Start with the Lord of the Rings

Midsummer night.

The sky is starry.

At the foot of the Misty Mountains, at the edge of a forest, the fire flickered.

"Flap...Flap..."

The dry wood cracked and exploded in the fire.

Above the bonfire, the fragrance is overflowing in the cooking pot.

Morgan got up and stirred the pot with a spoon.

Sitting back to his original position, he reached out and took the skewered sausages on the side with a gesture and started roasting on the campfire.

It has been more than a month since leaving the dark jungle.

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

For so many years.

Morgan actually doesn't like traveling in the summer.

The reason is naturally because it is too hot.

But the Shire is too far from the Woodland Kingdom.

Bilbo’s birthday celebration happened again in early autumn.

Unless he advances the time too much, he can't avoid summer if he wants to go to the Shire.

Morgan has lived in Middle-earth for so many years, the farthest place he has been, and the longest place he has stayed is the Shire.

That is because of the relationship with Bilbo.

It is also because of the beautiful scenery of the Shire.

Rivendell has also been there several times.

Then there is the Erebo Dwarf Kingdom and River Valley Town in Lonely Mountain where the most frequent visits.

Because of the shortest distance.

Speaking of it, all these years since the end of the Battle of the Five Armies in Gushan.

Morgan was very active in the first few years, and every once in a while he would go outside to find friends to drink.

But as time continues to pass.

Morgan's mind gradually calmed down, and he didn't want to walk around easily.

Even so.

Morgan's frequency of going out is also much higher than that of the Elves of the Woodland Kingdom.

Especially the Elf King Thrandil.

After Morgan moved into the Dark Forest, he left the kingdom only a few times.

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

Over the years, they have become accustomed to the "home" life.

Time slowly passed.

"Grumbling..."

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

The sausage in Morgan's hand also exudes the unique aroma of grilled sausage.

Soon, he had an extra bottle of spice in his hand.

Expensive spices are sprinkled on the grilled sausage, and the fragrance becomes stronger.

Putting away the spice bottle, Morgan picked up the roasted one and put it to his mouth to bite it down.

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

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

Morgan knew what was coming without looking back.

Because since this time I approached the Misty Mountains.

He has been harassed more than once.

A handful of sausages in his hands placed on the baking tray next to him.

Morgan immediately got up and took the longbow arrows 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 placed on the bowstrings and ready to go.

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

Such a small Orc Scouting Wolf squad, including today's one, this is the third one Morgan has encountered in the past few days.

When he saw the target clearly, Morgan immediately moved the bowstring.

"Swish swish..."

Three arrows shot at the five orc wolf scouts screaming in excitement.

"boom..."

"boom..."

"boom..."

There are no accidents.

The three arrows accurately hit the heads or eyes of the three fastest wolves.

The three wolves shot immediately fell to the ground.

The three half-orcs on their backs were also overturned immediately.

The remaining two half-orcs rushed towards Morgan riding on the wolf without fear.

Next second.

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

Zhang Gong took arrows, and Morgan Zhang Gong, who was fast to the extreme, shot two arrows out in an instant.

"Boom..."

Without suspense, the remaining two wolves fell to the ground with arrows in their heads again.

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

At this moment, the three half-beasts that had just been thrown down by the wolf had already got up, brandishing the weapons in their hands and screaming towards Morgan.

See the orcs rushing.

Morgan grinned, showing his white teeth.

Immediately, he threw the longbow in his hand aside, raised his hand and drew the wizard sword from his waist.

This handle was forged by the high elves in the First Era, and is known as the sword of the King of Gondolin, "Gran Ray".

In the hands of Morgan, he made great achievements.

Even today, even after numerous battles with Morgan, this sword still shines like new.

Facing these half-orcs at this time.

The Gran Rui sword body specially forged to deal with half-orcs exudes a pale blue light as always.

The nearest two half-orcs had already turned over and stood up, watching the humans who dropped their longbows grow more angry and screamed towards them.

"Kill him!"

"Kill the human offal!"

Seeing the orcs rushing towards the strange scream.

Morgan quickly stepped forward and activated a special skill in his heart: "Quick flash!"

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

No, it's not actually disappeared!

It's just that his speed is so fast that ordinary people can't see it with naked eyes.

Next second.

Morgan holding a long sword appeared behind the two orcs who rushed forward.

Immediately afterwards.

"Boom..."

Two muffled noises came.

The two orcs behind him immediately fell to the ground.

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

Seeing this horrible scene, the remaining three orcs suddenly widened their eyes, and stopped for a while.

It was just a meeting, and all the five wolves on his side died, plus the strange deaths of two partners.

The three and a half orcs who were so angry just now couldn't feel it.

Was awakened at this time, and immediately noticed the terrifying human strength in front of him.

Morgan held a long sword and continued forward.

Three and a half orcs look at me, I look at you.

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

"run!"

One of the scared orcs immediately roared.

The three half-orcs immediately turned and ran back.

Two ran wildly in the same direction, while the other ran away in the other direction more intelligently.

"Run... where can you go!"

Looking at the three half-orcs fleeing, Morgan grinned and sneered, and inserted the elf longsword back into the scabbard around his waist.

Next second.

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

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

"Whizzing..."

Two arrows shot out.

Next second.

The two half-orcs immediately fell to the ground one after another, motionless.

Look at the escape direction of the remaining half-orc.

