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evening.

　　 Temporary rest camp: on a mountain and wild land full of rocks.

　　The members of the expedition team are busy.

　　 Today, Morgan and Kellett caught four piebald deer, an absolute bumper harvest.

　　 The piebald deer is not too small.

　　 A piebald deer, coupled with sloppy dried vegetables and wild vegetables picked around temporarily, can make the members of the entire expedition team a good meal.

　　Of course, this is the method of cooking.

　　 If it is eaten grilled, then two piebald deer are enough.

　　 has been in the wild for a month, and now everyone in the team has a big stomach.

　　 "Papa Papa..."

　　 The fire crackled on the simple stove made of a few stones.

　　 Above the fire, the big saucepan on the tripod was constantly boiling and rolling.

　　White meat soup, red dried carrots, green wild vegetables, purple wild onions...

　　 This pot of piebald deer meat soup pot is full of looks, and the fragrance is also full of allure.

　　 drove through the deserted mountains and ridges for a whole day.

　　 This time is definitely the time when all team members look forward to the most relaxation.

　　 Of course, this is physical relaxation.

　　 In fact, as the expedition team left the Shire farther, the journey began to reach Dongfang Avenue.

　　 The journey has become far more dangerous than before.

　　 Because they have stepped into one of the world's most evil monsters: the "half orcs" haunt the area.

　　 At this time, on a boulder not far from the temporary camp.

　　 Morgan is lying on it, blowing the cool breeze of early autumn.

　　【Time Traveler: Morgan】

　　[Race: Human]

　　[Biological level: Tier 1]

　　【Soul Power:0】

　　[Attribute: Strength+; Constitution+; Agility+; Spirit+]

　　 [Ability: Common Language; Muay Thai LV2; White Crow Swordsmanship LV1; Archery LV2]

　　[Talent: Intimacy (Special Skill)]

　　【Current world exploration progress: 0.31%】

　　【......】

　　 "It's been a whole month..."

　　 "Not only did he not get any soul power, he was still a dead egg."

　　 "Even the progress of world exploration is growing very slowly."

　　 "It was 0.3% before departure, and now it is 0.31%. Only one month's journey has increased by a full 0.01%."

　　 "This is still with the protagonist's army. If you are the only one, I am afraid that you will not even have 0.01% progress..."

　　 Opened his eyes and looked at the data in front of him, Morgan was a little helpless.

　　 In the past month, because of his outstanding archery skills, he has almost taken the hunting in the team.

　　 is to hone bow and arrow skills, and more to gain soul power by killing prey.

　　 It's only a pity, except after the fierce bear that Gandalf killed a month ago gained a bit of spirit power.

　　 Morgan hasn’t gained any more so far.

　　 Even if he hunted a large number of wild boars, wild goats, spotted deer, and even a fierce leopard.

　　Randomly, there is no trace of the second soul power.

　　 Had it not been for the 0.01% progress in exploring the world, he would have thought that the system was stuck.

　　 Of course, this month, although there has been little gain in the time system.

　　 But in terms of strength, especially in archery, Morgan has made rapid progress.

　　In other respects, because of his own strength, there are also reasons to teach the dwarves magic power.

　　 Morgan's status in the expedition team has improved a lot.

　　 Now if the members of the expedition squad are placed in a short order, it should be like this: Thorin. Oak Shield ≥ Gandalf> Bahrain = Morgan = Dewarin> Other Dwarves> Bilbo.

　　 In general, except for the system gains little.

　　 A lot of gains in other aspects.

　　 I thought about my body system because I was fine every day.

　　 Morgan now has some new understanding of "soul power".

　　 But these understandings will not be known until after the experiment.

　　 "It seems that you can't get spirit power by killing ordinary creatures. Now let's see if the orcs can surprise themselves."

　　 Morgan waved away the data in front of him, looking at the dim sky and thought to himself.

　　 "Morgan..."

　　 At this time, shouts came not far away.

　　 Morgan turned his head, it turned out that dinner was already ready.

　　 Morgan turned over and jumped off the three-meter-high boulder and walked towards the camp.

　　 came to the fire and took the full bowl of fresh venison soup from the dwarf "student" Kili.

　　 Morgan sat down and heard Groyin the dwarf shouting with a bowl of steaming broth: "Come on, to thank Morgan and Kellett for bringing us a meal, let's have a drink!"

　　 "Hey, this is not wine, you are not drinking too much..."

　　 "Haha, poor Groin..."

　　 "Although this is not wine, you can treat it as wine. You may taste the taste of wine..."

　　 "Come on, let's toast..."

　　 "What a good idea, maybe you two can still get drunk..."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

　　 The dwarves laughed and laughed, habitually bickering each other.

　　 amused everyone.

　　 A field trip for more than a month.

　　Because they are all barren mountains and ridges, there are no villages or small towns in the middle.

　　 The drinks that the dwarves brought at the beginning have been used up a long time ago.

　　 Now there are only some dried vegetables, potato flour, and dried meat that are easy to carry and preserve.

　　 As for drinks, just think about it.

　　 After dinner, the night was completely dimmed.

　　 is blowing the cool wind of early autumn.

　　 Morgan and Gandalf were sitting side by side under a boulder, smoking a cigarette.

　　 To be precise, Morgan was smoking, using Gandalf's pipe.

　　 "Huh..."

　　 lit a small smoke hole filled with shredded tobacco, and took a strong breath.

　　 唧...

　　 Feeling the pungent smoke entering his lungs, Morgan felt inexplicably, the whole person relaxed a lot. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

　　 As a black boxer in his previous life, Morgan did not smoke and rarely even drank alcohol.

　　 But in this world, in a boring adventure.

　　 In the days when there are no women, no alcohol, no fighting, only smoking can make him less boring.

　　 "Not bad, smoke is a good thing..."

　　 "Unexpectedly, your kid wouldn't smoke before..."

　　 Ignoring Gandalf's muttering, looking at Bilbo who came by, Morgan held a cigarette stick and motioned: "Would you like to take a bite?"

　　 "No thanks, I have..."

　　 Bilbo refused with a smile, took out his pipe and shook it, and sat beside Gandalf.

　　 "I was right..."

　　 Gandalf continued to speak, Morgan pumped out the remaining shredded tobacco with one bite, knocked out the cigarette shit, and handed it to Gandalf, disgusted: "Okay, you can shut up."

"Ha ha..."

　　 Gandalf laughed, and immediately took the pipe and filled it with shredded tobacco.

　　 The night is getting darker.

　　 The crescent moon on the horizon hides in the clouds at some point.

　　In the temporary camp, only the bonfire is still burning.

　　 In front of the fire, apart from the night watch dwarf Bofer dozing off like a peck of rice, the other dwarves have already fallen asleep in their sleep.

　　 The surroundings are all quiet, as if the whole world has fallen asleep.

　　 Holding the cross sword, leaning on the boulder and falling asleep, Morgan suddenly felt an extremely dangerous heart palpitations.

　　 He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw: a group of dozens of ugly orcs in armor and ugly figures were sneaking into the temporary camp with weapons in their hands.

　　 Morgan looked terrified, grabbed the longbow beside him, and shouted sharply: "Enemy attack!"