Start with the Lord of the Rings

Victory night.

Inside the splendid, brightly lit Gondor Palace hall.

The atmosphere was lively and noisy.

Three huge long tables were filled with all kinds of food, wine, and delicacies.

Every long table was full of people.

Even if it's just a makeshift dinner party.

However, the strength of the kingdom of Gondor, the representative of the human race, was fully revealed in the food and wine on the table.

In terms of delicate dishes, the dishes in front of them are indeed not as good as Rivendell, and not as good as Roth Lorien in the Golden Forest.

But when it comes to variety, the number of Gondor delicacies exceeds those of the two elven holy places.

on the main table.

King Aragorn took the top seat.

Morgan and Gandalf sat next to each other.

Then Legolas, Gimli and Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin and the rest of the expedition.

And there are also Eomer, the third Marshal of Rohan, Hal Barad, the "grey coat of arms", Eowyn the princess of Rohan, and the two sons of Elrond's elf lord, Elladan and Elohir, There was even Faramir who had to go to the dinner table in a bandaged condition.

Just mention it here.

Following the orders of his father Denethor, he led a team of several hundred to attack the Moroccan army of tens of thousands of people.

Faramir's soldiers were all wiped out.

Although he himself looks terrifying.

That's why Denethor saw Faramir even crazier during the day.

Fortunately, the injuries were not fatal.

Even though Denethor knew that his younger son was not dead, he still took his younger son and set himself on fire on the road.

Fortunately, Gandalf came to the rescue in time.

This allowed Faramir to survive.

As for Denethor's death, it was entirely self-inflicted.

Back to the topic.

The seats of these people are no longer ranked in priority order.

In short, they are all people who played an important role in this battle.

"Come on, cheers."

"cheers."

"boom"

"Grumbling."

"Ah so comfortable."

"Continued Cup."

"Gimli, drink slowly, don't be the same as last time at the Horn Fort."

"Ha ha."

"You pointy-eared boy is long-winded."

"I was just careless last time"

"I definitely won't this time"

"That's not necessarily, you say that every time."

"Ha ha ha ha."

In the hall, there was laughter.

At this time.

The main hall door was suddenly opened from the outside.

A Gondor warrior with a smile on his face rushed into the hall and shouted, "Boromir, Lord Boromir is awake."

The voice fell.

The originally lively hall was immediately quiet.

Immediately, all kinds of surprise exclamations sounded.

The quickest and most violent one was Faramir.

I saw him with one hand tied with a bandage around his neck, his whole body suddenly stood up, looked at the soldier in front, suppressed his inner excitement, and said directly: "Repeat what you just said."

"Lord Boromir woke up, just now, not long ago."

The soldier spoke quickly and clearly.

Faramir couldn't control it any longer, and turned to leave the table.

But thinking that the King Aragorn was still there, he immediately turned his head and said something to Aragorn, then left the dining table and strode out with the messenger soldiers.

As soon as Faramir left, everyone in the hall realized it and talked a lot.

"Boromir, Boromir is awake?"

"You must know that the pharmacist in Gondor said that Boromir was helpless and would never wake up in this life."

"If Lord Denethor knew that Boromir would wake up now, I don't know if he would."

"Hey, who could have predicted such a thing."

"However, no one expected that Lord Denethor's character would become like that."

"Okay, our real king has returned now, let's talk less."

"Yes, the future of Gondor will only get better and better under the leadership of the King"

"Come on, drink, and toast."

There were discussions around the two tables.

"Boromir is awake. It's great. He was injured by an arrow to save us. I'm going to see him. Who of you is with me?"

On the main table, Merry the Hobbit stood up and looked at the crowd.

The first to respond was his little friend and good friend, Pippin, the Hobbit. He immediately stood up, raised his hand and said, "I, I'm going too."

"I'm going to see too"

Legolas stood up immediately.

"Count me in, that kid Boromir said he wanted to drink with me."

Gimli said, putting down the knife and fork in his hand, and wiped his oil-stained hands with a table cloth.

"Anyone else?"

Seeing Legolas and Gimli standing up again and again, Pippin looked at Morgan and Gandalf stupidly.

"And of course me."

At this time, Aragorn in the main seat smiled and put down the wine glass in his hand and stood up.

Soon, after a few words with the people in the hall.

Aragorn quickly left the palace hall with several members of the expedition and walked towards the ward where Boromir was.

When several expedition partners left.

Gandalf took a sip of wine and looked at Morgan opposite: "Why don't you go with us?"

Morgan, who was concentrating on dealing with the lamb chops on the plate, ate a knife and fork, and then smiled: "I just think there must be a lot of people visiting now."

"It's better to wait until there are fewer people, and then go after he is in better health."

See Morgan say so.

Gandalf just smiled.

Maybe Morgan wasn't telling the truth.

But that doesn't matter.

Just like his impression of the selfish Boromir has not been very good.

But it doesn't affect him trying his best to save Boromir at a critical time.

Perhaps, in this regard, Morgan and himself have similar ideas.

"Come on, cheers."

Morgan ate the last lamb chop on his plate and raised his glass.

"Have you sent the expedited letters to the various kingdom forces in the north?"

