Start with the Lord of the Rings

Midsummer night.

The sky is starry.

At the foot of the Misty Mountains, on the edge of a forest, the fire was flickering.

"Clap clap. clap."

The dry wood exploded in the fire.

Above the campfire, the aroma of the cooking pot overflows.

Morgan got up and stirred the pot with a spoon.

Sitting back in place, he stretched out his hand and took several sausages that had been skewered on the side and started roasting them on the bonfire.

It has been over a month since I left Mirkwood.

The weather has also moved from warm spring to hot summer.

over the years.

Morgan didn't really like traveling in summer.

The reason is naturally because it is too hot.

But the charr is too far from the woodland kingdom.

Bilbo's birthday celebration is just in early fall again.

Unless he advances the time too much, he will not be able to escape the summer if he wants to go to the Shire.

Morgan lived in Middle-earth for so many years, the farthest he went and the longest he stayed was the Shire.

That is because of the relationship with Bilbo.

Also because of the beautiful scenery of the Shire.

Rivendell has also been there a few times.

Then there are the Erebor dwarven kingdoms of Lonely Mountain and the town of Riverdale the most.

Because of the distance.

Speaking of which, it has been these years since the end of the Battle of the Five Armies in Gushan.

Morgan was quite active for the first few years, going out to drink with friends every once in a while.

But as time goes by.

Morgan's mind gradually calmed down, and he was reluctant to move around easily.

even so.

Morgan also went out much more often than the elves of the Woodland Kingdom.

Especially the Elf King Thranduil.

After Morgan settled in Mirkwood, he left the kingdom only a handful of times.

Of course, for immortal elves, decades are just a very short period of time in their lives.

Over the years, they have also been accustomed to the "house" life.

Time passed slowly.

"Grumbling."

The thick soup in the boiling pot finally boiled and rolled, and the fragrance was scattered.

The sausage in Morgan's hands also exudes a unique aroma of grilled sausages.

Soon, he had a bottle of spice in one hand.

Expensive spices are sprinkled on the sausage, and the aroma is more intense.

Putting away the spice bottle, Morgan picked up the roast and brought it to his mouth and was about to bite down.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of rapid footsteps in the depths of the forest.

The footsteps were very light and fast, followed by a low roar and a strange cry.

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 put the sausage in his hand on the grill beside him.

Morgan got up immediately, and took out the longbow arrow from his back with one hand very skillfully.

At the moment of turning around, the longbow has been drawn into a full moon, and three arrows are poised on the bowstring and ready to go.

Then, Morgan saw what was coming: it was five orc scouts in armor riding on ferocious gray-black worgs.

Such a small Orc Scout Warg team, including today's team, is the third team Morgan has encountered in the past few days.

The moment he saw the target, Morgan immediately plucked the bowstring.

"whoosh whoosh"

The three arrows blazed towards the five Orc Warg scouts charged with screaming in excitement.

"boom"

"boom"

"boom"

There are no surprises.

The three arrows hit the heads or eyes of the three fastest wargs, respectively.

The three wargs that were shot fell to the ground immediately.

The three orcs on their backs were also overturned immediately.

The remaining two orcs rode on the warg and charged towards Morgan with no fear.

next second.

Two arrows appeared out of thin air in Morgan's hands in an instant.

Zhang bow and arrow, the speed of Morgan Zhang bow was extremely fast, and two arrows were shot out in an instant.

"Bang bang."

There was no suspense, and the remaining two wolves fell to the ground with arrows in their heads again.

The two orcs were thrown off the wolf's back and fell to the ground.

At this time, the three half-beasts that had just been dropped by the Warg had already climbed up, waving their weapons and charging towards Morgan with a monstrous cry.

Saw the orcs rushing in.

Morgan grinned, revealing his cold white teeth.

Immediately, he threw his longbow aside, raised his hand and pulled out the elf sword from his waist.

Forged by the High Elves in the First Era, this sword "Granre" is famous as the sword of King Gondolin.

In the hands of Morgan, he has made great achievements.

To this day, even after accompanying Morgan through countless battles, this sword still gleams as cold as new.

At this time, facing these half-orcs.

The blade of Granary, which was specially forged to deal with orcs, exuded a faint blue light as always.

