The First Title [Seeking Recommendation Tickets]

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

Three arrows whistled through the air, piercing the silence.

The distance was so close.

In almost the blink of an eye.

The three arrows reached the Troll.

"Awoo!"

The Troll let out a dull, shrill scream that instantly shook the entire forest.

"Morgan hit it!"

Watching the Troll clutch its face and shriek, the dwarves felt a surge of joy and, without needing any orders, immediately retreated at full speed.

Just as the dwarves had feared.

Plunged into excruciating pain, the Troll went berserk, its massive hands flailing wildly in every direction.

The dwarves scrambled backward for their lives.

However, Bombur, the stoutest among the dwarves, tripped over his own feet while retreating; as he scrambled to get back up and run, the frenzied Troll swiped him with a palm.

Like being struck by a speeding truck, Bombur's body flew dozens of meters backward, slamming into the trunk of a large tree before dropping to the ground.

"Bombur."

"Bombur!"

The dwarves cried out in alarm, and those who had just gained some distance from the Troll were about to rush toward him.

Just then, the crazed Troll inadvertently groped around and found the thick tree-trunk weapon it had dropped earlier.

And so, an even more terrifying frenzy began.

Standing five meters tall with a massive, hulking frame, the Troll swung the thick tree trunk, smashing it wildly at everything around it.

In an instant, vegetation flew, dust swirled, mud splattered, and the earth shook.

Even giant trees as thick as a man's torso were easily knocked over or snapped in two by the rampaging Troll.

Morgan and Gandalf, who was on the perimeter, retreated rapidly.

The dwarves who were closer to the Troll scrambled to escape with everything they had.

If they were hit by that club, it wouldn't just be the same outcome as Bombur being swiped away.

They would surely be smashed to pieces, ending up as dwarf-patties.

"Huff, huff."

When the dwarves had fled to a safe enough distance and were panting heavily as they watched the frenzied Troll ahead.

Only then did they clearly see where Morgan had struck the Troll.

At this moment, three arrows were embedded in the face of the rampaging Troll.

One arrow had struck just above the Troll's eye socket.

The other two arrows had pierced directly into the Troll's now blood-soaked eye socket.

One arrow had only sunk in halfway, leaving half the shaft and the blood-stained fletching exposed.

The last arrow had buried its entire shaft into the socket, with only the fletching, now dyed completely black with blood, faintly visible.

"Whew."

Only then did everyone heave a massive sigh of relief.

With the deaths of the previous two Trolls as a precedent, no matter how large this one was, it was doomed to die after being shot like this.

The current frenzy was merely the death throes of a dying beast.

As they relaxed in relief, everyone couldn't help but look toward Morgan in the other direction.

Morgan's Archery was truly too strong, too formidable.

All three giant Trolls had been struck in their only fatal weak point—the eyes—and all had died by Morgan's hand.

Such a terrifying feat was exactly like that of a legendary protagonist from the tales of bards.

Once Morgan's record of slaying three giant Trolls in a single day spread throughout Middle-earth.

He would surely become the most popular figure in every tavern across the land.

But if he wanted to enjoy such treatment, Morgan would have to wait a long time.

In a world of cold steel, stories did not travel quickly.

Moreover, all the participants who knew of this event were still on a desperate, fleeing adventure.

However, Morgan didn't need to worry; his record of slaying three giant Trolls in succession today would certainly spread.

Because the vast majority of the witnesses present were dwarves.

Dwarves loved nothing more than drinking and bragging; surely, without anyone even asking, they would be boasting about Morgan's deeds after just a few extra drinks.

At the same time, they would certainly say: "Look, I was Morgan's companion back then; he may have killed those three Trolls, but I played a part in it too."

Killing three giant Trolls in a row.

Calling Morgan a Troll Terminator or a Troll Butcher would not be an exaggeration at all.

Just like Thorin back in the day, who earned the title "Oakenshield" after picking up a piece of oak to use as a shield and turning the tide in a fierce battle against the Orcs.

At this moment, if anyone were to call Morgan a "Troll Terminator," "Troll Butcher," or "Troll Bane"...

In the eyes of the Company members, it would be completely reasonable and justified.

Because Morgan deserves it; he has the qualifications.

Morgan was naturally unaware of what the members of the Company were thinking at this moment.

He was even less aware that in the hearts of the Company members, he had already earned his first "title."

Come to think of it, in all of Middle-earth.

Very few figures manage to earn a title, and every one of them is a powerhouse.

Let's talk about some who are relatively close to Morgan.

"Thorin Oakenshield."

And who is Thorin Oakenshield: the leader of the House of Turin, the most powerful, most precious, and most orthodox of the seven clans of Dwarves in Middle-earth.

He experienced the war that destroyed the Kingdom Under the Mountain when the dragon Smaug attacked.

He participated in several battles between the Dwarves and the Orcs, especially in the most significant Battle of Azanulbizar, where, after his grandfather, the King Under the Mountain Thror, was killed in action, Thorin Oakenshield turned the tide, defeated the great Orc chieftain, and single-handedly reversed the collapsing battle.

Thereby, he won the recognition and love of the entire House of Turin.

Thorin Oakenshield's strength, ability, and combat record are recognized throughout Middle-earth.

He is a well-deserved leader of the Dwarves.

Among all the Dwarves of Middle-earth, as far as Morgan knows, Thorin Oakenshield seems to be the only one who earned his title through his own deeds rather than inheriting it through status.

Let's talk about another one, the mortal enemy of the Dwarves.

The great Orc chieftain, Azog of Gundabad, known as "The Defiler" and "The Pale Orc."

Azog's strength, status, and title were all carved out through a series of terrifying wars and slaughters; it is a title truly earned.

In fact, one title alone is enough to convey the power and terror of Azog: Great Orc Chieftain.

There are others with titles, such as the Dark Lord Sauron or the Elf Queen; they are all truly big shots, big bosses.

Of course, titles vary in significance.

Just like the scale of combat records and achievements, they are certainly different.

In short, for Morgan to have earned his first title within just over two months of arriving in Middle-earth.

It is already a truly remarkable achievement.

Although Morgan is completely oblivious to this at the moment.

Back to the main point.

Under the distant observation of the Company members.

The frenzied Troll only lasted a little longer than the previous two after being shot in the eye sockets.

"Bang!"

As the Troll's massive body crashed to the ground.

These three Troll brothers, who were supposed to die in the sunlight according to the plot, had now all died at the hands of Morgan alone.

Thanks to book friend "Dark Judgment Knight" for the tip, thank you very much~~