Start with the Lord of the Rings

"Hoohoo."

Near the exit of the dark river not far away, the wind and snow whistled.

Beside the dark river, in the corner of the edge of the dry sand.

The bonfire is exuberant.

Morgan leaned against the stone wall behind him, wrapped in a blanket.

Not far from the fire, a corpse in a gray robe was lying there, also covered with a blanket.

The corpse was, of course, Gandalf's.

Whether or not Gandalf could be reborn as a white wizard.

Morgan couldn't watch the dead body of his old friend freeze.

He had already planned to save it for a few days, and if he really couldn't come back, he would bury it.

In any case, Gandalf must not be allowed to storm the Wilderness.

"Crack. Crack."

The bonfire was burning quietly.

Before Morgan, the pale white virtual data kept jumping.

Six points of soul power, two points for killing the octopus-like water monster of Simon Moria, four points for killing Balrog together with Gandalf.

It has been a long time since I got so much soul power at one time.

This time it was really a bumper crop.

"Two opportunities to strengthen, strengthen what?"

Looking at the data in front of him, Morgan's thoughts flowed, and he followed the flickering virtual data all the way down.

Soon see the world exploration progress bar to 12.13%.

When the Fellowship of the Ring expedition was formed and left Rivendell, the exploration progress exceeded ten percent.

Sure enough, once that limit was breached, the exploration progress resumed its normal growth.

The achievement reward for the exploration progress, whether it is the dimensional ring or the special skill "Any Door", is an excellent thing.

It's just that the first achievement reward is that the exploration progress reaches 1%.

The second time was ten percent.

Just don't know how much it will take to get the next reward?

What time is it?

Didn't think much about it.

His eyes returned to the soul power column again, and the four major attribute columns and ability columns came up.

Morgan pondered while looking at the data that represented his abilities in front of him.

In the ability column, except for the special skills that cannot be strengthened, the Muay Thai boxing that came with the previous life has no strengthening value.

The white crow swordsmanship and archery that can be used to improve and strengthen are enough for the time being.

In contrast, Morgan believes that there are four major attributes that urgently need to be improved.

In particular, it is resistant to resistance and manufacturing, and accelerates the recovery of physical attributes.

Through the battle with the water monster at Simon of Moria not long ago, and the battle with such a powerful monster as Balrog this time.

It made him deeply feel the importance of having a strong physique.

In fact, not only physique, strength, agility, and spirit are also extremely important attributes.

But now there are only two opportunities for strengthening.

Morgan needs to consider the various situations he may face next, and make targeted improvements to maximize his strength.

First of all, the Fellowship of the Ring, without Gandalf and himself, should go to Lothlorien as in the memory plot.

Think of Lothlorien.

Morgan immediately remembered the incomparably powerful, incomparably beautiful, and incomparably noble Noldor princess: "Galandriel".

From consciousness came into this world.

He just wanted to see that legendary and powerful female elf with his own eyes.

over the past sixty years.

Morgan's trips to Rivendell were fairly diligent.

There was a desire to meet Galadriel in it.

But until now, he has not been able to do so.

Right now, when the expedition is about to arrive at Lothlorien, there is a real chance to meet the legendary female elf.

As a result, he came here by accident.

But if he didn't show up here and went with the expedition to Lothlorien.

Certainly, he will not be able to get the four points of soul power to kill the flame demon.

Compared with the four points of soul power and seeing Galadriel with his own eyes, it is self-evident which is more important.

Step over Galadriel.

The expedition seemed to fall apart shortly after it left Lothlorien.

Because of Boromir's obsession with taking the Lord of the Rings to Gondor, the Fellowship of the Ring expedition really fell apart.

Boromir died.

Sam and Frodo go to Mordo alone.

Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli went to Rohan to rescue Merry and Pippin, the two hobbits, who had been captured by the Orcs.

As a result, he participated in the War of Rohan, until the later, even bigger battle in Minas Tirith, the white city of Gondor.

He quickly recalled the future plot in his memory.

Morgan thought to himself that he still didn't know where he was.

And without Gandalf to lead the way, he could not find Lothlorien, and even if he went out, he would most likely not be able to catch up with the expedition.

