"Smelly!"
“Very smelly!”
"It stinks beyond smell!"
Morgan only had this first feeling when he stepped into the dark cave of the troll.
Speaking of which, trolls also smell very fishy.
But compared with the stench of the cave in front of me, it really pales into insignificance.
Morgan didn't even know how to describe the stench of this cave.
In any case, it would not be an exaggeration to describe the stench in this cave with the most foul-smelling thing you can imagine.
"grass..."
Morgan was a little dizzy from the smoke and shook his head vigorously.
Finally, he couldn't help but tear off a section of his long sleeves from under his leather armor.
When both nostrils were stuffed with scraps of clothing.
After being unable to feel the smell of the outside world, Morgan felt much better.
Only then did I have the time to take stock of the surrounding environment in the cave.
This cave is very large and spacious.
In fact, if you think about it, you will know how the cave that can accommodate those three giant rock trolls is too small.
The cave is very spacious, and the cave is also very scary.
Except for a gray-white road in the middle that was relatively clean, there were various gnawed bones scattered everywhere on both sides of the road.
The reason why this road was gray-white, after Morgan observed it, was that it was caused by the remains of trampled bones sinking in.
There are countless skeletons of various animals, as well as humans.
More than a dozen members of the expedition team are looking for the troll's cave, which may be discovered by others at any time.
Morgan quickly observed and found no hidden danger.
Then he strode straight into the depths of the cave.
The deeper you go into the cave, the darker the light becomes.
The stench is also stronger.
Although Morgan's nose was blocked by clothes, he was very slow.
But other senses are still exposed and can be felt naturally.
Like a second nose to the eyes.
As he walked deeper into the cave, Morgan began to feel a slight sense of discomfort in his eyes.
This is truly eye-catching.
The light became dimmer and dimmer, and Morgan estimated that he should have walked about fifty or sixty meters in the cave.
But the end of the cave is still not in sight.
Except for a few rusty long swords that were stuck sideways into the soil.
Morgan saw nothing else of value.
Morgan kept walking.
Not long after, this time he finally saw the end.
Except for a large amount of various weeds, hay, and a small amount of feces.
Morgan didn't see even a single silver coin.
As for the high elf sword in his memory plot, there is no trace at all.
This is the deepest part of the cave, and is apparently where the trolls rest.
But where is his great sword?
Morgan looked left and right but couldn't find what he wanted, and he felt a little irritable.
He discovered that the temporary camp was the place in the memory plot early in the morning.
I have been thinking about raiding the troll cave.
Now that all the trolls are dead, the team has been brought back to the right track similar to the plot memory.
Now he is the first to stand in the troll's lair as he wished.
I was thinking about taking this opportunity to make a lot of money, but found that there was nothing.
The idea that I had been pondering for most of the day turned out to be a fantasy.
This would be a big upset for everyone.
"It can't be hidden in these smelly weeds and hay..."
After searching around carefully, Morgan looked at the large tracts of weeds in front of him and thought seriously.
Even if the nose is stuffed tightly.
Morgan could also think of the stench of the surrounding environment, not to mention the grass the troll was sleeping on.
etc...
what is that?
Just when Morgan was about to step forward and search.
Suddenly, his eyes saw a road at the end.
It's just relatively narrow.
At the same time, because the surrounding environment was dim, Morgan could not see very clearly.
It's easy to overlook the dim path in front of you.
Morgan immediately stepped forward.
After crossing the path, a spacious cave appeared in front of Morgan.
Then he saw a large number of gold and silver coins covered with dust and dirt scattered all over the ground.
In addition to a large number of gold and silver coins, there was also a broken weapon rack covered with dust and cobwebs, with a few weapons scattered on it.
Deep in the corner, an exquisite treasure chest half a meter long and wide was also half open, filled with gold coins and various gems.
"Finally found!"
Looking at the cave in front of him, Morgan looked happy and breathed a sigh of relief.
Next it’s time to harvest.
Morgan strode forward, walked straight to the dazzling and exquisite treasure chest, and began to select.
It would be impossible for Morgan to monopolize such a box of treasure.
Because he had nothing to put it in.
Although you can dig a hole and bury the treasure chest like in the memory plot.
But it takes time because other members of the expedition team may come looking for them at any time.
Second, there are traces of how the newly dug holes were filled, which would be embarrassing if they were discovered.
Thinking about the mountains and seas of gold and silver wealth in Gushan's underground kingdom in the plot.
Morgan felt that it was not worthwhile to have a conflict with a group of dwarves over such a small thing.
Besides, although all three trolls were killed by his own arrows.
But if it weren't for a group of dwarves risking their lives to pester and harass the trolls.
It's hard to say whether Morgan can successfully kill a troll.
What's more, he remembered that the dwarf Bofur and Pombo were seriously injured as a result.
Morgan couldn't just keep the treasure to himself.
After picking out a bag of the most valuable gems of various crystal clear colors.
Morgan stopped.
He walked to the weapons rack on the side without any hesitation.
There were several weapons stuck messily on it, only obscured by a large amount of dusty spider webs.
Can't see exactly what weapons they are.
Morgan stretched out his hand to push aside the cobwebs, and several weapons immediately revealed their true colors.
A long sword similar to a cross sword, a single-edged weapon similar to a long knife, and a short sword.
Morgan drew out his cross sword and opened his mouth to blow away the thick dust covering the sword.
At just a first glance, he could tell that in terms of forging materials alone, the sword in front of him was far beyond the sword he was wearing now.
The long sword is silver-white as a whole, has a delicate and graceful shape, and is full of high-end texture.
Looking at the sword in front of him, Morgan suddenly felt that it was not just a sword, but more like a work of art.
In the middle-earth world of cold weapons.
Not many races can forge their own weapons.
There are even fewer races that can forge such weapons that are like works of art.
"Wow..."
Morgan suddenly drew his sword.
The sword's blade was also silver-white, as smooth as new, with a cold light.
Morgan brought his finger close to the blade and immediately felt a tingling sensation.
It was the sharp edge of the sword pressing against the skin.
"Wow..."
The sword is sheathed.
Morgan was extremely satisfied: "What a good sword."
at this time.
There was a sudden noise outside.
"This way..."
