Chapter 29 Satisfied

"It stinks!"

"Very stinky!"

"Stinky as hell!"

That was the only sensation Morgan had when he first entered the dimly lit troll cave.

Morgan didn't even know how to describe the stench of the cave.

It was about as fetid as one could think of to describe the stench of this cave.

"Damn!..."

Morgan became a little dizzy and shook his head vigorously.

Finally, he couldn't help but rip a section of the long sleeves underneath the leather armor of his body.

When both nostrils were completely plugged.

Morgan felt much better when the smell of the outside world was no longer perceptible.

Only then did I get the idea to look at the surrounding environment in the cave.

The cave was very large and very spacious.

Except for the grayish white path in the middle, which is quite clean, there are all kinds of gnawed bones scattered all over the path.

The reason this path is grayish white, Morgan discovered after observing, was formed by the sinking of crushed bones.

There were countless skeletons of both animals and humans.

The dozen members of the expedition were looking for the troll cave, which could have been discovered by others at any time.

Morgan took a quick look and found no hidden dangers.

He then set off at a brisk pace and entered the cave.

The deeper the cave went, the darker the light became.

The stench was just as strong, even with his nose covered the stench was palpable.

The deeper into the cave Morgan's eyes began to feel a slight discomfort.

The light was fading and he estimated that he must have walked about 50 or 60 meters through the cave.

But he still couldn't see the end of it.

Aside from a few rusty swords stuck in the ground halfway, he saw nothing else of value.

Morgan continued on his way.

It didn't take him long to finally see the end of the trail.

Except for a large amount of various weeds, hay and a bit of manure.

He did not see a single silver coin.

As for the Elvish Sword he remembered from the plot, there was no trace of it.

This was the deepest part of the cave, and obviously where the trolls rested.

But where was his Sword?

He looked left and right, but did not find what he was looking for, and was a bit agitated.

He had been thinking about the troll raid ever since he discovered in the morning that the makeshift camp was the same place he remembered from the episode.

He had been thinking about raiding the troll cave since first thing in the morning.

Now that the trolls were all dead, the group was back on track in a plot-like fashion.

He was now the first to plant himself in the troll's lair, as he had hoped.

I was thinking of taking this opportunity to make a fortune, only to discover that there was nothing there.

He had spent most of the day thinking about it, but in the end, it was all in vain.

It would have been a great disappointment to anyone.

"You can't hide in these smelly weeds and hay..."

Morgan thought seriously as he searched the area, surveying the vast expanse of undergrowth before him.

Even with his nose tightly plugged.

Morgan could imagine the stench of the surroundings, not to mention the grass the troll was sleeping under.

Wait a minute...

Just as he was about to step forward and rummage through it.

Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of a path at the other end.

It was only slightly narrower in comparison.

He couldn't see clearly because of the darkness.

It was easy to miss the dimly lit path ahead.

Morgan immediately stepped forward.

After crossing the path, a spacious stone cave appeared before Morgan's eyes.

Then he saw a large number of gold and silver coins, covered with dust and dirt, scattered all over the floor.

In addition to the pile of gold and silver coins, there was a dusty, cobwebbed and crumbling weapons rack, from which a few weapons protruded.

Deep in the corner, an exquisite treasure chest half a meter long and wide was also half open, filled with gold coins and various gems.

"At last!"

Morgan looked at the cave in front of him with a joyful expression and a huge sigh of relief.

Now it was time to reap the rewards.

Morgan took a step forward and headed straight for the dazzling treasure chest and began to pick.

It was impossible for Morgan to keep a whole treasure chest like this to himself.

He had nothing to put it in.

Although he could have dug a hole to bury the chest in.

But, for one thing, it would take time, since the rest of the expedition could come looking for it at any moment.

Secondly, a freshly dug hole will be marked, so it would be embarrassing for them to find it.

He thought of the mountains of gold and silver in the subway kingdom of Lonely Mountain, which he remembered.

Morgan thinks it's a bad idea to get in trouble with the dwarves for such a small amount of money.

Besides, although the three trolls were killed by their own arrows.

But if the dwarves had not risked their lives to stalk and harass the trolls, would he have been able to kill one of them?

It is doubtful that Morgan would have been able to kill a single troll.

Not to mention that he remembers Bombur being injured by the troll's blow.

Morgan couldn't take the treasure by himself.

The most important thing is to have a bag with the most valuable gems of various crystalline colors.

He wasted no time and headed for the weapon rack.

There were a few weapons cluttered on the shelf, hidden by dusty cobwebs.

It was hard to see what kind of weapons they were.

Morgan reached up and pulled away the cobwebs, revealing the true colors of the weapons.

A longsword in the shape of a cross, a single-edged weapon in the shape of a longsword, and a short sword.

Morgan pulled out the cross-shaped swords and opened his mouth to blow away the thick dust that covered them.

At first glance, he noticed that the material used to forge the sword was far superior to what he now carried.

The sword was silvery white in color, with a delicate and elegant shape, full of high-quality texture.

Looking at the sword in front of him, Morgan suddenly felt that it was more than just a sword, it was a work of art.

"Wow..."

Morgan unsheathed his longsword.

The blade was also silvery white, clean and crisp.

Morgan brought his fingers to the blade and immediately felt a tingle.

It was the incomparable sharpness of the blade pressing against her skin.

"Wow..."

The sword was returned to its sheath.

Morgan looked pleased, "What a great sword."

Just then.

A sudden noise was heard outside.

"Over here..."