The cooperation between Morgan and Gandalf can be described as a powerful combination.
Under the cover of Gandalf, Morgan, who has mastered LV2 level archery, is definitely the coldest and most ferocious killer in this battle.
Every arrow he shoots represents the soul of an orc returning to hell.
Coupled with the output of a group of dwarves, this orc scout team of more than 20 people, together with more than 20 ferocious Gundaba wolves, killed more than half of them in less than half an hour. .
The few remaining orcs didn't dare to go up again when they saw this, and quickly ran away from the dark camp.
If they were just dwarves armed with daggers, battle axes and hammers, they might not be able to do anything against these orcs who were running away like crazy.
But in the presence of high-level archers, it would not be so easy for these orcs to escape.
Seeing the remaining four or five orcs, they hurriedly escaped from the camp and fled into the dark night.
Morgan strode up onto a boulder and shouted, "Gandalf!"
Gandalf understood immediately and raised his staff high.
The next second, the staff burst out with a burst of intense and dazzling white light, illuminating the night sky.
Morgan quickly reached for the quiver on his back, and this time, he pulled out three long arrows.
An unprecedented three arrows!
The light erupted from the staff flashed away.
But for Morgan, it was enough to see the fleeing orcs clearly for a moment.
Three arrows were put on the bowstring, and Morgan drew the entire moon this time.
"Swish swish..."
Three arrows instantly shot into the dark night.
Soon, everyone on the battlefield heard screams coming from outside the camp.
"Two escaped..."
Morgan jumped off the boulder and spoke, with obvious regret in his tone.
Every time one of these orcs is killed, it is very likely that he has soul power. It would be a pity if he got away.
Of course, others must not understand what Morgan really meant.
"Morgan, it's okay, you have been very good today..."
Sure enough, thinking that Morgan was blaming himself, a dwarf immediately answered.
"Yes, Morgan just saved me once..."
The dwarf Groyin also spoke in a low voice.
As soon as he was distracted, he was almost cut down by the orc that rushed up. Fortunately, Morgan shot the orc to death in time.
Although it is a bit embarrassing to have to be rescued on such a small battlefield, it is a fact that Morgan saved himself.
Groin had a strong self-esteem, but he would never lie about this kind of thing.
Seeing Morgan blaming himself, he immediately spoke up for Morgan.
"A bow can shoot three arrows at a time. I have only heard of such archery skills being achieved by the marksmen of the elves."
"Morgan's current archery skills are..."
Balin, the white-bearded dwarf, also said with a smile, but his words had not yet finished.
"Ouch..."
Suddenly, a low and terrifying howl came from outside the wilderness.
Everyone's expressions changed, and Gandalf immediately said: "The orcs are calling for reinforcements, we should go!"
Thorin Oakenshield's face immediately darkened. He and the orcs were feuding, and he also knew what this voice meant, especially since there was a battle just now: "Let's go, let's go!"
"Kilifili goes to fetch the horse..."
"Uncle Pompeo put away the dishes, and everyone else put away their things..."
"quick..."
Gandalf and Thorin Oakenshield spoke at the same time, and the group immediately knew the seriousness of the matter.
Pack it up immediately and quickly.
Soon, the group of people led the horses and ran wildly in the dark wilderness.
Traveling out into the wilderness at night is obviously dangerous.
Fortunately, the expedition team has a large number of people.
"Quick, everyone, follow..."
"Damn, come back, you went the wrong way..."
"This way..."
"It's too dark, I can't see clearly..."
Time passed slowly, and at some point the crescent moon emerged from the clouds in the sky again.
The hazy moonlight shines on the earth.
Amidst the rolling hills.
A group of people are running wildly.
"How long have we been running?"
"have no idea..."
"Are the orcs still following you?"
"have no idea..."
"I guess I didn't keep up. I didn't seem to hear any movement..."
"Keep running, don't stop, those Gundaba wargs have very powerful noses..."
"This way, follow me quickly..."
Naturally, this group of people leading their horses and fleeing in embarrassment were members of the Lonely Mountain Expedition Team that Morgan belonged to.
He had just escaped from the sneak attack by the orc scouts not long ago, and he didn't dare to stop at this time.
Time passed slowly.
When the eastern sky began to glow with a hint of white clouds.
The members of the expedition team, who had been running for most of the night, finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Huh...huh..."
"It's almost dawn, the orcs shouldn't be able to catch up..."
"Can you rest? I really can't run anymore..."
"Very hungry..."
"Me too..."
Looking at the panting and chirping dwarves.
Thorin Oakenshield raised his head and glanced at Gandalf.
"Orcs don't like daylight..."
Knowing what Thorin Oakenshield wanted to ask, Gandalf said casually.
"Then rest..."
Thorin Oakenshield nodded and walked aside.
The dwarves received the consent of the dwarf prince and immediately heaved a sigh of relief.
Just lie down and rest on the spot.
But I heard Thorin Oakenshield shook his head again and said, "It won't work here. It's too open and not safe enough."
Gandalf, who had just taken out his cigarette stick, paused, looked up and around, pointed to the woods in the distance and said, "Go over there, it will be much better if there are woods for cover."
Thorin Oakenshield looked over and nodded quickly: "Just go there."
Half an hour later.
The expedition team arrived at a woodland halfway up the mountain.
Thorin Oakenshield soon saw a long-abandoned wooden house and a relatively flat open space around it.
"Just here..."
"Kilifili went to feed the horses..."
"Pompop Bofur makes a fire..."
Thorin Oakenshield gave the order and the team's division of labor was clear.
Soon, the group was busy again.
It didn't take long for a strong fire to burst into flames.
Because there are still three of the four spotted deer that Morgan and Kili caught yesterday evening.
Just after a battle, he ran wildly for half the night.
Balin, the white-bearded dwarf who manages food logistics, decided to treat everyone.
So, with a wave of his little hand, the three spotted deer that had been killed yesterday were hung on the grill one after another.
After they got busy, everyone began to sit around the fire, bandaging and chatting.
As the MVP of this battle, Morgan was naturally the focus of everyone's chat.
But Morgan had no intention of chatting at this time.
He waved his hand and sat down on a boulder not far from the fire, closing his eyes and concentrating.
Just before closing his eyes, Morgan thought.
Brush brush brush...
Lines of virtual data immediately jumped and flashed in front of my eyes.
[Time Traveler: Morgan]
[Race: Human]
[Biological Level: First Level]
[Soul Power: 6]
[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: 0.35%]
【......】
One after another data keeps appearing.
Morgan's eyes were fixed on the soul power column.
When he saw the numbers behind the soul power, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
He actually has six points of soul power!
This is a great harvest, a real great harvest.
