"Whoosh..."
The arrows shot rapidly towards the woods ahead.
The moment he loosened his fingers and shot the arrow, Morgan suddenly had a strong premonition.
"This arrow will definitely hit!"
This is not Morgan's blind metaphysical premonition, but the ability brought by LV2 level archery.
There is a feeling of being in control of every arrow he shoots.
This is an ability that every archer who has reached LV2 level of archery can naturally master.
Morgan could clearly feel the moment he shot the arrow.
The dwarf Kili not far away was obviously breathing rapidly.
Among the people present, the most nervous person was probably Morgan himself.
But as a competitive player in his previous life, Morgan, who had experienced all kinds of big scenes, had no idea what it felt like to be nervous. Once he entered the competition arena, he was able to stimulate his fighting spirit and become more focused.
Morgan was not nervous at all, so naturally it was the young dwarf Kili's turn to be nervous.
Just like in the previous life, no matter what kind of game it was, no matter how good the slogan before the game was, whether friendship came first and competition came second, we actually knew what it was about.
As long as you can win, who the hell cares about friendship.
As long as it is a competition, there is no one who does not want to win.
They were all men, and there were so many people present.
In front of the Dwarf King's "uncle" Thorin Oakenshield and a group of dwarf brothers.
When it comes to bowing and arrows, which he is best at, Qili is naturally unwilling to lose to the human Morgan.
The same is true for Morgan. This competition is a great opportunity to show his strength.
It is not only related to his own dignity, but also related to whether he can successfully join the expedition team.
"I gonna go see..."
Morgan shot the arrow, which meant that the competition was over, and now it was up to him to see the result.
Among the dwarves behind him, some who were more impatient and wanted to know the result immediately ran quickly towards the woods not far away.
It didn't take long for the two of them to come back quickly, each carrying an arrow.
Both arrows hit the bird, a dark and unfortunate bird the size of an adult's hand.
It was just an arrow that hit a bird.
And the other arrow hit two!
The arrow was so powerful that it penetrated the bodies of both birds, just like a barbecue skewer.
"I'm coming..."
"Who loses and who wins?"
"Did Kili win or did Morgan win?"
"Both of them were shot..."
"Wow, who is this? He shot two birds with one arrow?"
As soon as the two dwarves picking up birds came back, the dwarves who were watching the fun immediately came up to them and started talking about them.
"Get out of the way, you still need to compare the arrows to know who loses and who wins..."
The dwarf carrying the bird came over, followed by Morgan and Kili.
At this time, everyone gathered around.
Including Gandalf and the always cold-looking Thorin Oakenshield.
Bilbo also followed outside and kept looking around.
Although the length and appearance of arrows will not differ much.
But Morgan used bows and arrows forged by humans, while Qili used bows and arrows forged by the dwarves.
There is definitely still a difference.
In fact, in the eyes of the two archers Morgan and Kili, they could almost recognize the arrows they used at a glance.
This is a simple observation.
But other people who don't know how to use bows and arrows naturally don't understand.
In order to make it clearer for everyone, comparison is needed.
When two arrows with birds strung on them were placed in front of the two parties.
With just one glance, Morgan recognized that the arrow that killed two birds with one stone belonged to him, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He used a little caution during the competition before.
With their archery skills, shooting a bird in such an environment was nothing.
The higher the archery attainment, the competition is not just about simple archery ability, but more about patience.
Morgan's trick was to let the dwarf Kili make the first move.
The moment you hit a bird, it will definitely startle other birds and fly around.
This would give him the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.
Only in this way can he win the competition with an undisputed result.
Otherwise, if both of them only hit one bird, how will they win or lose?
Of course, the premise for this is that Morgan must have sufficient archery skills and the ability to kill two birds with one stone.
It's not a blind cat encountering a dead mouse, it's just luck.
"I lost..."
"No need to look, this one is mine."
Looking at the two arrows, before taking out the arrows from his body for comparison, the dwarf Kili pointed at the arrow that hit a bird and said very simply.
Morgan could recognize his own arrows, and so could Kili.
As mentioned before, the vast majority of dwarves are stubborn and paranoid.
But he is also straightforward, forthright and straightforward.
If you win, you win, if you lose, you lose!
He Kili is not a dwarf who cannot afford to lose.
"Morgan's archery skills are indeed better than mine."
Kili looked at Morgan and smiled. Although he was a little reluctant, he still admitted that he lost easily, which was very generous.
"It's just luck..."
"You know, your arrow scared away all the birds in the woods."
"so..."
Morgan was more straightforward, not only humbly admitting that it was luck, but also stating all the reasons.
Handing such a big step to Qili, it was difficult for Qili to have any opinion on him.
Sure enough, as soon as Morgan finished speaking, Kili immediately smiled, and the depressed look on his face obviously relaxed a lot.
"Morgan, you don't need to comfort me. In such a night environment, if you want to wear two clothes, you can't just try your luck."
"I hope I can have another chance to compete with you in the future..."
Kili shook his head and spoke, with a shy smile on his face.
After all, for the young and inexperienced dwarf Qili, it was still a bit embarrassing to ask a human whom he had only known for less than half a day for archery skills.
"There's definitely a chance."
"We are friends, aren't we?"
Morgan patted Kili's shoulder and smiled like a big brother.
Not to mention that Morgan was enjoying Kili's adulation.
The two sides of the bet decided the winner.
The dwarves who gathered for gambling soon cheered and howled.
Pressing Morgan Ying smiled.
Press Qili to win? Sell batch.
Dwarves have always been straightforward.
Morgan and Kili won the competition cleanly and without any hint of arrogance after victory.
It's hard to make other people hate it.
It was Thorin Oakenshield, Qili who was still chatting with Morgan even after losing to Morgan.
I have to admit that Morgan, a human being, is indeed pretty good.
He attaches great importance to this expedition to Gushan, and is almost desperate.
For a guy as powerful as Morgan, he naturally hopes that the more the better.
Of course, this has a prerequisite, that is, the team must be under his control.
The misunderstanding has been eliminated.
At this time, you need to step forward yourself.
Thinking of this, Thorin Oakenshield stepped forward, looked at Morgan and smiled:
"The misunderstanding just now was my negligence."
"Now, I would like to formally invite you to join my team. I wonder if you can give me such an opportunity, Morgan?"
Looking at Thorin Oakenshield with a sincere expression.
Morgan suddenly felt that he had some new understanding of the dwarf king.
"Of course, this is my honor, Your Highness..."
Morgan put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to show respect.
Thorin Oakenshield was very satisfied with Morgan's reaction. He supported Morgan with both hands and said with a hearty smile: "Welcome to the team!"
