"call..."
"Finally dead."
Looking at the huge troll falling to the ground in the distance, Morgan let out a long breath.
Speaking of which, some people in the expedition team may think that it is easy for Morgan to kill these trolls, he just needs to move his fingers.
Actually...that's true.
In addition to running diligently, keeping your eyes open, and aiming your bow until your hands are sore.
Physically, archers do have an easier time than melee ones.
However, the real wear and tear of an archer is actually in the spirit.
Because the quivers carried by the archers and the arrows in the quivers are limited.
This requires the archer to be highly concentrated every time he fires his bow in order to kill more enemies.
After a battle, the mental drain on the archers can be imagined.
Warriors consume physical strength, and archers consume energy. In fact, no one is easier than the other.
Because fighting is a very dangerous behavior.
This is the average layman's impression of an archer's ease.
Like Morgan, he seemingly easily shot down giant trolls one after another that an entire expedition team couldn't deal with.
In fact, only Morgan himself knows the difficulty and mental exhaustion.
Of course, the dwarf Kili, who is also an archer, might know something.
"Hey Gandalf, where have you been."
"I thought you were missing..."
Looking away from the giant corpse of the troll, Morgan turned to look at Gandalf not far away and smiled, striding over.
"I just went to relax. You know, the stubbornness of dwarves is really, really unbearable sometimes..."
When Morgan asked about this, Gandalf shrugged and said helplessly.
Of course Morgan knew what Gandalf was referring to.
In fact, I just didn't mention Gandalf's previous dispute with Thorin Oakenshield.
During this journey of more than a month, Thorin Oakenshield and a group of dwarves have demonstrated the stubbornness of the dwarves many times.
"Relax, the whole world knows how stubborn the dwarves are."
Morgan stepped forward and comforted with a smile.
Gandalf shook his head and said nothing. He turned to look at the huge corpse of the troll in the distance and frowned and asked, "How did you encounter these monsters?"
"I don't know the specifics."
"When I showed up, Kili and Fili were fighting one of the monsters."
"But it's probably the monster who stole our horse."
Morgan shook his head and looked at the corpse in the distance.
"Do you know what kind of monster this is?"
Morgan turned to look at Gandalf and asked knowingly.
"The only such huge evil monster is the troll, and it is the rock troll among the trolls."
After Gandalf finished speaking, Morgan caught the details and asked quickly: "You mean, there are other kinds of trolls?"
Gandalf said nothing, but looked at the sky.
By this time the rain had completely stopped and the sky had become much brighter.
Knowing that it was impossible to continue raining, Gandalf took out the tobacco stick, skillfully filled it with shredded tobacco and lit it.
"Bah..."
Gandalf took a nice puff, exhaled the smoke, and then slowly spoke.
"Of course, there's more than one kind of troll."
"As far as I know, there are several types of trolls, including mountain trolls, rock trolls, cave trolls, etc."
"The troll we are looking at now is a rock troll that can only appear at dusk and night, and will turn into stone when exposed to sunlight."
As soon as Gandalf finished speaking, a voice suddenly interrupted.
"Will it turn into stone when it sees sunlight?"
"That means they can only appear at night, so why are those three here?"
Thorin Oakenshield came over with a group of dwarves. Hearing Gandalf's words, he immediately asked doubtfully.
"This is exactly what I'm confused about."
Gandalf nodded and continued smoking.
All the members of the expedition team have already seen Gandalf's erudition.
If even Gandalf doesn't understand, others certainly won't understand either.
"Could it be that this troll is afraid of the sun and often appears at night, but that doesn't mean it is afraid of the daytime."
"It doesn't come out during the day when the sun is shining. Maybe he just hates the daytime."
"Because at any time during the day the sun can come out, the sun can come out."
“But when it rains, there is no such concern.”
After Morgan thought deeply, he suddenly spoke.
"Well, that makes sense..."
"The only way they can appear here is as Morgan said."
Gandalf puffed out smoke and affirmed.
"These rock trolls appear here, which means their caves should be nearby."
"I heard that many of these monsters like to collect things. Maybe we should go to their caves and have a look."
After finishing his cigarette, Gandalf put away the cigarette rod, looked up at everyone and said.
"You're so considerate, I don't even need to say anything."
After hearing Gandalf's words, Morgan couldn't help but give Gandalf a thumbs up.
"What do monsters like to collect?"
"We're definitely going to have a look..."
"Maybe these monsters, like dragons, like to collect treasures..."
"How do you know dragons like to collect treasures..."
"What I heard..."
"Although I don't know, someone will definitely know. Gandalf, do you think I'm right?"
"What..."
"I said dragons like to collect treasures. You must have seen the dragon's treasures, right?"
"Ahem...ahem...maybe, maybe, yes..."
Seeing the habitual bickering, the people began to scatter in search of the rock troll cave.
Morgan stood in the forest, looking left and right.
He walked quickly in the direction from which the three trolls came.
The huge messy footprints clearly pointed the direction for Morgan.
He looked at the dwarves behind him who had chosen the same search direction as him.
Morgan's steps were fast and he quickly distanced himself from the dwarves.
Everyone in the expedition team seemed to be awakened by what the dwarf said unintentionally during the previous argument: "Maybe these monsters are like dragons and like to collect treasures..."
So looking at the direction Morgan was heading in, the few dwarves following him consciously chose to go in the wrong direction.
Morgan turned to look at the little thoughts of the dwarves and grinned.
This is best.
Although he was not sure whether he could find the troll's hiding cave before the dwarves.
But even if it's not him.
Morgan is also determined to get the high elf sword in the troll cave.
Because he has such qualifications.
Morgan moved quickly along the troll's giant footprints.
When there were no other dwarves behind him, Morgan simply started running.
His agility has been strengthened to LV2, and his current speed is much faster than before.
Fortunately, he chose the right direction.
When standing in front of a deep, dark and spacious cave.
Morgan breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, he was found first.
Next, it’s harvest time.
Morgan raised the corner of his mouth, casually pulled out the cross sword from his waist, and walked in.
