Creating an Ice Dragon-What Bad Intentions Could I Possibly Have?

Erebor.

The expeditionary force of dwarves paced back and forth inside the city walls, each of them wearing a particularly somber expression.

Hearing the sounds of fierce fighting outside, they knew their brethren needed help, but Thorin was now the king of all dwarves, and he had ordered them not to fight, which they had to obey.

As Aaron inscribed intricate Magic Array on the ground, he looked at the distracted dwarves and said, "I must admit, your loyalty commands my sincere respect."

"Is it meaningful to mock us now?" Kili said angrily. "We feel so guilty that we want to commit suicide."

"It's meaningless, but I'm telling the truth."

Let the people of the Jācā tribe be torn between life and death and their loyalty to the king!

"Do you have any ideas?" Balin asked pleadingly.

"I've given you the solution: sternly reprimand him!"

"We've all tried," Fili said through gritted teeth. "Me, Kili, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Balin, Ori, Nori, and Gloin, we all went in one by one to persuade him, but he remained unmoved."

"Who's next?"

"Dori and Oin," Balin said bitterly, "Gaius, you should give it a try. We are his people, his subjects, but you are his friend. Perhaps it will work."

"Wait a moment, it will be finished soon." Aaron looked at the huge Magic Array at his feet, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then took out a glass bottle filled with red blood.

This was Dragon Blood he bought from the system shop. The twenty Magic Points made Aaron feel a little pained. He regretted not having placed a few basins of Dragon Blood before killing Smaug. Otherwise, he wouldn't have wasted this money.

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

We cannot participate in the war due to loyalty restrictions, but you can. If you join the coalition, the pressure on the coalition forces won't be as great.

"But that won't do much good. It will only slow down the elves' and dwarves' retreat a little, but it won't help the overall battle. It might even get me killed." Aaron said in a deep voice. "Besides, who said I didn't join in? He took half of my magic power with him, and now I'm weaker than ever."

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

Just kidding, losing doesn't really cost you anything, 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 planning to die?" Gloin asked.

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

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

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

After saying that, Aaron poured the entire bottle of dragon Dragon Blood into the Magic Array.

The enormous Magic Array immediately emitted a hazy blue light, and the surrounding dwarves not only felt the cold but could also faintly hear the roar of a giant dragon.

"What is this?" Fili 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 Array 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 made a cut on his right hand, from which bright red blood immediately gushed out.

Aaron slammed his right hand to the ground, his blood being greedily absorbed by the Magic Array.

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

"With the addition of the Dragon Slayer Mage's Blood, it will be completely finished." Aaron's face was pale, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

As soon as the words were spoken, a tangible dragon roar emanated from the Magic Array.

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 Dwarf Kingdom of Erebor, 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 Array. It flew over the city wall and hovered above Erebor, its body radiating a chilling, pale white aura.

The battle halted as all the troops on all sides stopped. Although this dragon appeared far less powerful than Smaug, it was still a dragon after all.

The dragon battlefield is far more terrifying than a meat grinder. Not to mention the earth-shattering dragon Dragon Breath, its sharp teeth and claws alone can Cleansweep a large area.

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

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

Although it is not a true dragon, but merely a perfect combination of ultimate ice elemental Elemental Magic and Transfiguration, the blood of Dragon Blood and Dragon Slayer Mage also endow it with some dragon power, so it is definitely not just a simple imitation.

"You created this?" Balin stared in disbelief, and the other dwarves stood there dumbfounded, too shocked to speak.

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

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

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

"Elves, dwarves, and humans—this battle may be difficult, but as long as we unite, we have a chance to win."

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

Trust me, the time for a counterattack is just around the corner.

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, making it an absolute tyrant on the battlefield. Coupled with its ability to fly, orcs are like lambs to the slaughter in its presence.

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 Ravenhill, Azog watched the Ice Dragon slaughtering it with abandon, his teeth itching with rage.

He had already firmly controlled the situation, and it was only a matter of time before the elven and dwarven forces were wiped out. However, the sudden appearance of a dragon in the enemy camp will cause the stable battle to become chaotic again.

However, he had absolute confidence in this war. If Smaug were still alive, that would be a different story. But even if he put in some effort, he could kill this Ice Dragon.

"Kill it," Azog said coldly. "That wasn't a real dragon, just a magical artifact."

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

"Yes!"

The orcs responsible for relaying the orders immediately changed their command flags, blew their horns, and issued the orders.

Upon receiving orders, the giant beasts on the battlefield immediately abandoned their battle with the elves and dwarves, and instead gathered in groups of three to fight the Ice Dragon in the sky.

Each dive of the Ice Dragon takes one or two giant beasts with it, and the giant beasts' dying counterattacks also leave some wounds on its body.

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

"That's about what I expected." Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. "With Azog's war behemoth temporarily tied down, Dain and Thranduil's losses should be less."

"You actually summoned a dragon!" Bofur 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 Transfiguration," Aaron said sheepishly. "It just takes too much energy, so I probably won't be able to use powerful magic for a while."

"Why did you borrow the image of Gandalf?" 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?"

Balin:...

Achoo! Achoo!

While in River Valley City, fighting alongside Bilbo against the Bilbo, Gandalf sneezed several times in a row.

He watched from afar as the Ice Dragon battled the giant beast, and recalling the voice he had heard earlier, his face turned pale and his blood pressure spiked.

"This is too much! This is outrageous! You can't treat an old woman 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. "It's just that some people 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 well; there's no reason he wouldn't do it.

"No," Gandalf said, a hint of guilt flashing in his eyes, his voice trembling with fear. "At most, I just imposed some responsibilities on him."

Even if he was unhappy, he had already complained. This is ridiculous! It's like they're going to kill me!

Hearing this, Bilbo looked at Gandalf speechlessly, a forced smile appearing on his face, "I won't comment on what you do."

"Even if you get killed in this battle, it'll be worth it if you win today. 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?