Gandalf and King Elon came together and laughed.

Morgan stood up and greeted the two of them. He no longer wanted to visit Rivendell again, but sat back to the campfire.

Participating in the main plot interaction is the best way to improve the progress of the world exploration of the Time Traveler system in him.

This has been proven several times by him, and Morgan will not be absent in such an occasion.

What's more, he has never seen the dispute between Gandalf and Thorin Oak Shield.

Although two of them had only quarreled once in the field camp early this morning, unfortunately Morgan didn't see it in training at that time.

"Qili, give me a bunch."

Morgan sat back to the fire and reached out to ask Chili to get a skewer of grilled sausage.

"Morgan, aren't you going to enjoy the night view of Rivendell? I'll go with you."

The young dwarf Philip shouted.

Morgan shook his head, picked up the sausage and signaled, "I think this is more fragrant."

"Haha, you're right about Morgan."

The dwarf Ge Luoyin laughed out loud, reached out and took the skewers that had just been skewed by Bofo next to him and handed them to Morgan, and said loudly: "Where is a skewer of grilled sausages enough to eat, take it."

"You can't take my sausage again?"

"Haha, Pover, don't be so scruples. There are still many here, you can just do it..."

"Come on, I'll ask you to bake potatoes..."

"Damn it, that's what I just made..."

"Ha ha..."

The dwarves in front of the bonfire are laughing.

At the bonfire, Gandalf and Thorin Oak Shield were discussing something.

Morgan grilled sausages and dealt with the words of the dwarves around him, looking up from time to time at the two expedition leaders who were talking.

The bearded Balin seemed to realize that Gandalf brought King Elon to find Thorin. The purpose of the Oak Shield was not simple, and he was staring at the two of them intently.

Noticed Bahrain's actions, Morgan took the fruit wine beside him and signaled to Bahrain.

Bahrain came to his senses and realized that his condition was a little wrong. He smiled at Morgan, picked up his glass and touched Morgan, and drank it all in one go.

"What are you worried about, Bahrain?"

Looking at Bahrain, who was reluctant to speak, Morgan also looked not far away, Gandalf and Thorin, who were talking seriously, smiled behind the Oak Shield.

"Morgan, what do you think they're talking about?"

Bahrain did not answer Morgan's words in a positive way, picked up the bottle and poured himself another glass, and looked at Morgan and asked back.

"You must know better than me, right?"

Morgan didn't answer, but asked with a smile.

"They had already argued once in the morning..."

Bahrain shook his head, raised his glass to signal to Morgan, and drank it all over again.

"But there are problems that need to be solved..."

Morgan spoke softly, drank the wine in his glass, wiped the wine stains around his mouth, and continued, "I think there is something Gandalf said very well today."

Bahrain: "What do you mean?"

Morgan: “If we want to succeed, we need to use some strategies.”

"Of course, you have your own ideas."

"No matter what is decided in the end, I will support you."

Morgan smiled, pouring himself a full cup again.

Rivendale's fruit wine has a much sweeter taste than wine.

With his physique at this time, Morgan felt that he could drink this way and never get drunk.

"Maybe you and Gandalf are right, but..."

Bahrain smiled and shook his head and spoke.

"You don't have to care about my words, Bahrain, I know too little."

"Like I just said, no matter how you decide, I will support you."

"Come on, cheers."

Morgan interrupted Bahrain, filled Bahrain with another glass of wine, and raised it with a smile.

"Anyway, thank you, Morgan, you are a very good warrior."

"It's the bounty hunter..."

"Haha, it's all the same, come on, cheers."

"cheers!"

Morgan and the dwarf Bahrain were having fun chatting by the fire.

Not far away, Gandalf and Thorin Oak Shield also talked about the real fire.

Gandalf: "Please, Solin, take out the map."

Thorin Oak Shield: "We don't need elves to take care of our affairs!"

Gandalf had no choice but to say: "Oh my God, Thorin, take out the map for King Elon to show!"

Thorin Oak Shield was unmoved: "That is the legacy of me and my people, and my responsibility is to protect it, including our secrets."

Gandalf took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, his beard trembling: "Stop letting me worry about your stubbornness!"

"Your arrogance will definitely harm you one day!"

"Do you know that you are standing in front of one of the few people in the entire Middle Earth who can understand that map."

"Let your pride be put down and show it to King Ailon!"

Gandalf's chest was undulating, suppressing his anger, and he looked at Thorin and Oak Shield in a deep voice.

As Gandalf and Thorin Oak Shield became more and more intense, the dwarves surrounded by the bonfire quickly became quiet.

Everyone present looked at the two people in the dispute, and no one dared to say more.

King Elon stood quietly aside.

Listening to the old friend quarrel with the Thorin Oak Shield, his patience was constantly being slapped.

Although he was interested in the map Gandalf mentioned, he helped more because of Gandalf's request.

Otherwise, no matter how broad-minded he is and how generous he is, he will have some grudges against this Thorin Oak Shield.

As Gandalf's words fell.

Both of them didn't speak for a while, and the scene was silent at this moment.

After a while, Thorin Oak Shield finally made a move. He reached out and took out the light yellow parchment roll from his arms.

"Sorin, don't give it to..."

Seeing that Thorin Oak Shield was persuaded by Gandalf, the white-bearded Balin immediately stepped forward and wanted to reach out to stop Thorin Oak Shield.

There were too many grudges between the dwarves of Turin and the elves, and the entire dwarves team had no good feelings for the elves, and Bahrain was no exception. He even experienced the betrayal of the elves' allies in person. Sixty years ago, the evil dragon invaded the Lone Mountain.

Thorin Oak Shield pushed away Bahrain's blockade and walked straight to King Elon on the side with the map.

As the king of the Turin dwarf clan, he was proud and stubborn. His hatred for orcs and his hostility to the elves who betrayed his allies was much deeper than any dwarf.

But as the king of the Dwarves of Turin, he always remembers the mission of reviving Irube, the kingdom at the foot of the mountain, and the mission of reviving the Dwarves of Turin.

For the sake of the tribe, any dwarf can be without having to lower his head to the elves who are betrayers and pray for the elves' help.

He alone can't do it!

Because of the tribe, because he is the king of the Dwarf tribe of Turin.

The responsibilities he bears are as heavy as a tremendous amount of responsibilities.

Take the light yellow parchment roll handed over by Thorin Oak Shield.

King Elon opened the paper roll, looked at the map above, and easily recognized it: "Irube..."

"Are you interested in this map?"

Thorin Oak Shield looked at King Elon and asked, his face not very good-looking.

"It's mainly academic research, you know, these antiquities usually contain secret words..."

Seeing what Thorin Oak Shield wanted to say, Gandalf quickly explained and gave Thorin Oak Shield a look of peace of mind.

"I remember you can understand the ancient dwarfs, right?"
To be continued...