evening.
Temporary rest camp: a mountainous wilderness full of rocks.
The members of the expedition team are busy.
Today, Morgan and Qili caught four spotted deer, which was an absolute bumper harvest.
Piebald deer are not small in size.
A piebald deer, plus assorted dried vegetables and wild vegetables temporarily picked from the surroundings, can make the entire expedition team members have a delicious meal.
Of course, this is how to cook food.
If it is roasted and eaten, two spotted deer will be enough.
After marching in the wild for a month, everyone in the team is now a big eater.
"Pa bang bang..."
On the simple stove made of a few stones, the fire crackled.
Above the fire, a large cooking pot on a tripod was boiling and rolling.
White fresh meat soup, red dried carrots, green wild vegetables, purple wild onions...
This pot of piebald deer meat soup pot looks great, and the aroma is equally tempting.
It took a whole day of boring marching in the barren mountains.
This is definitely the time when all team members are most looking forward to and relaxing.
Of course, this is about physical relaxation.
In fact, as the expedition team left the Shire, the journey began on the Eastern Road.
The journey has become far more dangerous than before.
Because they have stepped into the area where one of the most evil monsters in the world: the "orc".
At this time, on a huge rock not far from the temporary camp.
Morgan was lying on it enjoying the cool early autumn breeze.
[Time Traveler: Morgan]
[Race: Human]
[Biological Level: First Level]
[Soul power: 0]
[Attributes: Strength +; Physique +; Agility +; Spirit +]
[Ability: Universal Language; Muay Thai LV2; White Crow Swordsmanship LV1; Archery LV2]
[Talent: Intimacy (Special Skill)]
[Current world exploration progress: 0.31%]
【......】
"It's been a whole month..."
"Not only did he not gain any soul power, he was still a loser."
"Even the progress of world exploration is growing very slowly."
"Before departure, it was 0.3%, and now it is 0.31%. It only increased by a full 0.01% after one month of journey."
"This is still with the protagonist's army. If I were the only one, I might not even make 0.01% progress..."
Opening his eyes and looking at the data in front of him, Morgan felt helpless.
In the past month, because of his outstanding archery skills, he has almost taken over all the hunting in the team.
That is to practice archery skills, but more importantly to kill prey to gain soul power.
It's a pity, except after meeting the ferocious bear that Gandalf killed that day a month ago and gaining some soul power.
Morgan has not been able to get any more so far.
Even though he hunted a large number of wild boars, wild goats, spotted deer, and even a ferocious leopard.
However, there is no trace of the second bit of soul power.
If it weren't for the 0.01% progress in the exploration world, he would have thought that the system was stuck.
Of course, in the past month, I have gained very little in the time system.
But in terms of strength, especially in archery, Morgan has made rapid progress.
In other aspects, because of his own strength, he also teaches the dwarves Qili.
Morgan's status within the expedition team has improved a lot.
Now, if we rank the members of the expedition team in order of their shortest status, it should be like this: Thorin Oakenshield ≥ Gandalf > Balin = Morgan = Dwalin > Other dwarves > Bilbo.
Overall, little is gained except for the system.
A lot has been gained in other aspects.
Because every day I have nothing to do, I just think about my system.
Morgan now also has some new understanding of "soul power".
However, these understandings cannot be known until experiments.
"It seems that you can no longer obtain soul power by killing ordinary creatures. Now let's see if the orcs can give us some surprises."
Morgan waved away the data in front of him and thought to himself as he looked at the dim sky.
"Morgan..."
At this time, shouts came from not far away.
Morgan turned around and saw that dinner was ready.
Morgan turned over and jumped off the boulder more than three meters high and walked towards the camp.
He came to the fire and took a full bowl of fresh venison soup from the dwarf "student" Kili.
Just as Morgan sat down, he heard the dwarf Groin holding a bowl of steaming broth and shouting loudly: "Come on, let's drink a toast to thank Morgan and Kili for bringing us the feast!"
"Hey, this is not wine. You must have drunk too much..."
"Haha, poor Groin..."
"Although this is not wine, you can think of it as wine, and you might be able to drink the taste of wine..."
"Come, let's toast..."
"That's a good idea. Maybe you two can get drunk..."
"Ha ha ha ha..."
The dwarves were laughing and joking and bickering with each other as a habit.
Made everyone laugh.
More than a month of wild journey.
Because they are all in the wild mountains, there are no villages or towns along the way.
The drinks the dwarves had brought with them at the beginning had long been consumed.
Now there are only a lot of dry foods left that are easy to carry and preserve, such as dried vegetables, potato powder, and dried meat.
As for drinks, just think about it.
After dinner, the night became completely dark.
The cool wind of early autumn is blowing.
Morgan and Gandalf were sitting side by side under a boulder, smoking.
To be precise, Morgan was smoking, using Gandalf's pipe.
"call..."
Light the small smoke hole filled with shredded tobacco and take a strong puff.
Damn...
Feeling the acrid smoke entering his lungs, Morgan felt inexplicably relaxed.
As a boxer in his previous life, Morgan did not smoke and rarely drank alcohol.
But in this world, on a boring adventure journey.
On days when there are no women, no alcohol, and no fighting, only smoking can make him less bored.
"Not bad, cigarettes are a good thing..."
"I didn't expect you kid to have never smoked before..."
Ignoring Gandalf's muttering, looking at Bilbo walking over, Morgan gestured with the cigarette rod: "Would you like a sip?"
"No thank you, I have..."
Bilbo refused with a smile, took out his pipe, shook it, and sat next to Gandalf.
"I'm right..."
Gandalf continued to speak, and Morgan smoked out the remaining tobacco in one gulp, knocked out the cigarette shit, handed it to Gandalf, and said disgustedly: "Okay, you can shut up now."
"Ha ha..."
Gandalf laughed, immediately took the tobacco rod and filled it with shredded tobacco.
The night is getting darker.
The crescent moon on the horizon disappeared into the clouds at some point.
In the temporary camp, only the bonfire was still burning.
In front of the fire, except for the night watch dwarf Bofur, who was dozing off like pecking at rice, the other dwarves were lying around and had already fallen asleep.
Everything around was silent, as if the whole world had fallen asleep.
Holding the cross sword and leaning against the boulder to sleep, Morgan suddenly felt an extremely dangerous palpitation.
He suddenly opened his eyes and saw: a group of more than a dozen ugly orcs wearing armor and holding weapons quietly entered the temporary camp.
Morgan looked horrified, grabbed the long bow beside him, and shouted sternly: "Enemy attack!"
