A Twist of Fate

Morgan knew what the dwarves were thinking.

Just as Thorin Oakenshield had said before.

Now that the Stone Troll was trying to escape, there was truly no need for the dwarves to risk their lives in a desperate fight.

If Morgan hadn't known about the treasure hidden in the troll's cave, he would have agreed with this approach; it was perfectly understandable.

But the key was that the troll's lair contained not only a significant amount of gold and silver but also several high-quality Elven Sword blades.

It was just that Morgan couldn't explain this to the group.

The longsword Morgan was currently using was still the most ordinary iron sword the original owner had brought from Fero Town as part of the Town Guard.

He had been wanting to replace his longsword for a long time.

Over a month ago in Hobbiton, when Gandalf took him to sell that giant bear, he had wanted to change swords, but he didn't have enough money.

Now, those high-quality Elven Sword blades hidden in the Stone Troll's cave were waiting for him with eager anticipation.

How could Morgan possibly resist this?

Just like someone who loves gaming dreams of owning an Alienware, someone who loves motorcycles dreams of a Kawasaki, or someone who loves cars dreams of a Lamborghini or Ferrari.

Now, Morgan, who loved swords, was equally unable to resist the temptation of the high-quality Elven longswords.

Does it really have to come down to me doing it alone?

Watching the last and largest Stone Troll break through the dwarves' encirclement, about to run deep into the forest.

This thought popped into Morgan's mind once again.

He had already shot and killed two of the three Stone Trolls, and now only the last one remained.

If he really had to take it on alone, while killing the opponent might be a bit troublesome, it definitely wouldn't be too difficult.

But the key was that killing the opponent was simple.

Monopolizing the treasure and swords in the Stone Troll's cave was also simple.

The hard part was how to explain to the Company where he got the Elven Sword if he produced one.

He couldn't exactly say he just picked it up on the road.

Morgan wanted to gain the trust of the group, which would be beneficial for his future plans.

He was doing quite well so far, but if he rashly produced an Elven Sword without a plausible explanation, it would likely damage that trust, which would be a net loss.

Damn it!

Morgan felt annoyed, suddenly noticing that the rain around him had eased significantly.

Looking up at the sky, he saw that it had brightened up quite a bit.

This early autumn rainstorm had been pouring for nearly an hour, so it was likely nearing its end.

And with the commotion caused by the Stone Troll.

Once the rain stopped, Thorin Oakenshield would surely have the group continue on their journey immediately.

Forget it, regardless of whether I can use them or not, I'll kill that Stone Troll first and claim the treasure and Elven Sword blades in its cave for myself!

At worst, I'll just bury them, leave a mark, and come back to get them when I have time later.

Just as Morgan made up his mind.

The last Stone Troll was on the verge of escaping into the depths of the forest.

Suddenly, a blindingly bright white light erupted right in front of the troll.

The Stone Troll looked terrified, covering its eyes and roaring as it scrambled backward.

But because its frame was so large, it retreated too hastily and fell onto its backside after only a couple of steps.

BOOM

The ground shook.

At this moment, the members of the Company hadn't yet looked away from the Stone Troll.

Seeing this sudden turn of events, Morgan was overjoyed.

He gripped his longbow and immediately gave chase.

At this moment, the person responsible for causing such a fright to the Stone Troll stepped out.

Dressed in a grey robe, holding a wooden staff, and wearing a grey pointed hat.

It was none other than the wizard Gandalf, who had left earlier.

Seeing the dwarves still standing there indifferent, Gandalf immediately shouted: "These are Stone Troll, and this kind of monster is extremely vengeful."

"What are you still standing there for? Are you waiting for this monster to come find you for a chat tonight?"

As Gandalf's voice fell, Thorin Oakenshield reacted immediately.

"Quick, go up and pin it down, create an opportunity for Morgan!"

Thorin Oakenshield's expression changed as he roared.

The dwarves finally reacted, immediately charging toward the fallen Troll.

The Trolls, originally terrified of light, had been in a state of extreme panic.

But upon realizing they were unharmed, the Trolls quickly regained their composure.

However, being massive and strong, the Trolls—standing nearly five meters tall—could not easily scramble back up once they had fallen to the ground.

Before the Troll could rise, Morgan, who had been the first to move, quickly sprinted to its side.

Looking at the behemoth struggling to get up right before his eyes.

Morgan immediately vaulted onto a nearby large tree, quickly climbed to the middle of the trunk, hooked his feet around it, and leaned his body out. With one hand holding his bow, he drew an arrow from the quiver on his back with the other.

Unlike the focus he had maintained while dealing with these Trolls previously, where he used a single arrow.

This time, Morgan drew three arrows.

The three arrows were quickly nocked onto the bowstring, and as Morgan looked at the massive Troll, his gaze became instantly focused and incredibly profound.

Morgan had not yet struck.

At this moment, the Troll was struggling and on the verge of standing up.

The group of dwarves finally arrived.

Thorin Oakenshield looked at the figure hanging from the tree trunk not far away, bow drawn and aimed at the Troll, and immediately roared:

"Quick, hurry! Don't let it stand up!"

As Thorin Oakenshield shouted, he charged forward first, thrusting his sword fiercely into the thick lower limb of the Troll as it trembled while trying to stand.

The dwarves following closely behind Thorin Oakenshield also noticed Morgan's figure.

They swarmed forward, rushed to the Troll's side, and raised their various weapons, hacking and smashing wildly.

Even ants can kill a man if there are enough of them.

Moreover, the group of dwarves was far stronger than ants.

The barrage of attacks immediately injured the giant Troll's legs, and its massive body, which had been about to stand, lacked the strength to do so after a critical leg was wounded.

Its legs gave way, and with a loud boom, the Troll's entire massive frame crashed back to the ground.

"Damn it!"

"You damn little radishes!"

The Troll Menbo was furious, immediately swinging his large hand to swat at the surrounding dwarves.

These annoying, bothersome little radishes—once he got up, he would definitely swallow these dwarves alive.

Menbo had already noticed the human archer not far away, who had killed his brothers Robb and Kuibo, aiming at him.

Thus, he did not attempt to rise, but instead shielded his eyes with one hand and began to spin in place.

Menbo believed that as long as he wasn't shot in the eyes, that human archer couldn't do anything to him.

Morgan aimed at the massive Troll with absolute calm, not firing rashly, nor slacking in the slightest because of the Troll's attempt to cover its face.

He was waiting for the best opportunity, an opportunity for a kill-shot just like before.

He believed his companions would create such an opportunity for him.

Just as the Troll prepared to turn, Gandalf finally acted again.

He moved quickly toward the Troll and raised his staff high.

"Whoosh."

An intensely blinding white light bloomed once more before the Troll's eyes.

"Awoo!"

The Troll shrieked, its body recoiling in panic as its large, bald head tried desperately to dodge to the side.

"Now!"

In the split second that the Troll was in a panic and unable to shield its eyes.

Morgan seized the opportunity, and his fingers, resting on the longbow, released the string.