"Swoosh..."

The arrow shot towards the woods ahead.

The moment my fingers loosened and the arrow was shot, Morgan suddenly had a strong premonition.

"This arrow will definitely hit!"

This is not Morgan's blind metaphysical premonition, but the ability brought by LV2-level archery.

I feel like I am in a position to grasp every arrow I shoot.

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

Morgan could clearly feel the moment he shot the arrow.

The dwarf Qili, not far away, obviously breathed rapidly.

Among the people present, the most nervous one should be Morgan himself.

But as a major contestant in his previous life, Morgan, who had been baptized by various major scenes, had no idea what nervousness felt. Once he arrived at the competition, the more he could inspire fighting spirit and focus.

Morgan was not nervous at all, so naturally it was the young dwarf Qili's turn to be nervous.

Just like in my previous life, no matter what competition it was, no matter how good the slogans said before the game, friendship first and second, I actually know what it is.

As long as you can win, whoever cares about friendship.

As long as it is a competition, there is nothing you don’t want to win.

They are all men, and there are so many people present at the scene.

In front of the Dwarf King's "uncle" Thorin Oak Shield, and a group of dwarf brothers.

In terms of bows and arrows that he is best at, Qili is naturally one hundred unwilling to lose to this human Morgan.

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

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

"I'll go and see..."

When Morgan shoots the arrow, it means that the competition is over. It depends on the result now.

Among the dwarves behind him, several dwarves who were anxious and wanted to know the result were immediately rushed to the woods not far away.

Not long after, the two of them walked back quickly with an arrow.

Both arrows shot the bird, a bird that was the size of an adult's palm, and was extremely unlucky.

It was just an arrow shot a bird.

And the other arrow shot two!

The arrow was so powerful that it shot through both birds, just like barbecue skewers.

"Here's here..."

"Who loses who wins?"

"Did Qili win or Morgan win?"

"Both of them shot..."

"Wow, who is this? He actually shot two birds with one arrow?"

As soon as the two dwarves who picked up birds came back, the dwarves who were watching the fun immediately met and started talking.

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

The dwarf with the bird came over, and Morgan and Chili walked over immediately.

At this time, everyone surrounded him.

Including Gandalf and the Thorin Oak Shield, who has always been aloof.

Bilbo followed outside and kept looking around.

Although the lengths of arrows and arrows will not be much different.

But the bows and arrows forged by humans by Morgan, and the bows and arrows forged by the dwarfs by Qili were used by Qili.

There must be a difference.

In fact, in the eyes of Morgan and Qili, the arrows he used could almost recognize at a glance.

This is the simplest observation.

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

In order to make everyone more clear, this is necessary to compare.

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

Morgan recognized the arrow that was one of his own with one arrow, and finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He used a little trick in the competition before.

With the archery skills of two people, shooting birds in such an environment is nothing.

The higher the attainment of archery, the more the competition is, it is not just the ability to archery, but more about patience.

Morgan's trick was that he asked the dwarf Qili to take action first.

The moment you hit the bird, it will inevitably alarm other birds flying around.

This will give him a chance to kill two birds with one stone.

Only in this way can he win the competition with an undisputed result.

Otherwise, if both of them only shoot one bird, how can they calculate the winning or losing?

Of course, this premise is that Morgan must have enough attainments in bows and arrows and have the ability to kill two birds with one stone.

Instead of blind cats hitting dead rats, it's just luck.

"I lost..."

"No need to watch it, this one is mine."

Looking at the two arrows, and before he could take out the arrow from his body to compare, the dwarf Qili pointed at the arrow that shot a bird and spoke very simply.

Morgan can recognize his arrows, so can Qili.

As mentioned earlier, dwarves are stubborn in logarithms and are paranoid in stubbornness.

But it is equally straightforward, generous, and straightforward.

Win is winning, lose if you lose!

He Qili is not a dwarf who cannot afford to lose.

“Morgan’s archery skills are indeed better than mine.”

Qili looked at Morgan and smiled. Although he was a little reluctant, he still admitted that he had lost and was already generous.

"Just luck..."

"You know, your arrow scared away all the birds in the woods."

"so..."

Morgan was even more straightforward, not only modestly admitting that it was luck, but also told the reasons.

Such a big step was handed to Qili, and it was difficult for Qili to give him any advice.

Sure enough, after Morgan finished speaking, Qili immediately smiled, and the depressed look on his face became much more relaxed.

"Morgan, you don't need to comfort me. If you want to wear something like this at night, you can't just take a chance."

"I hope I can compete with you again in the future..."

Qili shook his head and spoke, smiling a little shyly.

After all, for the young and lack of experience, Qili, who is young and has not had enough experience, he is still a little embarrassed to ask a human who has just known him for less than half a day.

“There is definitely a chance.”

“We are friends aren’t we?”

Morgan smiled as he patted Qili's shoulder like a big brother.

Not mentioning Morgan is enjoying Chili's touting.

The two sides of the bet decided.

The dwarves gathered to gamble on the side quickly cheered and wailed.

Squeeze Morgan.

Is it a big win for Jili?

Dwarves have always been straight.

Morgan and Qili won the competition neatly, but they were not proud and arrogant after winning.
To be continued...