Start with the Lord of the Rings

evening.

Temporary rest camp: a wild and rocky wasteland.

The members of the expedition team are busy.

Today, Morgan and Kili caught four piebald deer, an absolute bumper harvest.

Spotted deer are not small in size.

A piebald deer, as well as miscellaneous dried vegetables and wild vegetables picked around temporarily, can make the entire expedition team members have a delicious meal.

Of course, this is the way to cook.

If it's roasted, two piebald deer will suffice.

After traveling in the wild for a month, now everyone in the team has a big stomach.

"clap clap"

On the simple stove made of several stones, the fire crackled.

Above the fire, a large cooking pot on a tripod was boiling and tumbling.

White fresh meat bisque, red dried carrots, green wild vegetables, purple wild small onions

This pot of spotted deer fresh meat thick soup pot is full of appearance, and the fragrance is equally tempting.

It's been a boring day in the barren mountains.

This time is definitely the time when all the team members look forward to the most relaxed time.

Of course, this speaks of physical relaxation.

In fact, as the expedition team moved further from the Shire, the footsteps began to reach the Eastern Avenue.

The journey has become far more dangerous than before.

Because they have stepped into one of the world's most evil monsters: "Orcs" infested territory.

At this time, on a boulder not far from the temporary camp.

Morgan was lying on it, blowing the cool early autumn wind.

【Time Traveler: Morgan】

【Race: Human】

[Biological level: first-order]

【Soul Power: 0】

[Attribute: Strength+; Constitution+; Agility+; Spirit+]

[Ability: Common Language; Muay Thai LV2; White Crow Swordsmanship LV1; Archery LV2]

[Talent: Intimacy (Special Skill)]

[Current world exploration progress: 0.31%]

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"It's been a whole month"

"Not only did not get any soul power, but also a zero light egg."

"Even the progress of world exploration is also growing very slowly."

"Before departure, it was 0.3%, and now it is 0.31%. The one-month journey has only increased by a full 0.01%."

"This is still with the protagonist's large army. If it is only me, I am afraid that there is not even a 0.01% progress."

Looking at the data in front of his eyes, Morgan was a little helpless.

In the past month, because of his outstanding bowing and archery skills, the hunting in the team was almost covered by him.

That is to hone bow and arrow skills, and more to kill prey to gain soul power.

It's a pity, except that the vicious bear that Gandalf killed that day a month ago gained a little soul power.

Morgan has so far failed to gain a single point.

Even if he killed a large number of wild boars, wild goats, spotted deer, and even a ferocious leopard.

However, there is no trace of the second soul power at all.

If it weren't for the 0.01% progress in the exploration world, he would have thought that the system was broken.

Of course, this month, although I have gained very little in terms of the time system.

But in terms of strength, especially in archery, Morgan's progress can be called rapid.

In other respects, because of their own strength, there are also reasons for teaching the dwarves Kili.

Morgan's status in the expedition team has improved a lot.

Now if the shortest members of the expedition team are ranked in order, it should be like this: Thorin. Oakenshield ≥ Gandalf\u003e Balin = Morgan = Devalin\u003e other dwarves\u003e Bilbo.

In general, except the system gains little.

Much has been gained in other respects.

Because I have nothing to do day by day to ponder the body system.

Morgan now also has some new understanding of "soul power".

However, these understandings will only be known after experiments.

"It seems that killing ordinary creatures can no longer obtain soul power. Now let's see if the orcs can give me some surprises."

Morgan waved away the data in front of him, looking at the dim sky and thinking to himself.

"Morgan."

At this time, a shout came from not far away.

Morgan turned his head and saw that dinner was ready.

Morgan rolled over and jumped off the three-meter-high boulder and walked towards the camp.

He came to the fire and took a bowl of fresh venison soup handed over by the dwarf "student" Kili.

Morgan had just sat down when he heard the dwarf Groin shouting loudly with a bowl of steaming broth: "Come on, in order to thank Morgan and Kili for bringing us a big meal, let's toast!"

"Hey, it's not wine, you don't drink too much, right?"

"Haha, poor Groin"

"Although this is not wine, you can treat it as wine, and you may be able to drink the taste of wine."

"Come on, let's toast."

"That's a good idea, maybe the two of you can still get drunk."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The dwarves were laughing and laughing, and habitually bickered with each other.

Amused everyone.

More than a month of wild journey.

Because they are all barren mountains and mountains, there are no villages or towns in the middle.

The drinks the dwarves had brought with them had long since been used up.

Now there are only a lot of dry food such as dried vegetables, potato flour, and jerky that are easy to carry and preserve.

As for drinks, think about it.

After dinner, the night fell completely.

A cool early autumn wind blows.

Morgan and Gandalf were sitting side by side under a boulder, smoking a cigarette.

Morgan was smoking, to be precise, with a Gandalf rod.

"call"

He lit the small cigarette hole filled with shredded tobacco and took a deep breath.

bar

Feeling the acrid smoke entering his lungs, Morgan felt inexplicably relieved.

As a boxer in his previous life, Morgan never smoked and seldom even drank alcohol.

But in this world, on a boring and boring adventure.

On days when there were no women, no alcohol, and no fighting, only smoking could make him less bored.

"That's right, cigarettes are a good thing."

"I didn't expect your kid to never smoke before"

Ignoring Gandalf's muttering, looking at Bilbo who was approaching, Morgan gestured with a cigarette stick: "Would you like a sip?"

"No thanks, I have it here"

Bilbo refused with a smile, took out his pipe, shook it, and sat down beside Gandalf.

"I was right"

Gandalf continued to speak, Morgan took a sip of the remaining tobacco, knocked out the cigarette excrement, handed it to Gandalf, and said with disgust: "Okay, you can shut up."

"Ha ha."

Gandalf laughed, took the rod at once, and filled it with shredded tobacco.

The night is getting darker.

The crescent moon on the horizon does not know when to hide in the clouds.

In the temporary camp, only the bonfire is still burning.

In front of the fire, except for the night watch dwarf Beaufort, who was dozing off as if pecking at rice, the other dwarves had already fallen asleep by lying on the ground.

The surroundings were all quiet, as if the whole world had fallen asleep.

Holding the cross sword and sleeping against the boulder, Morgan suddenly felt an extremely dangerous palpitation.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw: a group of more than a dozen orcs wearing armor and ugly figures were sneaking into the temporary camp with weapons.

Morgan looked horrified, grabbed the longbow beside him, and shouted loudly, "Enemy attack!"