The Thief [Seeking Recommendation Tickets]

Looking at the dilapidated house in the corner of the camp, now reduced to nothing more than a skeletal frame.

Morgan's mind immediately recalled the relevant plot from his memories.

In the story, Gandalf and Thorin Oakenshield had a fierce argument over their route.

The location of that argument was inside the ruined wooden cabin of a temporary campsite.

And not far from the forest where that cabin stood, three giant Troll lived.

Because their horses were stolen just as the Expedition Team was settling in for the night.

The dwarves went to search for the horses, which was how they discovered the presence of the Troll.

Morgan had always had a deep impression of this plot point in his memory.

Because after Gandalf used the sunlight to kill the three Troll, the Expedition Team not only discovered a massive hoard of treasure in the cave the Troll used as a hideout.

They also found the highly precious Elven Sword, something Morgan remembered vividly.

However, after the battle last night, they had been fleeing from the middle of the night until early morning.

Plus, having just stopped to rest, Morgan had been busy checking his system gains and focusing on strengthening himself.

With his emotions fluctuating so wildly, he simply hadn't had the time to pay attention to other things.

As for after eating the roasted meat feast this morning, Morgan had been too busy training to correct the imbalance and discomfort caused by his strengthened body.

That was why he hadn't noticed he had arrived at the site of this abandoned wooden cabin.

"What's wrong, Morgan?"

At this moment, Bilbo, seeing his reaction, followed him out and asked quickly.

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

Morgan turned his head to look at Bilbo and asked in return.

"Uh, because the distance was a bit far..."

"I think I heard Gandalf talking about going to some valley or something, and Thorin didn't seem to want to..."

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

Bilbo shrugged and replied.

"As I thought!"

Hearing Bilbo's words, Morgan was basically certain that he had arrived at the dwelling place of those three Troll.

"I see."

Morgan nodded and turned back into the tent.

Bilbo followed him, asking again: "Morgan, Gandalf should be coming back, right?"

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

After saying this, Morgan returned inside the tent.

The news that three Troll lived not far from this camp was definitely something he couldn't tell the others; he could only keep it to himself.

Because Morgan had no way to explain how he knew.

However, since he knew that the Troll's hideout contained a massive amount of treasure and the Elven Sword.

How to figure out a way to secure the maximum benefit was what Morgan needed to think about now.

It was only morning; if the heavy rain outside continued to fall for the entire day.

The team might continue to stay here for the time being.

But if the rain stopped, Thorin Oakenshield would definitely have the team continue on their journey.

Furthermore, Morgan remembered from the plot that after the Expedition Team looted the treasure and the sword from the three Troll's cave, they immediately encountered Orc.

However, in the original plot, that seemed to be the first time the Expedition Team had encountered Orc.

In reality, the team had already been discovered by an Orc scout party last night.

The plot had changed.

The current Expedition Team was very likely to be tracked down by Orc at any moment.

Even in broad daylight!

Morgan hadn't forgotten that in the original plot, it was the day after looting the Troll cave.

The Expedition Team encountered the Orc during the day, even under clear skies.

Although Orc disliked sunlight and preferred not to be active during the day.

But when encountering enemies like dwarves, they could be mobilized at any time.

In short, if Morgan wanted to make a profit from the cave where the three Troll were hiding, he had to act as soon as possible.

Otherwise, whether the team moved on or the Orc attacked.

Morgan's plans would all go up in smoke.

"Morgan, are you going out to bathe?"

At this moment, Bilbo, who had stripped down to nothing but a pair of shorts, asked with a hint of excitement.

His train of thought interrupted, Morgan turned to glance at Bilbo, then listened to the sounds of the dwarves laughing and shouting outside before replying, "Of course, you go ahead."

During a long journey in the wild, especially when most of the time is spent trekking through mountains and forests, getting a chance to bathe is no easy feat.

If they couldn't find a river or a stream, they had to make do with rainwater.

Come to think of it, aside from worrying about their clothes and food supplies getting soaked, the Expedition Team actually looked forward to rainy days because it meant they could wash up.

Morgan was naturally no exception.

"Better hurry up and get that bath over with."

Seeing the dwarves all bathing outside, Morgan didn't dawdle; he took off his boots and leg armor, donned only a pair of loose shorts, and stepped out of the tent.

"Rumble."

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

Watching the torrential downpour outside the tent, it felt as if the entire world was shrouded in a curtain of rain.

Morgan felt that if it weren't for the thunder rumbling in the sky, this downpour would have been even more perfect.

Watching the dwarves excitedly waving their arms and shouting in the rain, Morgan felt a bit concerned, worrying that if these dwarves were struck by lightning, they might drag him down with them.

Half an hour later.

Morgan returned to the tent.

After drying his dripping hair, Morgan quickly changed his clothes and put on his leather armor.

He had been thinking it over; if he wanted to make a haul from the Troll cave as quickly as possible without making others suspicious, he would have to act alone.

Morgan was fully dressed, his longsword buckled on, his longbow and quiver slung over his back, and he was just about to head out when a sudden exclamation came from outside the tent.

"Good heavens, what is that monster?"

"Damn it, that monster is stealing our ponies!"

"Fili, quick, stop that monster!"

"Hurry, call the others!"

Hearing the urgent cries from outside, Morgan immediately thought of something. His heart leaped with joy, and he hurried toward the tent entrance.

Just then, Bilbo, who had just rushed in from the rain in his little shorts, slammed right into Morgan's waist.

"What happened?"

Morgan grabbed Bilbo and asked.

"Outside... outside there's a monster, a huge, huge monster!"

Bilbo gestured wildly, his face pale with panic.

"I understand."

"Gandalf isn't here, so be careful."

Morgan patted Bilbo on the shoulder and strode directly into the curtain of rain.

A dozen ponies were tethered in the woods at the edge of the camp.

Hearing the commotion outside, all the dwarves who had been in their tents rushed out, weapons in hand.

"Morgan, what's going on?"

"I don't know either."

"Over there, let's go!"

The rain was getting heavier.

In the pouring rain, Morgan and the group of dwarves, weapons drawn, hurried to the woods where the ponies were tied.

From a distance, they saw a massive monster, at least three meters tall, standing in the woods further ahead, clutching a pony tightly in one of its giant hands.

In its other hand, it was swinging a dead tree trunk wildly.

In front of the towering monster, the dwarves Fili and Kili were leaping about, brandishing their short swords to distract the beast.

Seeing Morgan and the others arrive, they shouted, "Over here!"