But even if you can't catch up with the expedition, it is still necessary to go to the kingdom of Rohan.

Whether it is to find Aragorn Legolas, or to participate in the war of the kingdom of Rohan.

This all affects the growth of the exploration progress of the system, as well as the acquisition of soul power.

With his current strength, it is only possible to increase his soul power by acquiring a large number of heads in a large-scale war.

After all, powerful monsters like the big water monster and the ancient flame demon in the "Dark Brook Valley" river at Simon's Gate in Moria.

It is also very rare throughout Middle-earth.

It is impossible to kill the second one.

Confused thoughts.

Morgan looked at the data column in front of him, and his mind moved slightly behind the physical attribute.

[This strengthening consumes 3 soul power, is it strengthened? 】

"strengthen!"

"Physical LV7"

Feel the familiar warm current being injected into the body out of thin air.

Feel the exhaustion all over the body disappear.

Morgan eagerly looked at the attribute panel in front of him: Strength LV7; Constitution LV7; Agility LV6; Spirit LV5.

There are still three points of soul power, which can be strengthened once.

"What's going on this time?"

His eyes wandered on the four attributes that represented his physical strength.

Morgan pondered it carefully and focused on spiritual attributes.

He didn't want to be his shortcoming because of his spirit.

[This strengthening consumes 3 soul power, is it strengthened? 】

"strengthen!"

"Spirit LV6"

Pale white light flickers.

Looking at the soul power bar, it returned to zero in just a few minutes.

Morgan couldn't help but feel a little empty in his heart.

Earning that little soul power is exhausting and desperate.

It takes only a few thoughtful moments, and then it's all used up.

How similar is this to some situations.

However, I felt the obvious change in the state of my body, and I felt that I became stronger with the naked eye.

Morgan felt extremely fulfilled and satisfied again.

At this point, his virtual data panel has been renewed again.

【Time Traveler: Morgan】

【Race: Human】

[Biological Level: Second-Order]

【Soul Power: 0】

[Attributes: Strength LV7; Constitution LV7; Agility LV6; Spirit LV6]

[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); Any Door (Special Skill)]

[Talent: Intimacy (Special Skill)]

[Current world exploration progress: 12.13%]

【.】

"call"

He took a long breath and dispersed the virtual data panel in front of him.

Morgan immediately felt that the bonfire in front of him was much smaller.

In such cold weather, there is no fire.

Morgan got up to pick up some firewood.

Only then did I realize that the surroundings of the dark river were already dim, except for the light at the entrance of the Ice and Snow World not far away.

The whole long dark river was dark, much darker than when he and Gandalf chased the Balrog together.

"Is it night outside?"

Morgan thought to himself, and then strode forward into the darkness.

Rothlorien, the Golden Forest.

Inside the main city of Karasgaraden.

Around the naturally formed large and small caves under the giant mullon tree.

The members of the expedition headed by Aragorn rested here after a brief dinner.

A compact pendant lamp with a delicate shape radiates a soft glow.

In the expedition, some people have fallen asleep, such as the dwarf Gimli.

But others won't be able to sleep at all for a while.

The deaths of Gandalf and Morgan dealt a great blow to the expedition.

at this time.

A bleak music sounded suddenly over the entire Calas Galaton.

Legolas, who was sitting on the thick tree root, suddenly said, "They are mourning for Gandalf and Morgan."

Hearing Legolas' words, everyone around couldn't help but look at him.

Merry the Hobbit slowed down as he tidied up the quilt and looked at Legolas: "Then what did they say?"

Legolas shook his head softly: "That's too sad, I don't want to repeat it."

Legolas stopped talking after speaking, just quietly looked at the beautiful night sky of Karas Galaton with sad eyes.

He hasn't figured out how to tell his sister Tariel the next time he's back in Mirkwood, and tell his two lovable nieces and nephews the bad news of Morgan.

That was cruel.

Aragorn wiped the longsword in his hand over and over again.

Frodo huddled alone in a dark corner out of the light of the light.

Boromir even stayed away from everyone alone, sitting in a daze in front of a small stream.

Even the always active little hobbits, Merry and Pippin, became much quieter tonight.

