Morgan couldn't help feeling a little empty.

It's exhausting to earn that little soul power and work hard.

It takes only a few thoughts to spend all the time spent.

How similar is this to some situations.

However, feeling the obvious changes in the body's state, feeling the strength that can be seen by the naked eye.

Morgan felt extremely fulfilled and satisfied again.

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

【Time Traveler: Morgan】

【Race: Human】

【Bio level: Second level】

【Soul Power: 0】

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

【Ability: Common Language; Muay Thai LV2; White Crow Sword (Proficient) LV4; Archery (Proficient) LV4; Rock Body (Special Skill); Dragon Power (Special Skill); Charge (Special Skill); Spiritual Shock (Special Skill); Hawkeye (Special Skill); Rapid Flash (Special Skill); Any Gate (Special Skill)]

【Talent: Intimacy (Special Skill)】

[Current world exploration progress: 12.13%]

【...】

"call..."

He let out a long sigh and dissipated 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, it is not possible to have no fire.

Morgan got up and prepared to pick up some firewood.

I only found that the dark river was already dark, except for the entrance to the snow world not far away.

The whole long river was darker, much darker than when he and Gandalf were chasing the Fire Demon together.

"Is it going to be evening outside?"

Morgan thought secretly, then strode towards the darkness ahead.

......

Golden Forest Roslolian.

Inside the main city of Raton, Carlaska.

Around naturally formed caves under giant turtle trees.

The members of the expedition team led by Aragon rested here after a simple dinner.

The delicately shaped chandeliers exude a soft light.

In the expedition, someone had already fallen asleep, such as the Dwarf Jinli.

But others will not be able to sleep at all for a while.

The deaths of Gandalf and Morgan were too much of a blow to the expedition.

Just then.

The sound of desolate music suddenly sounded over the entire Karaskar Raton.

Legolas, who was sitting on the thick roots, suddenly spoke: "They are mourning Gandalf and Morgan."

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

The Hobbit Merri's movement of tidying up the quilt immediately slowed down and looked at Legolas: "What did they say?"

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

Legolas stopped speaking, but just looked quietly at the beautiful night sky of Caraska Raton with sad eyes.

He hadn't figured out how to talk to his sister Tarrell about Morgan's bad news to their two extremely cute nieces next time he went back to the dark forest.

That's too cruel.

Aragon was wiping the sword in his hand over and over again.

Frodo shrank alone in the dark corner where the light could not be shined.

Polomir was even alone away from everyone and sat in front of a stream in a daze.

Even the two young hobbits, Merry and Pipin, who have always been active, became much silent tonight.

Everyone was full of thoughts.

Tonight, for the members of the expedition.

It's destined to be a sleepless night.

......

Aisinger.

The inner ring of the ring square is in an extremely huge underground gap.

The sound roared and the fire surged into the sky.

Deep in the big crack.

On a vast and huge square, there were a large number of tall, hideous orcs with ugly appearances gathered.

No, these orcs who are far taller and stronger than those who are busy around Moduo orcs have already got a new name.

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

That is: a strong orc.

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

One by one, the strong orcs put on their armor and lined up to another place. The strong orcs in charge reached out from the white pigment pool beside them and slapped them violently.

Then, a clear white palm handprint appeared on the armor on the chests of these powerful orcs.

"Quick!"

"Next!"

The orc in charge roared.

One after another, the strong orcs put on armor were stamped with white palm marks.

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

Saruman looked quietly below the square.

When the last strong orc's breastplate was stamped with a white palm mark exclusively for Aisinger.

Saruman raised the corner of his mouth slightly before speaking: "Baka..."

The words fell.

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

"I'll give you a task."

Saruman spoke coldly, and the powerful orc Baka said nothing, quietly listening to the master's orders.

"There is a hobbit, the Dwarf of Charles, who has something I need..."

"Catch him and bring him with you to me."

"As for the others, they were killed."

"They are now in the elves territory Roslorian..."

"Go."

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

“Yes, master.”

The strong orc Baka spoke respectfully.

Then he quickly walked backwards.

Saruman looked at his own kingdom army with a cold look.

He had just obtained news about Gandalf's team from Modo, and also learned that Gandalf had fallen into the dark abyss of Moria.

Without Gandalf, he was determined to win the Hobbits carrying the Supreme Lord of the Ring.

With the brand new he created, he is taller and stronger, able to move in the sun without any influence, and is a perfect Uruk warrior.

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