Contentment

"Stink!"

"Extremely stinky!"

"A stench beyond compare!"

Stepping into the dim cave of the Stone Troll, this was the only sensation Morgan felt.

Come to think of it, the Stone Troll itself also smelled quite foul, a sort of fishy rot.

But compared to the stench inside this cave, that was truly a drop in the bucket.

Morgan didn't even know how to find the words to describe the smell of this cave.

In any case, using whatever you could imagine to be the most putrid thing to describe the odor in this cave would not be an exaggeration at all.

"Damn it."

Morgan felt a bit dizzy from the fumes and shook his head vigorously.

Finally, he couldn't help but tear a strip off the long-sleeved garment under his leather armor.

Once both nostrils were plugged with the scrap of cloth.

Unable to smell the outside world anymore, Morgan felt much better.

Only then did he have the heart to examine the surrounding environment of the cave.

This cave was very large and very spacious.

Actually, thinking about it, a cave capable of housing those three giant Stone Troll could hardly be small.

The cave was spacious, but the interior was equally terrifying.

Except for a grayish-white path in the middle that was relatively clean, the area on both sides of the path was littered with all sorts of picked-clean bones.

After observing, Morgan realized that the reason this path appeared grayish-white was because it had been formed by the crushed bone fragments pressed into the ground.

The countless bones belonged to various animals, and some were human as well.

The dozen or so members of the Company were all searching for the Stone Troll's cave, and this place could be discovered by others at any moment.

Morgan observed quickly, and after finding no hidden dangers.

He immediately strode toward the depths of the cave.

The further he walked into the depths of the cave, the dimmer the light became.

The stench also grew more intense.

Although Morgan's nose was plugged with cloth and very dull.

His other senses were still exposed, so he could naturally feel it.

It was like his eyes were a second nose.

As he walked deeper into the cave, Morgan's eyes began to feel a trace of discomfort.

It was truly so stinky that it was stinging his eyes.

The light grew dimmer and dimmer; Morgan estimated that he had walked about fifty or sixty meters into the cave.

But he still couldn't see the end of the cave.

Apart from seeing a few rusty longswords stuck diagonally into the dirt along the way.

Morgan hadn't seen anything else of value.

Morgan continued to walk forward.

Not long after, he finally saw the end.

But apart from a large amount of weeds, hay, and a small amount of excrement.

Morgan didn't see even a single silver coin.

As for the Elven Sword from the plot in his memory, there wasn't even a trace of it.

This was the deepest part of the cave, obviously the place where the Stone Troll rested.

But where was his great sword?

Morgan looked left and right but couldn't find what he wanted, and his mood grew irritable.

Ever since he discovered early this morning that the temporary camp was the one from his memory of the plot.

He had been pondering the idea of raiding the Stone Troll's cave.

Now the Stone Troll were all dead, and the team had been pulled back onto the track similar to the plot in his memory.

He had also fulfilled his wish to be the first to stand in the Stone Troll's lair.

He had been thinking of taking this opportunity to make a big haul, only to find that there was nothing at all.

All the effort he had put into thinking about it for half the day had turned out to be a pipe dream.

Anyone would be frustrated and annoyed by this.

"It couldn't possibly be hidden inside these stinky weeds and hay, could it?"

After searching the surroundings thoroughly, Morgan looked at the vast patches of weeds before him and thought seriously.

Even though his nose was stuffed tight.

Morgan could still imagine the stench of the environment, not to mention the grass that had been used as a mattress by the Troll to sleep on.

Wait.

What was that?

Just as Morgan was about to step forward to rummage through the area.

Suddenly, his eyes caught a glimpse of a path at the far end of the side.

It was just relatively a bit narrower.

Also, because the surrounding environment was dim, Morgan could not see it very clearly.

It was very easy to overlook this dim little path before him.

Morgan stepped forward immediately.

Passing through the path, a spacious stone cave appeared before Morgan's eyes.

Then he saw a large quantity of gold and silver coins, covered in dust and dirt, scattered all over the floor.

In addition to the large amount of gold and silver coins, there was a dilapidated weapon rack covered in dust and cobwebs, with a few weapons scattered on it.

Deep in the corner, an exquisite treasure chest, half a meter long and wide, was also half-open, filled with gold coins and various gemstones.

"Finally found it!"

Looking at the stone cave before him, Morgan's face was filled with joy, and he let out a huge sigh of relief in his heart.

Next was the time for the harvest.

Morgan strode forward, walked straight to the dazzling, exquisite treasure chest, and began to pick and choose.

It was impossible for Morgan to swallow such a whole chest of treasure all by himself.

Because he had nothing to put it in.

Although he could dig a hole and bury the treasure chest as in the plot he remembered.

But firstly, it would take time, because other members of the Company could come looking for him at any time.

Secondly, no matter how one filled in a newly dug hole, there would be traces, and it would be awkward if it were discovered.

Thinking of the mountains and seas of gold and silver wealth in the underground kingdom of the Lonely Mountain in the plot he remembered.

Morgan felt that it was not worth it to have a conflict with the group of Dwarves for such a small amount of things.

Besides, although the three Trolls were all killed by his arrows.

But if it weren't for the group of Dwarves risking their lives to keep pestering and harassing the Trolls.

It would be hard to say whether Morgan could have successfully killed even one Troll.

Not to mention that he remembered that Bofur and Bombur were both seriously injured because of this.

Morgan could not bring himself to swallow all this treasure alone.

After picking out a money bag full of the most valuable gemstones of various crystal-clear colors.

Morgan stopped.

He walked toward the weapon rack on the side without any nostalgia.

A few weapons were inserted messily on it, but they were covered by cobwebs filled with a large amount of dust.

He could not see clearly what kind of weapons they were.

Morgan reached out to brush away the cobwebs, and the true appearance of the weapons was immediately revealed.

A long sword with a shape similar to a cross sword, a single-edged weapon similar to a long saber, and a short sword.

Morgan drew the cross long sword and blew away the thick dust covering the blade.

At the very first glance, he could tell that, in terms of forging materials alone, the long sword before him far exceeded the sword he was currently carrying.

The long sword was silver-white as a whole, with an exquisite and beautiful shape, full of high-end texture.

Looking at the long sword before him, Morgan suddenly felt that this was not just a sword, but more like a work of art.

In the Middle-earth world of cold weapons.

There were not many races that could forge their own weapons.

And the races that could forge weapons like this work of art were even fewer.

"Swish."

Morgan suddenly drew the long sword.

The blade was also silver-white, clean as new, with a cold, biting glint.

Morgan brought his finger close to the blade and immediately felt a stinging sensation.

That was the pressure of the blade's incomparable sharpness against his skin.

Clang.

The longsword slid back into its scabbard.

Morgan was extremely satisfied in his heart. Truly a fine blade.

Just at this moment.

A clamor suddenly erupted from outside.

"Over here."

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