The two closest half-orcs had already turned over and stood up, watching the humans who threw down their longbows getting more and more angry and rushing towards them.

"Kill him!"

"Kill human chops!"

Look at the orc who is screaming and rushing.

Morgan stepped forward and immediately activated a special skill in his heart: "Quick Flash!"

The moment the skill was activated, Morgan disappeared in place.

No, it's not really disappearing!

It's just that his speed is so fast that ordinary people can't see it with the naked eye at all.

next second.

The figure of Morgan holding a long sword appeared behind the two orcs who rushed forward quickly.

Immediately after.

"Bang bang."

Two muffled sounds came.

The two orcs behind him immediately fell to the ground.

The two ugly and ferocious heads also fell and rolled away as the corpse fell to the ground.

Watching this terrifying scene, the remaining three orcs suddenly widened their eyes and stopped.

Just a face-to-face, all five Warwolves on my side died, plus the strange deaths of two partners.

The three half-orcs, whose blood was surging with rage just now, couldn't feel it.

At this time, he was awakened, and immediately noticed the powerful and terrifying human strength in front of him.

Morgan continued forward with his sword in hand.

Three Orcs Look at me, I look at you.

Not only did no one dare to step forward, but instead began to step back.

"run!"

One of the frightened orcs immediately shouted.

The three orcs immediately turned and ran back.

Two run wildly in the same direction, while the other is more intelligent and runs away in the other direction.

"Run where can you run!"

Looking at the three fleeing orcs, Morgan grinned and shoved the elf long sword back into the scabbard at his waist.

next second.

A brand new longbow and two arrows appeared out of thin air.

With the bow and arrow, Morgan didn't have to aim and shoot at the two orcs in the distance.

"Whizzing."

Two arrows shot out.

next second.

The two orcs who were running wildly immediately fell to the ground one after another, motionless.

Then look in the direction of escape of the remaining half-orc.

Morgan reached out and quickly drew an arrow from the quiver on his back.

Looking at the orcs who were about to disappear into the dark forest in the distance, he opened his bow and arrow to aim at the orcs in the distance, raised it slightly, and then let go of the bowstring.

"whoosh"

Arrows roared out quickly with a piercing sound.

Soon, a shrill scream resounded through the forest.

Back to the campfire again.

The sausages in the pan are still warm.

The thick soup in the cooking pot is equally fragrant and piping hot.

Morgan scooped up the steaming mushroom soup the night before, and slurped it down to his lips.

Then he let out a long breath.

I just feel that all the fatigue of the day has melted away in this bowl of hot soup.

Over the years.

The range of activities of the Orcs is getting wider and wider and more rampant.

The last time he climbed this misty mountain was four years ago.

That year, at the invitation of the Eldron elf lord.

Morgan stayed at Rivendell for a month.

Back and forth across this Misty Mountains pass, there was no sign of the Orcs moving.

Unexpectedly, only four or five years have passed.

The orcs became active again.

However, remembering the plot in memory, Modo had already begun to plan a war at this time, and it seems that the activity of the orcs is not surprising.

It was getting darker.

Cool breeze, edge of forest.

Morgan sat quietly in front of the bonfire enjoying dinner.

Under the big tree next to him, a tall white horse was waving its tail and bowing its head leisurely chewing on the grass.

A little farther in the forest.

The corpses of the three fleeing orcs had been devoured.

The two orc corpses that were closer to the fire were still intact.

He seemed to sense the powerful aura on Morgan.

Even if the surrounding forests aimed at these two orc corpses, there were quite a few creatures.

But no one dared to come forward.

Morgan didn't care about the pair of eyes that were green and red under the firelight in the depths around him.

After dinner.

After Morgan finished packing up and made the bonfire more vigorous, he wrapped himself in a blanket and leaned against the big tree beside him, ready to rest.

But before taking a break.

Mind moving.

"Brush brush"

One after another virtual data flickering with pale white light began to appear in front of him.

