The cooperation between Morgan and Gandalf is a strong alliance.

Under Gandalf's cover, Morgan, who mastered LV2 level archery, was definitely the coldest and most fierce killer in this battle.

Every arrow he shoots means that a half-orc soul returns to hell.

With the output of a group of dwarves, this half-orc scout team of more than 20 people, along with more than 20 ferocious Gundamba wolf, killed more than half in less than half an hour.

Seeing this, the remaining orcs didn't dare to go up again, so they hurriedly ran out of the dark camp.

If the dwarfs who just hold the daggers and battle axes, they might have no choice but to use these orcs who flee wildly.

But with high-level archers, it is not so easy for these orcs to escape.

Seeing the remaining four or five orcs rushing out of the camp and fleeing into the dark night.

Morgan strode up onto a huge rock and shouted: "Gandalff!"

Gandalf immediately understood and raised the staff in his hand.

The next second, a strong and dazzling white light burst out from the staff to illuminate the night sky.

Morgan quickly reached out and touched the quiver on his back. This time, he drew three long arrows.

Three arrows like never before!

The light from the staff flashed away.

But for Morgan, it would be enough to see clearly the fleeing half-orc for a moment.

Three arrows were placed on the bowstring, and Morgan pulled the whole full moon this time.

"Swoosh swish swish..."

Three arrows instantly shot into the dark night.

Soon, everyone on the battlefield heard screams coming from outside the camp.

"Two escaped..."

Morgan jumped off the boulder and spoke, with a clear regret in his tone.

Each time these orcs kill one, they are likely to have soul power, and it is of course a pity that they are run away.

Of course, others must not understand what Morgan really means.

"Morgan, nothing, you're already very awesome today..."

Sure enough, I thought Morgan was blaming himself, and a dwarf immediately responded.

"Yes, Morgan saved me once..."

The dwarf Ge Luoyin also spoke in a muffled voice.

As soon as he got distracted, he was almost cut by the orc who rushed up. Fortunately, Morgan shot the orc to death in time.

Although it is embarrassing to be saved in such a small battlefield, it is a fact that Morgan saved himself.

Ge Luoyin has a strong self-esteem, but he will never be disdain to lie about such things.

Seeing that Morgan blamed himself, he immediately spoke for Morgan.

"I have only heard of the sharpshooters of the Elf clan that can shoot three arrows at a time."

"Morgan's current archery technique is..."

The white-bearded dwarf Balin also smiled and said, but he had not finished speaking.

"Aowu..."

Suddenly, a low terrifying howl immediately came from the wilderness.

Everyone's expressions changed, and Gandalf immediately spoke, "The orcs are calling for reinforcements, we should leave!"

Thorin Oak Shield's face immediately sank. He and the orcs were enemies, and he also knew what this voice meant, especially when a battle just now: "Go, go quickly!"

"Qilifeli to pull the horse..."

"Ponbo packs up the tableware, and the others pack their own things..."

"quick..."

Gandalf and Thorin Oak Shield spoke at the same time, and the group immediately knew the seriousness of the matter.

Get it packed up quickly immediately.

Soon, the group led the horse and ran wildly in the dark wilderness.

It is obviously very dangerous to walk outside the wilderness at night.

Fortunately, the expedition team is large.

"Quick, keep up..."

"Damn it, come back, you've gone the wrong way..."

"Here..."

"It's too dark, I can't see clearly..."

Time passed slowly, and at some point the crescent moon in the sky emerged from the clouds again.

The hazy moonlight shines on the earth.

Among the rolling mountains.

A group of people were running wildly.

“How long have we been running?”

"have no idea..."

"Are the orcs still following?"

"have no idea..."

"It shouldn't be up to you, I don't seem to hear any movement..."

"Continue running, you can't stop. Those Gundamba wolves have a very powerful nose..."

"Come on here..."

This group of people who fled in a panic led the horses were naturally the Gushan Expedition Team where Morgan was located.

I escaped from the orc scout's sneak attack not long ago, and I didn't dare to stop at this time.

Time passes slowly.

When the eastern sky began to emit a trace of white glow.

The members of the expedition team who had been running wildly for the middle of the night finally couldn't stand it anymore.

“Huh…Huh…”

"It's almost dawn, and the orcs shouldn't be able to catch up with you..."

"Can I rest? I really can't run..."

"I'm so hungry..."

"Me too..."

Looking at the panting, chirping dwarves.

Thorin Oak Shield looked up at Gandalf.

"Orcs don't like daytime..."

Gandalf said casually when he knew what Thorin Oak Shield wanted to ask.

"Then let's take a rest..."

Thorin Oak Shield nodded and walked to the side.

The dwarves immediately breathed a sigh of relief after obtaining the consent of the dwarf prince.

You have to lie down and rest on the spot.

But when he heard Thorin Oak Shield shake his head again, he said, "This place is not OK, it is too open and not safe enough."

Gandalf, who had just taken out the cigarette pole, paused, looked up and looked left and right, pointed to the woods in the distance and said, "Go over there, it would be much better to have the woods cover it."

Thorin Oak Shield looked over and nodded quickly: "Just go there."

Half an hour later.

The expedition team and his team arrived in a forest land halfway up the mountain.

Solin Oak Shield soon saw a long abandoned wooden house and a relatively flat open space around it.

"Just here..."

"Qilly Feli to feed the horse..."

"Ponbobobu makes fire..."
To be continued...