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

Under Gandalf's cover, Morgan, who mastered Lv2 archery, was definitely the coldest and fiercest killer in the battle.

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

Coupled with the output of a group of dwarves, the orc scouting team of more than 20 people, together with more than 20 ferocious gangdaba wolves, killed more than half in less than half an hour.

The remaining orcs didn't dare to go again and ran away to the dark camp.

If only the dwarves holding swords, axes and hammers, they may really have no way to take these crazy orcs.

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

Seeing the remaining four or five orcs rush out of the camp and into the dark night.

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

Gandalf immediately understood and raised his staff.

The next second, the staff burst out a strong dazzling white light to illuminate the night sky.

Morgan quickly reached out and touched the quiver on his back. This time, he pulled out three long arrows.

Unprecedented three arrows!

The light from the staff flashed away.

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

With three arrows on the bowstring, Morgan pulled the full moon this time.

"Whoosh..."

Three arrows shot into the dark night.

Soon, everyone on the battlefield heard screams outside the camp.

"Two escaped..."

Morgan jumped off the boulder and said, obviously with some regret.

Every time these orcs kill one, they are likely to have soul power. It's a pity to be run away.

Of course, others must not understand Morgan's real meaning.

"Morgan, it's nothing. You're very good today..."

Sure enough, I thought Morgan was blaming himself, and a dwarf answered immediately.

"Yes, Morgan just saved me once..."

Dwarf groin also murmured.

As soon as he was distracted, he was almost cut off by the orc who rushed up. Fortunately, Morgan shot the orc in time.

Although it's a shame to be saved in such a small battlefield, it's true that Morgan saved himself.

Groin has a strong self-esteem, but she never disdains to lie about such things.

See Morgan's remorse, speak for Morgan immediately.

"When you draw a bow, you can shoot three arrows at a time. I've only heard of archers of the elves to do this."

"Morgan's bow and arrow now is..."

Balin, a dwarf with white beard, laughed and said, but his voice didn't fall.

"Ouch..."

Suddenly, a low, terrible howl came from outside the wilderness.

As soon as their faces changed, Gandalf immediately said, "the orcs are shouting for reinforcements. We should go!"

Sorin oak shield's face sank immediately. He was a feud with the orcs. He also knew what the voice represented, especially when there was a battle just now: "go, go!"

"Qili Feili goes to lead the horse..."

"Pompey packed the dishes and the others packed their own things..."

"Come on..."

Gandalf and Sorin oak shield spoke at the same time, and the party immediately knew the seriousness of the matter.

Pack up quickly at once.

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

It is obviously dangerous to travel outside the wilderness at night.

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

"Come on, keep up..."

"Damn it, come back, you're going the wrong way..."

"This way..."

"It's too dark for me to see..."

Time passed slowly. I don't know when the curved moon in the sky came out of the clouds again.

The dim moonlight sprinkled on the earth.

Among the rolling mountains.

A group of people are running wildly.

"How long have we been running?"

"I don't know..."

"Are the orcs still following?"

"I don't know..."

"I shouldn't keep up. I don't seem to hear anything..."

"Keep running, you can't stop. The noses of those new Daba wolves are very powerful..."

"This way, keep up..."

This group of people running away with horses is Morgan's lonely mountain expedition team.

I escaped from the orc scouts' sneak attack not long ago. I didn't dare to stop at this time.

Time passed slowly.

When the eastern sky began to glow.

The members of the expedition who ran wildly in the middle of the night finally couldn't carry it.

"Hoo... Hoo..."

"It's almost dawn. The orcs should not catch up..."

"Can you rest? I really can't run..."

"I'm so hungry..."

"Me too..."

Look at the panting and chirping dwarfs.

SOLIN oak shield looked up at Gandalf.

"Orcs don't like the day..."

Know what Sorin oak shield wants to ask, Gandalf said casually.

"Then rest..."

SOLIN oak shield nodded and walked aside.

The dwarves got the consent of the dwarf Prince and were immediately relieved.

Just lie down and rest on the spot.

But I heard SOLIN oak shield shake his head again and say, "it can't be here. It's too open and not safe enough."

Gandalf, who had just pulled out his cigarette pole, made a move, looked up to the left and right, pointed to the forest in the distance and said, "go over there. It would be much better to be covered by the forest."

Sorin oak shield looked over and quickly nodded, "just go there."

In half an hour.

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

Sorin oak shield soon saw a long abandoned wooden house and a fairly flat open space around it.

"Right here..."

"Chili, Felix, go feed the horse..."

"Pompo Buddha makes fire..."

SOLIN oak shield gave orders, and the division of labor of the team was clear.

Soon, the party got busy again.

Before long, a vigorous fire was burning.

Because there are still three of the four spotted deer Morgan and Qili caught yesterday evening.

Just after a battle, he ran into the middle of the night.

Bahrain, the dwarf with white beard who manages the food logistics, decided to reward the people.

So, with a wave of his little hand, the three spotted deer killed yesterday were hung on the grill in turn.

After a busy trip, people began to sit around the fire, bandaging and chatting.

Morgan, as the general existence of MVP in this war, is naturally the focus of everyone's chat.

But Morgan was not in the mood to chat.

He waved his hand, sat directly against a huge stone near the fire, and closed his eyes.

Just closed his eyes and Morgan thought.

Brush

Lines of virtual data immediately jumped and flashed in front of us.

[Time Traveler: Morgan]

[race: human]

[biological level: Level 1]

[soul power: 6]

[attributes: strength +; physique +; agility +; spirit +]

[ability: general language; Muay Thai Lv2; white crow sword LV1; bow and arrow Lv2]

[talent: Intimacy (special skill)]

[current world exploration progress: 0.35%]

【......】

A trail of data continues to appear.

Morgan fixed his eyes on the soul column.

When I saw the number behind the soul force, I couldn't help taking a deep breath.

There's a full six points of soul power!

This is a big harvest, a real big harvest.