Chapter 9: Welcome to the team

"Whoosh..."

The arrow shot rapidly into the forest ahead.

The moment his fingers loosened and he shot the arrow at himself, Morgan suddenly had a very strong premonition.

"This arrow will hit!"

This is not Morgan's blind metaphysical premonition, but the skill that LV2 level archery brings.

There is a sense of control over every arrow you shoot.

This is the skill that every archer who has reached archery level LV2 can naturally master.

Morgan could clearly feel the moment he shot the arrow.

The dwarf Kíli, who was not far away, was obviously out of breath.

To say that among the people present, the most nervous should be Morgan himself.

But as a competitive gamer in his previous life, Morgan, who had been baptized in several big scenes, didn't know what it was like to be nervous. When he got to the competition field, he was more motivated to fight and more focused. .

Morgan wasn't nervous, but the young Kíli dwarf was another story.

Just like in the previous life, no matter what the game was, no matter how good the pre-match mood was, whether friendship came first or competition came second, they all actually think the same.

As long as we can win, who cares about friendship.

As long as it is a competition, there is no one who does not want to win.

They were all men, and there were so many people present.

Facing Thorin Oakenshield, the "uncle" the Dwarf King, and a group of dwarf brothers.

In terms of bow and arrow, in what is best, Kíli is naturally not willing to lose to this human Morgan.

The same is true for Morgan, and this test is a great opportunity to show his strength.

It's not only related to his own dignity, but also whether he can successfully join the expedition team.

"We'll see..."

Morgan shot the arrow, which means that the test is over and now depends on the result.

Among the dwarfs behind them, the dwarfs who were eager to know the result immediately ran into the forest not far away.

It didn't take long for the two to quickly return with an arrow each.

Both arrows hit the bird, an adult bird the size of a palm, completely black and unsuspecting.

An arrow hit a bird.

The other arrow hit two!

This arrow was so powerful that it pierced the bodies of both birds, as if they were hanging skewers on a barbecue.

"What happened..."

"Who wins and who loses?"

"Does Kíli win or does Morgan win?"

"Both hit the mark..."

"Wow, whose is this and he hit two birds with one arrow?"

As soon as the two dwarfs who searched for the birds returned, the dwarfs who were watching the fun immediately greeted them and started talking.

"Get out of the way, you still need to compare the arrows to know who wins and who loses..."

The dwarf carrying the bird approached, and Morgan and Kíli immediately joined him.

At this time, everyone gathered around.

Including Gandalf and Thorin Oakenshield, who has always seemed cold.

Bilbo joined them and continued to watch.

Although the length of the arrows are not very different.

But Morgan used bows and arrows forged by humans, while Kíli used bows and arrows forged by dwarves.

There are definitely differences.

In fact, in the eyes of Morgan and Kíli, the two archers can recognize the arrows they use at a glance.

It is a simple observation.

But other people who can't use bows and arrows naturally don't understand it.

To make it clear to everyone they still need to be compared.

When the two arrows strung on the birds were placed in front of the two parties.

With just a glance, Morgan recognized that the arrow that killed two birds with one stone belonged to him, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He was a bit cautious in the previous competition.

With the bow and arrow skills of the two, shooting a bird in that environment is nothing.

The higher the archery skills, the competition is not just simple archery skill, but who has more patience.

Morgan's trick was that he let the dwarf Kíli take the first shot.

The moment he hits a bird will surely scare other birds flying around.

This will give you the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.

Only then can you win the match with an indisputable result.

Otherwise you both just hit a bird, so how would you win or lose?

Of course, the premise of this is that Morgan must have enough archery skills and strength to kill two birds with one stone.

It's not that 'the blind cat meets the dead mouse', that's luck luck.

"I missed..."

"Don't look at it, this is mine."

Looking at the two arrows, before drawing the arrows from the bodies to compare them, the dwarf Kíli pointed to the arrow that hit a bird and said very simply.

Morgan was able to recognize his arrows, and Kíli as well.

As mentioned above, the vast majority of dwarves are stubborn, paranoid stubborn.

But equally simple, honest and straight.

Winning is winning, losing is losing!

And Kíli was not a dwarf who could not afford to lose.

"Morgan's archery is really better than mine."

Kíli looked at Morgan and smiled, although he was a little sad, he admitted that he had lost and was very honest.

"It's only luck..."

"You know, that arrow of yours scared away all the birds in the forest."

"That's what happened..."

Morgan was more direct, not only admitting that it was luck, but also explaining why.

With such a big step given to Kíli, it would be difficult for Kíli to have any opinion on him.

Sure enough, when Morgan's voice lowered, Kíli immediately smiled, and the depressed look on his face was obviously relieved.

"Morgan, you don't have to comfort me. In such a dark environment, it's not just a matter of luck."

"I hope to have the opportunity to compete again in the future..."

Kíli shook his head and spoke with a shy smile on his face.

After all, for the young and inexperienced dwarf Kíli, it's still a bit embarrassing to ask a human he hasn't known for a long time about archery.

"There is definitely a chance."

"We are friends, right?"

Like an older brother, Morgan patted Kili on the shoulder and laughed.

Not to mention Morgan was basking in Kíli's admiration.

The two sides of the bet are divided.

The dwarfs who gathered to wager cheered and quickly wailed.

Those who bet on Morgan laugh and have fun.

Those who bet on Kíli become depressed and regret.

Dwarves have always behaved this way.

Morgan, who fairly won the competition, did not show any arrogance.

It's hard to make other people hate you.

And Thorin Oakenshield, was looking at the energetic Kíli who can still talk to Morgan after losing.

I also have to admit that Morgan is a very good human being.

He attached great importance to this expedition to the Lonely Mountain, and he was almost desperate.

For strong people like Morgan, he naturally hopes that the more the merrier.

Of course, this is based on the premise that the team must be under his control.

Since the misunderstanding has been eliminated.

That's when you have to step up.

Thinking of this, Thorin Oakenshield stepped forward, looked at Morgan, and said with a smile:

"The misunderstanding just now was my negligence."

"Now, I want to formally invite you to join my team, I wonder if you can give me that opportunity, Morgan."

Looking at Thorin Oakenshield with a sincere face.

Morgan suddenly felt that he had learned something new about the dwarf king.

"Of course, it is my pleasure, His Highness…"

Morgan rubbed his chest with one hand and bowed slightly in respect.

Thorin Oakenshield was very pleased with Morgan's response, he lifted Morgan up with both hands and said with a friendly smile, "Welcome to the team!"