Midsummer night.
The sky is filled with stars.
At the foot of the Misty Mountains, at the edge of a forest, fire flickered.
"Papa...papa..."
The dry wood crackled and exploded in the fire.
Above the campfire, the aroma fills the cooking pot.
Morgan stood up and stirred the pot with a spoon.
He sat back down and reached out to grab several sausages that had been skewered on the side and started roasting them on the campfire.
It has been more than a month since I left Mirkwood.
The weather has also moved from warm spring to hot summer.
All these years.
Morgan actually dislikes traveling in summer.
The reason is naturally because it is too hot.
But the Shire is too far away from the Woodland Kingdom.
Bilbo's birthday celebration happened to be in early autumn.
Unless he advances the time too much, he cannot avoid Xia Tian if he wants to go to Shire.
Morgan has lived in Middle-earth for many years. The farthest he has gone and the longest time he has stayed is the Shire.
That is because of the relationship with Bilbo.
Also because of the beautiful scenery of the Shire.
I've also been to Rivendell several times.
Then there are the dwarf kingdom of Erebor and Riverdale Town in the Lonely Mountain, which I have visited the most.
Because it's the closest.
Speaking of which, these years have passed since the Battle of the Five Armies of Gushan.
Morgan was quite active in the first few years, and would go out to meet friends for drinks every once in a while.
But as time goes by.
Morgan's mind gradually calmed down and he was unwilling to move around easily.
even so.
Morgan also goes out much more frequently than the elves of the Woodland Kingdom.
Especially the Elf King Thranduil.
After Morgan took up residence in Mirkwood, he left the kingdom only a handful of times.
Of course, to the immortal elves, decades are just a very short period of time in their lives.
Over the years, they have become accustomed to the "home" life.
Time passed slowly.
"Gulu gulu..."
The thick soup in the pot finally boils and rolls, and the fragrance spreads.
The sausage in Morgan's hand also exudes the unique aroma of grilled sausage.
Soon, he had a bottle of spices in one hand.
Expensive spices are sprinkled on the grilled sausage, and the aroma becomes more intense.
Putting away the spice bottle, Morgan picked up the baked one and brought it to his mouth to bite into it.
At this time, there was a sudden sound of rapid footsteps deep in the forest.
The footsteps were light and fast, followed quickly by low roars and strange screams.
Morgan didn't have to look back to know what was coming.
Because since approaching the Misty Mountains this time.
He has been harassed more than once.
He placed the sausage in his hand on the baking sheet next to him.
Morgan immediately stood up and took out the longbow arrow from his back with one hand with great skill.
The moment he turned around, the long bow had been drawn to the full moon, and three arrows were placed on the bowstring, ready to go.
Then, Morgan saw what was coming: five orc scouts wearing armor and riding on ferocious gray and black wargs.
Counting today's team of such a small orc scout warg, this is the third team Morgan has encountered in the past few days.
The moment he saw the target clearly, Morgan immediately plucked the bowstring.
"Swish swish..."
Three arrows shot towards the five orc warg scouts who rushed toward them with strange screams and excitement.
"boom..."
"boom..."
"boom..."
No surprises.
The three arrows accurately hit the heads or eyes of the three fastest wargs respectively.
The three wargs who were shot immediately fell to the ground.
The three orcs on his back were also immediately overturned.
The remaining two orcs rode wargs and rushed toward Morgan with strange screams without fear.
The next second.
Two arrows instantly appeared out of thin air in Morgan's hands.
He opened his bow and nocked an arrow. Morgan, who was extremely fast, opened his bow and shot two arrows instantly.
"Bang bang..."
There was no suspense, and the remaining two wargs were hit by arrows in the head again and fell to the ground.
The two orcs were thrown off the wolf's back and fell hard to the ground.
At this time, the three half-beasts that had just been thrown down by the warg had already climbed up, waving their weapons and charging towards Morgan with strange screams.
Saw the orcs coming.
Morgan grinned, showing cold white teeth.
Then he threw the long bow aside, raised his hand and pulled out the elf sword from his waist.
This sword was forged by the high elves in the First Age and was famous as the sword worn by King Gondolin.
In the hands of Morgan, he achieved great success.
To this day, even after accompanying Morgan through countless battles, this sword still shines like new.
At this time, I faced these half-orcs.
The Glenry sword, which was specially forged to deal with orcs, exuded a light blue light as always.
