Start with the Lord of the Rings

The cooperation between Morgan and Gandalf can be described as a powerful combination.

Under the cover of Gandalf, Morgan, who mastered LV2 archery, was definitely the coldest and most ferocious killer in this battle.

Every arrow he shoots represents the return of an orc soul to hell.

Coupled with the output of a group of dwarves, this half-orc scout team of more than 20 people, together with more than 20 ferocious Gundaba Wargs, killed more than half of them in less than half an hour. .

Seeing this, the remaining orcs didn't dare to get up at all, and hurriedly fled outside the pitch-dark camp.

If it is only a dwarf with a short sword, a battle axe and a hammer, it may really be impossible for these half-orcs to flee wildly.

But in the presence of high-level archers, it is not so easy for these orcs to escape.

Seeing the remaining four or five orcs hurriedly fled the camp and fled into the dark night.

Morgan strode up on a boulder and shouted, "Gandalf!"

Gandalf understood at once, and raised his staff aloft.

In the next second, a strong dazzling white light burst out from the staff, illuminating the night sky.

Morgan quickly reached for the quiver on his back, and this time, he drew three long arrows.

Three arrows like never before!

The light from the staff flashed away.

But for Morgan, it was enough to see the fleeing Orcs for a split second.

With three arrows on the bowstring, Morgan pulled the full moon this time.

"whoosh whoosh"

Three arrows shot into the pitch-black night in an instant.

Soon, everyone on the battlefield heard screams coming from outside the camp one after another.

"Two escaped."

Morgan jumped off the boulder and said, with obvious regret in his tone.

Every time these orcs kill one, it is very likely that they have soul power, and it is a pity that they are run away.

Of course, other people must not understand the real meaning of Morgan.

"Morgan, it's nothing, you are already very good today."

Sure enough, I thought Morgan was blaming himself, and a dwarf immediately answered.

"Yes, Morgan just saved me once."

The dwarf Groin also muttered.

Just as he was distracted for a while, he was almost cut by the orc who rushed up. Fortunately, Morgan shot the orc to death in time.

Although it was a bit embarrassing to be rescued in such a small battlefield, it was a fact that Morgan saved himself.

Ge Luoyin has a strong self-esteem, but he doesn't bother to lie about this kind of thing.

Seeing Morgan rebuking himself, he immediately spoke up for Morgan.

"Zhang Gong can shoot three arrows at a time. I have only heard that the marksman of the elves can do this kind of bowing."

"Morgan's current archery skills are."

The white-bearded dwarf Balin also said with a smile, but he didn't finish his sentence.

"Ow."

Suddenly, a low, terrifying howl came from outside the wilderness.

Everyone's expressions changed, and Gandalf immediately said: "The orcs are calling for reinforcements, we should go!"

Sorin Oakenshield's complexion also sank immediately. He and the orcs are feuds, and he also knows what this voice means, especially when there was a battle just now: "Let's go, let's go!"

"Kilifeli to lead the horse"

"Bomber packs the dishes, and everyone else packs their stuff."

"quick"

Gandalf and Thorin Oakenshield spoke at the same time, and the group immediately knew the seriousness of the matter.

Pack up quickly.

Soon, a group of people led their horses and ran wildly in the dark wilderness.

It is obviously dangerous to travel outside the wilderness at night.

Fortunately, the expedition team has a large number of people.

"Quick, follow up"

"Damn, come back, you went the wrong way"

"This way."

"It's too dark, I can't see clearly"

Time passed slowly, and I don't know when the crescent moon on the horizon once again emerged from the clouds.

The dim moonlight shines on the earth.

Amidst rolling hills.

A group of people are running wild.

"How long have we been running?"

"do not know"

"Are the Orcs still following?"

"do not know"

"I shouldn't keep up, I don't seem to hear any movement."

"Keep running, can't stop, those Gundaba wolves have great noses"

"This way, hurry up."

This group of people who fled with their horses in embarrassment was naturally the Lonely Mountain Expedition Team that Morgan was in.

He had just escaped from a sneak attack by an orc scout not long ago, and he didn't dare to stop at this time.

Time passed slowly.

When the eastern sky began to show a trace of white clouds.

The members of the expedition who had been running wild for most of the night finally couldn't hold it any longer.

"Hoohoo."

"It's almost dawn, the orcs shouldn't be able to catch up."

"Can I rest, I really can't run?"

"Very hungry."

"Me too"

Look at the panting, chattering dwarves.

Thorin Oakenshield looked up at Gandalf.

"Orcs don't like the day."

Knowing what Thorin Oakenshield wanted to ask, Gandalf said casually.

"Then rest"

Thorin Oakshield nodded and walked to the side.

A group of dwarves got the consent of the dwarf prince, and immediately heaved a sigh of relief.

Just lie down and rest.

But he heard Thorin Oak Shield shook his head again and said, "It can't be here, it's too open and not safe enough."

Gandalf, who had just pulled out his cigarette stick, paused, looked up and left, pointed to the woods in the distance, and said, "Go over there, it would be much better to be covered by trees."

Thorin Oak Shield looked over and nodded quickly, "Just go there."

After half an hour.

The expedition team arrived in a woodland halfway up the mountain.

Thorin Oakenshield soon saw a long-abandoned wooden house and an open space that seemed to be fairly flat around it.

"Just here."

"Chiliphelli goes to feed the horses"

"Bomberboffer makes a fire."

Thorin Oak Shield gave an order, and the division of labor was clear.

Soon, the group was busy again.

It didn't take long for a vigorous fire to blaze.

Because there were three of the four piebald deer that Morgan and Kili caught yesterday evening.

Just after a battle, and ran wild in the middle of the night.

Balin, the white-bearded dwarf who manages the food logistics, decides to give everyone a treat.

So, with a wave of a small hand, the three spotted deer that were killed yesterday were put on the grill one by one.

After Yitong was busy, everyone began to sit around the fire, bandaging and chatting.

Morgan's existence as the MVP of this battle is naturally the focus of everyone's chat.

But Morgan was not in the mood to chat at this time.

He waved his hand and sat directly on a boulder not far from the fire, closing his eyes and resting.

Just closing his eyes, Morgan thought.

Brush brush.

One after another virtual data immediately jumped and flickered in front of him.

【Time Traveler: Morgan】

【Race: Human】

[Biological level: first-order]

【Soul Power: 6】

[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: 0.35%]

【.】

A stream of data keeps appearing.

Morgan stared at the column of soul power.

When I saw the number behind the soul power, I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

There is actually a full six points of soul power!

This is a great harvest, a really great harvest.