Everyone is full of thoughts.

Tonight, to the expedition members.

It's bound to be a sleepless night.

Isenger.

In the inner ring of the circular square, inside the huge underground gap.

The sound was booming, and the fire was soaring into the sky.

Deep in the big crack.

In a vast and huge square, a large number of orcs with tall and ugly appearances gathered.

No, these Orcs, far taller and stronger than the Orcs from Modo who were busy around them, had a new name.

That was the new name given to them by their creator, the white-robed wizard Saruman: Uruk.

Namely: strong orcs.

At this time, these strong orcs were lining up one by one, and the half-orcs in front were putting on thick armor for them.

One by one the strong orcs put on their armor and lined up to go to another place. The strong orcs in charge stretched out their big hands from the white paint pool beside them and slapped them.

Then, a clear white palm handprint appeared on the chest armor of these strong orcs.

"Quick!"

"Next!"

The orc in charge roared.

One by one the strong orcs put on their armor and were marked with the White Palm.

At this moment, a tall figure in a white robe appeared in front of the high platform in this square surrounded by a few orc little leaders.

Saruman quietly looked at the bottom of the square.

When the last strong orc breastplate was imprinted with the mark of the white palm that was exclusive to Isengard.

Saruman raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and then said, "Baka."

The voice fell.

Behind him, a tall and strong half-orc man with an extremely ugly and ferocious face walked up immediately and respectfully said, "Master!"

"I give you a task."

Saruman spoke coldly, but Baka, the strong orc, silently listened to his master's orders.

"There was a hobbit, the dwarf of the Shire, with what I needed."

"Catch him and bring people and objects to meet me."

"As for the others, they were all killed."

"They are now in the elven land of Lothlorien"

"Go."

Saruman looked at the strong orc Baka in front of him and ordered coldly.

"Yes, Master."

The strong orc Baka spoke respectfully.

Then quickly walked to the back.

Saruman looked at the army of the kingdom that belonged to him, his eyes cold.

He had just received news from Mordo about the team led by Gandalf, and also knew that Gandalf had fallen into the dark abyss of Moria.

Without Gandalf, he was determined to win the Hobbit with the One Ring.

With his new creation, the figure is taller and stronger, and he can move in the sunlight without any influence. He can be called the perfect Uruk warrior.

This time, he will definitely be able to get the Lord of the Rings before Sauron.

"By then, hehe"

Saruman stared coldly at the kingdom factory in front of him, then turned to look at the short orc leader behind him and said, "The fire starts working day and night. I want you to build two armies out within a month."

The voice fell, and the little orc leader behind him immediately said respectfully, "Master, we don't have enough fuel."

"Not enough fuel?"

"On our doorstep is Fagon Forest"

Saruman said and looked up, his eyes seemed to be able to see the lush ancient forest not far from Isengard through the big crack above, and said coldly: "Burn it."

"Yes, Master."

The little orc leader grinned and showed his mouth full of black teeth, his expression excited.

"Hoohoo."

The icy cold wind wrapped around the ice and snow as if it would never stop.

Standing at the intersection of the dark river and the world of ice and snow.

Morgan looked ugly.

It's been four days.

For the past four days, in order to be able to find a place to leave my environment.

He carried Gandalf's body up the dark river.

In the end, the source of the dark river was discovered at the end of the upper reaches of the dark river, and it actually flowed out between the stone cracks, which also meant that there was no exit upstream.

Then, he went all the way down the edge of the dark river.

He walked through the waters that had fallen with Gandalf the Balrog, all the way forward.

Finally, I reached the end of this dark river, and found that the end of the downstream end of the dark river also flowed into the gaps of dark stones and disappeared.

The upstream and downstream could not find the exit.

Naturally, Morgan could only return to the intersection of the Underground River and the world of ice and snow.

Looking at the world of ice and snow in front of him, Morgan's face was heavy.

This is the only way he can get out of here.

Immediately, Morgan carried the corpse of Gandalf wrapped in a blanket on the ground and strode into the snow.

It's just that he didn't notice it.

The moment he carried Gandalf's body into the snow.

The fingers of the corpse, which were tightly wrapped in the blanket, suddenly moved slightly.