The two nearest orcs had already stood up. Seeing the humans who had thrown down their long bows, they became even more angry and rushed toward them with strange screams.
"Kill him!"
"Kill the human bastards!"
Watching the orcs rushing towards them with strange cries.
Morgan stepped forward quickly and activated his special skill in his mind: "Flash!"
The moment the skill was activated, Morgan disappeared.
No, it doesn’t actually count as disappearing!
It's just that his speed is so fast that ordinary people can't even see it with the naked eye.
The next second.
Morgan's figure holding a long sword appeared behind two orcs who rushed forward quickly.
Immediately afterwards.
"Bang bang..."
Two muffled sounds were heard.
The two orcs behind him immediately fell to the ground.
The two ugly and ferocious heads immediately fell and rolled away as the corpse fell to the ground.
Seeing this horrific scene, the remaining three orcs suddenly widened their eyes and stopped in their tracks.
In just one encounter, all five wargs on his side died, plus two companions died in mysterious ways.
The three orcs, whose blood had just surged with great anger, could not feel it.
I was awakened at this moment, and I immediately realized the terrifying power of the human beings in front of me.
Morgan continued forward with his sword in hand.
Three orcs, you look at me, I look at you.
Not only did no one dare to step forward, but they began to retreat.
"run!"
One of the frightened orcs immediately yelled.
The three orcs immediately turned around and ran back.
Two ran wildly in the same direction, while the other one was smarter and ran separately in the other direction.
"Run...you can run wherever you can!"
Looking at the three fleeing orcs, Morgan sneered and put the elf sword back into the scabbard at his waist.
The next second.
A brand new longbow and two arrows appeared out of thin air in his hand.
With his bow and arrow ready, Morgan raised his hand to shoot at the two orcs directly in front of him without deliberately aiming.
"Whizzing..."
Two arrows shot out.
The next second.
The two running orcs immediately fell to the ground one after another and became motionless.
Then look in the direction of the remaining orc's escape.
Morgan reached out and quickly pulled out an arrow from the quiver on his back.
Looking at the orcs who were about to disappear in the dark forest in the distance, he opened his bow and aimed an arrow at the orcs in the distance ahead, then raised the angle slightly, and then released the bowstring.
"Whoosh..."
The arrows roared out quickly with a sound of breaking through the air.
Soon, a shrill scream resounded through the forest.
Back to the campfire again.
The sausages are still warm in the grill pan.
The soup in the pot is equally delicious and piping hot.
Morgan scooped up the steaming mushroom soup, put it to his mouth and drank it all in one go.
Then he took a long breath.
I just feel that all the fatigue of this day has melted away in this bowl of hot soup.
these past few years.
The activities of the orcs are getting wider and wider, and they are becoming more and more rampant.
The last time he climbed over this misty mountain range was four years ago.
That year, at the invitation of the Elf Lord Eldron.
Morgan stayed in Rivendell for a month.
At that time, I climbed back and forth through the misty mountain pass and saw no trace of the orcs.
I didn’t expect that only four or five years had passed.
The orcs became active again.
However, recalling the plot in my memory, Modo had already started planning a war at this time, and the activity of the orcs did not seem strange.
It was getting darker.
Cool breeze, forest edge.
Morgan sat in front of the campfire and enjoyed his dinner quietly.
Under the big tree next to him, a tall white horse was wagging its tail and chewing grass leisurely with its head down.
In the forest a little further away.
The corpses of the three escaped orcs had been eaten clean.
The two orc corpses closer to the fire were still intact.
He seemed to sense the powerful aura on Morgan's body.
Even though there were many creatures in the surrounding forest targeting the two orc corpses.
But no one dared to come forward.
Morgan didn't care about the pair of green and red eyes deep in the surroundings, illuminated by the firelight.
Finished dinner.
After Morgan finished cleaning up and stoked the bonfire, he wrapped himself in a blanket and leaned against the big tree nearby, ready to rest.
But not before taking a break.
Thoughts moved slightly.
"Swipe, swipe, swipe..."
Lines of virtual data flashing with pale white light began to appear in front of the eyes.