【Time Traveler: Morgan】

【Race: Human】

[Biological Level: Second-Order]

【Soul Power: 2】

[Attributes: Strength LV6; Constitution LV6+; Agility LV6; Spirit LV5]

[Ability: Common Language; Muay Thai LV2; White Crow Swordsmanship (Proficient) LV4; Archery (Proficient) LV4; Rock Body (Special Technique); Dragon Power (Special Technique); Charge (Special Technique); Spiritual Shock (Special Technique) Skill); Eagle Eye (Special Skill); Quick Flash (Special Skill)]

[Talent: Intimacy (Special Skill)]

[Current world exploration progress: 9.99%]

【.】

"what"

Seeing the data behind the soul power column, Morgan couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "There is a little more soul power."

"Looks like it's finally enough"

Morgan suddenly felt a little surprise in his heart.

Poor to say.

After the Battle of the Five Armies in Gushan.

With the continuous improvement of Morgan's strength, the original difficulty of obtaining soul power has been greatly improved, and it is more and more difficult to earn.

It's been nearly sixty years.

In addition to what was on the panel now, he only gained four points of soul power in total.

But this is also impossible.

There is no large-scale battle, relying on the harvest from time to time on the way.

Morgan has done his best.

As for going farther, to travel, to explore and fight monsters.

Morgan gave up after giving it some serious thought.

The difficulty of obtaining soul power with his current strength.

If he used orcs as an example, he estimated that he would have to kill at least one or two hundred orcs before he could earn a little soul power.

What is this concept?

With the defeat of the Battle of the Five Armies in Lonely Mountain.

The orcs had already shrunk.

Where did Morgan travel to find so many orcs or monsters to kill.

Of course, Morgan does know that there are enough monsters in some places.

For example, the underground goblin monster kingdom that the expedition team visited, or the half-orc lair Modo in the south of Middle-earth.

However, Morgan is far from mature enough to take on an entire army on his own.

Once besieged by the big legion, it is him, and there is only one end, and that is death.

Therefore, Morgan, who has carefully weighed the gains and losses, has no intention of traveling far.

What's more, with the wealth he shared in the expedition before, there is no need for him to take up the so-called tasks for money.

Plus the company of Tariel.

When you're bored, head to the dwarven kingdom of Erebor in the Lonely Mountain and Riverdale, or further afield in Rivendell and the Shire to find good friends for a drink.

Morgan has lived a very leisurely and contented life all these years.

In addition, after 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, I looked at the exploration progress of "9.99%" behind the world exploration progress column.

Morgan sighed inwardly.

than soul power.

Since the Battle of the Five Armies in Gushan, the progress of world exploration has been slower, and now it has almost stagnated.

You must know that the exploration progress was slowly ground to "9.99%" two years ago.

Then it couldn't move anymore.

Until now, it's still 9.99%.

Nothing for two years.

Let Morgan have more thinking and understanding of the exploration progress of the system.

In his opinion, this should be stuck at a certain node.

More important characters need to appear, or more important plots appear.

With Morgan's participation, it is possible for the exploration progress to break through the 9.99% node.

This also convinced him that as long as he could break through 9.99%.

There should be a high probability that new achievements will be achieved.

Just like when the exploration progress reached 1% for the first time.

That time, he obtained a dimensional space ring.

Next time, what can he get.

Morgan is looking forward to it.

The night was darker.

The bonfire was burning quietly.

Morgan, who had dispersed the virtual panel, leaned against the tree behind him and closed his eyes and slept half-awake.

All night.

Morgan woke up the next day and found that the two orc corpses not far away were still the same as when they died last night.

Obviously, none of the creatures from last night dared to come forward.

After washing up, Morgan, who simply finished his breakfast, continued on his way.

two months later.

Morgan finally stepped on the tail of the end of summer and reached the Shire border.

at the same time.

in 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 of course Gandalf.

Like Morgan, at Bilbo's invitation, he went to Hobbiton for Bilbo's 111th birthday celebration.

South of the Shire border.

In a dense towering jungle.

Nine tall black knights in black robes, fully armed and shrouded in body, were riding on nine tall horses with dark bodies and red eyes, galloping in the direction of Ciel.

Thank you "Dream vl Hongchen, Senior Diving for 30 Years" for the reward of 5,000, and thank you to "Mo Xue Yiyun, book friend 16123321, maybe, I'm very good" for the reward, thank you very much~~