Chapter 22 Thief

Looking at the dilapidated house in the corner of the camp that is abandoned to the point of having only a house frame.

Morgan immediately recalled the relevant plot in his memory.

In the plot, Gandalf and Thorin had a very heated fight over the problem of the road.

The location of that fight was in a dilapidated wooden house in a temporary rest camp.

And not far from the forest where the wooden house was located, there lived three giant trolls.

When the night fell and they were about to rest, the horses of the expedition team were stolen.

The dwarves went to look for the horses and discovered the existence of the trolls.

Originally, Morgan had a very deep impression of this plot in his memory.

Because after Gandalf used sunlight to kill three trolls, the expedition team not only found a lot of treasures in the cave that the trolls used to hide.

At the same time, they also found a very valuable elven sword, which Morgan wanted for himself.

It's just that because of the battle last night, and then fleeing from midnight until the early morning.

In addition, Morgan had just stopped to rest and was busy checking the system harvest and getting stronger.

With several things going on, he didn't have time to pay attention to other things.

As for the morning barbecue, Morgan rushed to train due to the body's imbalance after strengthening.

This made him not notice that he arrived at this abandoned wooden house.

"What is it, Morgan?"

At that moment, Bilbo followed him and asked quickly.

"Do you know what Gandalf and Thorin were fighting about?"

Morgan turned to Bilbo and asked rhetorically.

"Uh... it was a bit far away."

"I think I heard Gandalf mention going to a valley or something, and Thorin doesn't seem to want that..."

"As for the rest, I don't know."

Bilbo shrugged.

"Quite sure!"

Hearing Bilbo's words, Morgan was almost certain that he had reached the place where the three trolls lived.

"I see."

Morgan nodded and went back into the tent.

Bilbo followed him and asked again, "Morgan, Gandalf should be back, shouldn't he?"

Morgan turned his head and smiled, "Don't worry, Gandalf will definitely be back, don't forget he is a wizard."

After speaking, Morgan returned to the tent.

The news that there are three trolls living not far from this camp must not be told to the others.

For I could not explain how I knew that.

But now that I know that there are many treasures and elven swords in the trolls' hideout.

I should think now how to get the most benefit.

It is only morning now, if the heavy rain outside can continue, it will be a whole day.

The team can continue to stay here temporarily.

If it stops raining, Thorin will definitely order the team to continue.

Also, Morgan recalls that in the plot of his memory, the expedition team encountered the orcs immediately after obtaining the swords and treasure from the Three Trolls' Hole.

It's just that in the plot, that moment seems to be the first time the expedition team encountered the orcs.

Now, in fact, the team was discovered last night by the orc scouts.

The plot has changed.

The orcs are likely to encounter the current expedition team at any time.

Even during the day!

Morgan has not forgotten, in the morning after dealing with the trolls and obtaining the treasures.

The expedition team met the orcs during the day.

Orcs do not like sunlight and do not like to be active during the day.

But in the face of enemies like dwarves, they could move at any time.

In short, if Morgan wants to make a fortune with the three trolls hiding in the cave, he has to do it as soon as possible.

Otherwise, either the team departs or the orcs arrive.

All of Morgan's ideas will go to waste.

"Morgan, are you going to take a shower?"

At that moment, Bilbo, who had only removed a pair of shorts, asked excitedly.

His thoughts interrupted, Morgan turned to look at Bilbo, then heard the giggles of the dwarves outside and said, "Of course, you go first.

It's not easy to take a bath after a long journey through the wilderness, especially when most of the time is spent walking in places like forests.

If you can't find rivers and streams, you can only wash yourself with rainwater.

Speaking of which, in addition to worrying about clothes wrapping dry food and other things that can't get wet in the rain.

The expedition team still looks forward to rainy days because they can take a shower.

Morgan, of course, did the same.

"Let's hurry up and go take a bath..."

Seeing that the dwarves were bathing outside, Morgan didn't complain, taking off his boots and leg armor, wearing only a pair of loose shorts, he walked out of the tent.

"Boom..."

"Splash, Splash, Splash."

Looking at the pouring rain outside the tent, the whole world seemed to be engulfed in rain.

Morgan thought the rain would have been perfect without the rumbling thunder in the sky.

Seeing the excited dwarves in the rain, shouting loudly.

He was a little worried.

Worrying that these dwarves would be struck by lightning.

After half an hour.

Morgan returned to the tent.

Morgan dried his wet hair and quickly changed into leather armor.

He thought about it, if he wanted to make a fortune in the troll cave as soon as possible without letting others doubt him, he would have to act alone.

Morgan was neatly dressed, with his longsword and quiver and longbow on his back, just as he was about to leave.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from outside the tent.

"God, what kind of monster is that..."

"Damn, that monster stole our horse..."

"Fíli, hurry, stop that monster..."

"Quick, call the others quickly..."

I heard a flurry of exclamations from outside.

Morgan immediately seemed to think of something, was filled with joy and hurried out of the tent.

At that moment, Bilbo, who had just run out of the rain wearing shorts, banged his head on Morgan's waist.

"What happened?"

Morgan asked as soon as he caught Bilbo.

"There's a monster outside, a very, very big monster..."

Bilbo said with a gesture, looking a little nervous.

"I understand."

"Gandalf isn't here, be careful."

Morgan patted Bilbo on the shoulder and walked straight out into the rain.

A group of ponies were tied up in the woods at the edge of the camp.

Listening to the exclamations from outside.

All the dwarves in the tent came running out with weapons.

"Morgan, what's going on?"

"I don't know either."

"That way, come on..."

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Under the rain.

Morgan and a group of dwarves, armed, trotted towards the forest where the ponies were tied up.

From a distance, in the forest a little further away, a huge monster with a height of at least three meters was holding a horse tightly in his big hands.

On the other side, he was holding the trunk of a dead tree and waving it haphazardly.

In front of the tall monster, the dwarves Fíli and Kíli are holding daggers and jumping up and down, interfering with the progress of the tall monster.

At that moment, seeing Morgan and his group arrive, they quickly shouted, "This way..."