[Time Traveler: Morgan]
[Race: Human]
[Biological Level: Level 2]
[Soul Power: 2]
[Attributes: Strength LV6; Constitution LV6+; Agility LV6; Spirit LV5]
[Ability: Universal Language; Muay Thai LV2; White Crow Swordsmanship (Proficient) LV4; Archery (Proficient) LV4; Rock Body (Special Skill); Dragon Power (Special Skill); Charge (Special Skill); Mental Shock (Special Skill) Skill); Eagle Eye (Special Skill); Flash (Special Skill)]
[Talent: Intimacy (Special Skill)]
[Current world exploration progress: 9.99%]
【......】
"Huh..."
After seeing the data behind the soul power column, Morgan couldn't help but said in surprise: "There is actually a little more soul power."
"It seems that I have finally accumulated enough..."
Morgan suddenly felt a little surprised.
It's pitiful to say.
After the Battle of the Five Armies of Gushan.
As Morgan's strength continues to increase, soul power, which was already much more difficult to obtain, becomes increasingly difficult to earn.
For nearly sixty years.
Including what is currently on the panel, he has only gained four points of soul power in total.
But there is nothing we can do about it.
There are no large-scale battles, just relying on the gains from traveling far away from time to time.
Morgan did his best.
As for going further, traveling, exploring and fighting monsters.
Morgan gave up after thinking it over carefully.
How difficult it is to obtain soul power with his current strength.
If he used half-orcs as an example, he estimated that he would have to kill at least one or two hundred half-orcs now to earn some soul power.
What is this concept?
With the defeat of the Five Armies Battle in Gushan.
The orcs had shrunk.
Where would Morgan travel to find such a large number of orcs or monsters for him to slay.
Of course, Morgan did know that there were enough monsters in some places.
For example, the underground Goblin monster kingdom that the expedition team visited, or the orc lair Modo in the south of Middle-earth.
However, Morgan is far from mature enough to be able to deal with an entire army on his own.
Once he is surrounded by a large army, he will have only one end, and that is death.
Therefore, Morgan, who carefully weighed the pros and cons, had no intention of traveling far.
What's more, with the wealth he had previously shared in the expedition, there was no need for him to take on so-called missions just for money.
Plus having Tauriel by his side.
When you are bored, go to the dwarf kingdom of Erebor and Riverdale Town in the Lonely Mountain, or go further to Rivendell and the Shire to meet good friends for a drink.
Morgan has lived a leisurely and contented life these past few years.
In addition, later he and Tariel had two children, Yvonne and Ulysses.
He is happier.
...
His eyes returned to the virtual data panel in front of him.
Morgan continued to look down.
Soon, look at the "9.99%" exploration progress behind the world exploration progress column.
Morgan couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart.
Compared to soul power.
Since the Battle of the Five Armies of Gushan, the progress of world exploration has been even slower, and now it has almost come to a standstill.
You must know that two years ago, the exploration progress was slowly reduced to "9.99%."
Then I couldn't move anymore.
Until now, it is still 9.99%.
Not moving at all for two years.
This allowed Morgan to think more about and understand the progress of the system's exploration.
In his opinion, this should be stuck at a certain node.
A more important character needs to appear, or a more important plot needs to appear.
Only with Morgan's participation can the exploration progress exceed the 9.99% node.
This also convinced him that as long as it can break through 9.99%.
It should be very possible to achieve new achievements.
Just like when the exploration progress reached 1% for the first time.
That time, he obtained a dimensional space ring.
What can he gain next time.
Morgan is looking forward to it.
The night grew darker.
The bonfire burned quietly.
After dispersing the virtual panel, Morgan leaned against the big tree behind him and fell asleep half asleep with his eyes closed.
Nothing happened all night.
When Morgan woke up the next day, he found that the two orc corpses not far away still looked the same as when they died last night.
Obviously, no one from the group of creatures last night had the courage to come forward.
After washing up and having a simple breakfast, Morgan continued on his way.
...
Two months later.
Morgan finally stepped on the tail of late summer and arrived at the Shire border.
at the same time.
Within the Shire.
On the Liquor Bridge.
A tall figure wearing a gray robe and a gray pointed hat was driving a single carriage leisurely on the wide bridge.
This is naturally Gandalf.
Like Morgan, he went to Hobbiton to attend Bilbo's one hundred and eleventh birthday celebration at Bilbo's invitation.
South of the Shire border.
In a dense towering forest.
Nine tall black knights, fully armed and covered in black robes, were riding on nine tall horses with black bodies and red eyes, galloping towards the Shire.
