someone who had studied him through countless realities. Each of Erlin’s movements, every dodge and counter, was etched into Hound’s memory, leading to a prophecy of defeat. As Erlin dropped his guard for a fraction of a second, Hound seized the opportunity. Summoning immense black flames and silver smoke, he launched an uppercut that sent Erlin’s head flying from his body, leaving only a smoldering skull attached to a burning spine.

Balbazor pressed his hand on his stomach and roared an ugly laugh which shook even the grounds underneath them and the walls beside to crack from he sudden shake. “That’s very bold for you to think you could win against me, sorcerer. You should know I am the one who gave the power to you and I can easily destroy you in a blink of an eye,” Balbazor taunted but Gallahan didn’t seem to know the word “fear” instead his smile became even and even wider. “But you wouldn’t be here unless you take a human’s body, I would say that power no matter how strong you have it in you, compared to an ant you are nothing,” Gallahan’s bravery wasn’t met with a smile by Balbazor.

The power of spirits was in action. Jack with the power of Evil Wolf and Eryndor met in a flurry of teeth and claws, their battle a blur of motion. Jack's spear flashed in the moonlight, striking true again and again, but Eryndor's miraculous magic allowed him to heal with an unnatural speed. The fight raged on, the troop's fate hanging in the balance. It's just beginning. "Who would emerge victorious? Eryndor's thunderous roar sent shockwaves through the troop, his dark magic unleashing a maelstrom of fury. The ground trembled beneath their feet as he struggled to break free from Jack's spear.

But then, a voice rang out from within the walls. The voice belonged to the leader of the sorcerers, a powerful wizard named Malek. He taunted the group, telling them that they would never defeat him. But Fionn refused to be intimidated. He called out to Malek, challenging him to a duel. The wizard accepted the challenge, and the two of them met in the middle of the courtyard. The battle was fierce, and it seemed as if Fionn would not prevail. But then, at the last moment, he drew on the power within him, and he struck Malek down.

It was the sorcerer, his eyes gleaming with a mix of madness and raw power. "You dare challenge me?" the sorcerer sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Your feeble attempts to restore balance shall be crushed under the weight of my supremacy." Malachi stepped forward, his voice steady. "We stand not as individuals, but as a collective force. The power of unity is far greater than any individual's greed." I could feel the energy crackling around us as the battle commenced. Spells clashed, creating explosions of light and darkness that illuminated the chamber. The sorcerer wielded his power with a twisted mastery, his spells unleashing devastating forces upon us.

Madeline responded to the shout and rushed into the cave. Darryl took a deep breath, strolled toward Gandalf, and said leisurely, "Gandalf, right? You can't run away today, so you'd better just give up!" Gandalf's face turned gloomy when he saw Darryl approaching him. He was surprised his men could not suppress a single kid. What was even more outrageous was that the man in front of him had no saint energy at all, yet Darryl could injure him. "Go to hell!" Gandalf yelled when Darryl was less than two meters away from him. At the same time, he raised his right arm and showed an arrow hidden up his sleeve.