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Chapter 17 Great Harvest 【Please recommend】

The cooperation between Morgan and Gandalf can be described as a strong alliance.

Under the cover of Gandalf, Morgan, who has mastered LV2 archery, is definitely the coldest and fiercest killer in this battle.

Every arrow he shoots represents the soul of an orc going to hell.

Coupled with the output of the dwarves, more than half of the orc scouting team of more than 20 people and more than 20 ferocious Gundaba wargs were killed in less than half an hour.

Seeing this, the remaining half-orcs didn't dare to go any further, and hurriedly fled out of the pitch-black camp.

If it's just a dwarf holding a dagger, a battle ax and a hammer, maybe they really can't do anything about these half-orcs who are frantically fleeing outwards.

But in the presence of high-level archers, it is not so easy for these half-orcs to escape.

Seeing the remaining four or five half-orcs hastily escaped from the camp and fled into the dark night.

Morgan strode onto a boulder and yelled, "Gandalf!"

Gandalf immediately understood and held up his staff.

In the next second, the staff erupted with a burst of intense and dazzling white light, illuminating the night sky.

Morgan quickly reached out to touch the quiver on his back, and this time, he drew three long arrows.

The unprecedented three arrows!

The light emanating from the staff flickered away.

But for Morgan, it was enough to see the fleeing orc clearly for a moment.

Three arrows hit the bowstring, and Morgan drew the full moon this time.

"whoosh whoosh"

Three arrows shot into the pitch-black night in an instant.

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 one of these orcs killed is likely to have soul power, and it is a pity that they were run away.

Of course, others must not understand what Morgan really meant.

"Morgan, it's nothing, you've done really well today."

Sure enough, thinking that Morgan was blaming himself, a dwarf immediately answered.

"Yes, Morgan just saved me once."

The dwarf Groin also spoke in a muffled voice.

As soon as he lost his mind for a moment, he was almost hacked by the half-orc who rushed up. Fortunately, Morgan shot the half-orc to death in time.

Although it is embarrassing to be rescued in such a small battlefield, it is a fact that Morgan saved himself.

Groyin had a strong self-esteem, but he never bothered to lie about this kind of thing.

Seeing that Morgan blamed himself, he immediately spoke up for Morgan.

"A bow can shoot three arrows at a time. I've only heard of elves' sharpshooters being able to do this kind of archery."

"Morgan's current bow and archery skills are excellent."

The white-bearded dwarf Bahrain also said with a smile, but he didn't finish speaking.

"Ow."

Suddenly, a deep and terrifying howl came from outside the wilderness immediately.

Everyone's expressions changed, and Gandalf immediately said, "The orcs are calling for reinforcements, we should go!"

Thorin Oakenshield's complexion immediately sank. He and the orcs were feuds, and he also knew what the voice represented, especially since there was a fight just now: "Go, go!"

"Kili Fili to lead the horse"

"Bomber clears the dishes, and the others clear their things."

"fast"

Gandalf and Thorin Oakenshield spoke at the same time, and the group immediately knew the seriousness of the matter.

Pack it up quickly.

Soon, a group of people led the horses and ran wildly in the dark wilderness.

Traveling in the wilderness at night is obviously a dangerous business.

Fortunately, the expedition team has a large number of people.

"Quick, follow up"

"Damn, come back, you went the wrong way"

"This way."

"It's so dark I can't see clearly"

Time passed slowly, and at some point the crescent moon emerged from the clouds again.

The hazy moonlight shines on the earth.

Among the rolling hills.

A group of people are running wildly.

"How long have we been running?"

"do not know"

"Are the orcs still following?"

"do not know"

"I probably didn't keep up, it seems like I didn't hear anything."

"Keep running, can't stop, those Gundaba wargs have strong noses"

"Here, follow up quickly."

This group of people leading the horses and fleeing in embarrassment is naturally Morgan's Lonely Mountain Expedition Team.

Not long ago, he escaped from the sneak attack of the orc scouts, and he didn't dare to stop at this moment.

Time passed slowly.

When the eastern sky began to glow with a ray of white clouds.

The members of the expedition team who ran wildly for most of the night finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Hoohoo."

"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"

Watching the panting, chirping dwarves.

Thorin Oakenshield looked up 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 on his own.

The group of dwarves breathed a sigh of relief immediately after getting the consent of the dwarf prince.

Just lie down and rest on the spot.

But Thorin Oak Shield shook his head again and said, "It's not good here, it's too open and not safe enough."

Gandalf, who had just pulled out the tobacco rod, paused, looked up and looked around, pointed to the forest in the distance and said, "Go there, it will be much better to be covered by trees."

Thorin Oakenshield looked over and quickly nodded, "Go there."

After half an hour.

The expedition team arrived at a woodland halfway up the mountain.

Thorin Oakenshield soon saw a wooden house that had been abandoned for a long time, and there was a relatively flat open space around it.

"Just here."

"Kili Fili to Feed the Horses"

"Bombur Bovor lights a fire."

Thorin Oakenshield gave an order, and the team had a clear division of labor.

Soon, the group was busy again.

It didn't take long for a pile of exuberant fires to burn blazingly.

Because there were only three of the four piebald deer that Morgan and Kili had caught yesterday evening.

Just after a fight, they ran wildly in the middle of the night.

Balin, the white-bearded dwarf who manages the food logistics, decided to reward everyone.

So, with a wave of his little hand, the three piebald deer that were killed yesterday were put on the grill one by one.

After a busy day, everyone began to sit around the fire, bandaging and chatting.

As the MVP of this battle, Morgan is naturally the focus of everyone's chat.

But Morgan didn't feel like chatting right now.

He waved his hand, and sat on a boulder not far from the fire, closed his eyes and meditated.

Before he closed his eyes, Morgan thought about it.

Brush brush.
A series of virtual data immediately jumped and flashed in front of his eyes.

【Time Traveler: Morgan】

【Race: Human】

[Biology Level: Tier [-]]

【Soul Power: 6】

[Attributes: strength +; constitution +; agility +; spirit +]

[Ability: Common Language; Muay Thai LV2; White Crow Sword LV1; Bow and Archery LV2]

[Talent: Intimacy (Special Skill)]

[Current world exploration progress: 0.35%]

【.】

One after another data kept appearing.

Morgan's eyes were fixed on the column of soul power.

When he saw the number behind the soul power, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He actually has a full six points of soul power!

It was a bumper harvest, a real bumper harvest.

(End of this chapter)