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

Seeing the half-orc disappearing into the dim forest in the distance, Zhang bow took an arrow to aim at the half-orc in the distance, and then raised a little angle, then released the bowstring.

"Swish..."

The arrow whizzed out quickly with the sound of breaking through the air.

Soon, a sad scream resounded through the forest.

Go back to the campfire again.

The sausages in the baking tray are still warm.

The thick soup in the boiling pot is also hot and delicious.

Morgan scooped the steaming mushroom soup all night, and he drank it in one breath when he reached his mouth.

Then he let out a long breath.

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

Over the past few years.

The range of activities of the orcs is getting wider and wider, and it is becoming more and more rampant.

It was four years ago since the last time he crossed this misty mountain.

That year, at the invitation of the Elf Lord Eldron.

Morgan stayed in Rivendell for a month.

Back and forth across this misty mountain pass at that time, there was no sign of orcs activity.

Unexpectedly, only four or five years have passed.

The orcs became active again.

But thinking of the plot in his memory, Modo had already begun planning a war at this time, and the activity of the half-orcs seemed to be no surprise.

It's getting darker.

Cool breeze, the edge of the forest.

Morgan sat quietly in front of the campfire enjoying his dinner.

Next to the big tree, a tall white horse is swinging its tail and bowing its head, chewing the grass leisurely.

In the forest a little far away.

The corpses of the three escaping orcs have been gnawed clean.

The two orcs corpses closer to the fire were still intact.

It seemed that he had sensed the powerful aura in Morgan's body.

Even if the surrounding forest aimed at the two half-orc corpses, there were quite a few creatures.

But no one dared to come forward.

Morgan didn't care about the green eyes in the depths around him under the light of the fire.

After dinner.

After Morgan finished cleaning up the bonfire, he wrapped a blanket and leaned against the big tree beside him, ready to rest.

But before the break.

Mind moved slightly.

"Swipe..."

A series of virtual data gleaming with pale white light began to appear in front of them.

[Time Traveler: Morgan]

[Race: Human]

【Biological level: Tier 2】

【Soul Power: 2】

[Attribute: Strength LV6; Physical LV6+; Agility LV6; Spirit LV5]

【Abilities: 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 Impact (Special) Skill); Hawkeye (Special Skill); Quick Flash (Special Skill)]

[Talent: Intimacy (Special Skill)]

[Current World Exploration Progress: 9.99%]

【......】

"what..."

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

"It seems that I have finally accumulated enough..."

There was a little surprise in Morgan's heart.

It's pitiful.

After the Battle of the Five Armies from Gushan.

As Morgan's strength continued to improve, it became more difficult to earn soul power, which had already been greatly increased in difficulty.

This has been nearly sixty years.

With the addition of the current panel, he only gained four points of spirit power in total.

But this is no way.

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

Morgan has tried his best.

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

Morgan gave up after thinking hard.

The difficulty of obtaining soul power with his current strength.

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

What is this concept?

With the defeat of the Five Armies in Gushan.

The orc had shrunk.

Where did Morgan travel to find such a large number of 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 visited by the expedition team, or the half-orc lair Modo in the south of Middle-earth.

However, Morgan is far from growing enough to be able to deal with 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 carefully weighed his gains and losses, had no desire to travel far.

What's more, given the wealth he had previously shared in the expedition team, there is no need for him to take on so-called missions specifically for money.

Coupled with Tarrell's company.

When you are bored, go to the Erebo Dwarf Kingdom and River Valley Town in Lonely Mountain, or Rivendell and Shire further afield to find good friends for a drink.

Morgan has lived very leisurely and contentedly during these years.

In addition, the latter and Tarrell have children of Efni and Ulysses.

He is even happier.

......

His gaze returned to the virtual data panel in front of him.

Morgan continued to look down.

Soon, watching the exploration progress of "9.99%" behind the world exploration progress column.

Morgan couldn't help sighing slightly.

Compared to soul power.

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

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

Then he couldn't move anymore.

Until now, it is still 9.99%.

I didn't move for two years.

Let Morgan also have more thoughts and understanding of the system's exploration progress.

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

It needs the appearance of more important characters, or the appearance of more important plots.

Morgan's participation will make it possible to make the exploration progress beyond the 9.99% node.

This also convinced him that as long as it can break through 9.99%.

It should be very likely that new achievements will be achieved.

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

That time, he obtained a ring of dimensional space.

Next time, what can he get.

Morgan is looking forward to it.

The night darkened.

The bonfire was burning quietly.

Morgan, who dissipated the virtual panel, leaned on the big tree behind him, closed his eyes and fell asleep half awake.

Nothing happened overnight.

Morgan, who woke up the next day, found that the corpses of the two half-orcs not far away remained the same as they were when they died last night.

Obviously, no one of those creatures last night dared to step forward.

After washing, Morgan, who simply resolved the breakfast, continued on the road.

......

Two months later ~www.readwn.com~ 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 is driving a single carriage leisurely on the wide bridge.

This is naturally Gandalf.

Like Morgan, at the invitation of Bilbo, went to Hobbiton to participate in Bilbo's eleventh birthday celebration.

South of the Shire border.

Inside a dense towering dense forest.

Nine tall black knights in black robes, fully armed and covered in black robes, are riding on nine tall black horses with red eyes, galloping towards the Shire.