Morgan put down his glass and asked Gandalf.

"call"

Gandalf drank the wine in one gulp and exhaled: "Send it out"

"It will be sent out in the afternoon."

"May Thorin Oakenshield of Lonely Mountain and King Brand of Riverdale hold out until news of our victory arrives."

Speaking of this, Gandalf's countenance became heavy at once.

Only those who have an understanding of the whole world situation.

Only then will we know how important the war that took place in the northern battlefield this time is.

It is true that the Battle of the Plains of Pelenor that took place in Gondor caused a sensation in the whole world.

But if not in the northern Gushan Erebo Kingdom, and the River Valley Kingdom Kingdom, the river valley battlefield where the Dongyi army is contained.

This war will never end so smoothly.

"It's definitely fine."

For Gandalf's worries, Morgan nodded seriously: "Erebo has been recuperating in Thorin's hands for sixty years, and his vitality has recovered."

"The development of River Valley State over the years, Gandalf, you should have seen it the last time you went to Lonely Mountain."

"With the addition and expansion of the Erebo gate, the current Erebo kingdom is far more difficult to break through than the former Erebo."

"These Sorin and Bahrain they must know better than you and me"

"So, I'm not too worried about them."

"In contrast, I worry about Mirkwood."

"The "City of Hex" Dol Guldur has never been able to be wiped out. There are not a few orcs hidden in it, and I am afraid that this time they will also take the opportunity to come out."

Morgan spoke calmly.

Gandalf agreed.

The two have discussed similar issues more than once.

"Do not worry"

Gandalf got up and poured a glass of wine for Morgan, comforting: "Although the Elf King Thranduil is sometimes as stubborn as the dwarves, he is not so easy to talk."

"However, the Woodland Kingdom can survive in the dark jungle for so many years, and it will never be easily defeated."

Faced with Gandalf's consolation, Morgan had no choice but to nod: "I hope so."

Speaking of which, because there is no plot about Lonely Mountain and the Woodland Kingdom even at the end of the memory plot.

This made the unpredictable Morgan a little uneasy, especially when his wife, daughter and son were still involved.

Gandalf, who was sitting opposite, obviously knew what Morgan was worried about.

At this time, he didn't say more, he drank all the wine in the cup, and then reached out and wiped the cigarette rod around his waist.

It was only when I touched the empty waist that I suddenly realized it.

Since he returned from death and was promoted to white robe, he has not smoked for a long time.

Because of the fatigue after the war.

The dinner didn't last long.

night.

When Morgan lived in a spacious and luxurious room, lying on the long-lost soft big bed, he could not help letting out a long sigh of relief.

He hadn't slept in such a bed for a long time.

But now is not the time to sigh.

Next, it's time to witness the miracle, no, it's time to witness the harvest.

Mind moving.

Brush brush.

One after another pale white virtual data began to jump and flicker in the void in front of Morgan.

【Time Traveler: Morgan】

【Race: Human】

[Biological Level: Second-Order]

【Soul Power: 4】

[Attributes: Strength LV7; Constitution LV7; Agility LV6; Spirit LV6]

[Ability: Common Language; Muay Thai LV2; White Crow Swordsmanship (Proficient) LV4; Archery (Proficient) LV4; Rock Body (Special Technique); Dragon Power (Special Technique); Charge (Special Technique); Spiritual Shock (Special Technique) Skill); Eagle Eye (Special Skill); Quick Flash (Special Skill); Any Door (Special Skill)]

[Talent: Intimacy (Special Skill)]

[Current world exploration progress: 19.22%]

【.】

Look at the data that keeps flashing in front of you.

Morgan narrowed his eyes and waited silently.

Soon, he saw the data behind the soul power column.

"Four points of total soul power."

"Subtract the remaining two points of soul power from last time."

"There are still two points of soul power left."

"Two Points of Soul Power Harvest"

"My harvest this time should mainly be on the Angmar Witch King who "killed" the head of the Nazgul."

"Then, the one who killed the huge mammoth should have taken some."

"As for the other small soldiers and trash fish, the benefits to me now are negligible and can be ignored."

Look at the panel data bar in front of you.

Morgan quickly recalled his own killing record and harvest analysis in this war.

After some analysis.

Morgan was quite satisfied with the two-point soul power harvest this time.

After all, just keep your expectations to a minimum before the battle.

Then every battle after that will be a surprise.

The soul power harvest is finished.

Morgan's gaze continued to move down.

Soon, he saw the progress of his current world exploration: 19.22%.

Compared to the previous exploration progress.

This time it has undoubtedly skyrocketed more and more powerfully.

However, considering the importance of this time known as the Battle of the Plains of Pelenor, the participating parties involved in the war include Gondor, Rohan, Modo Orcs, Haradians, Southern Pirates and many other races.

This battle will determine the course of the world and the battle of belonging, and its importance is beyond doubt.

Morgan didn't find it too strange that the exploration progress had increased so much.

Of course, analysis is analysis.

After the analysis, Morgan looked at what was in front of him: 19.22% of the data was happy.

Because the 20% exploration progress is not far away.

And 20% is Morgan's presumed standard value for the next achievement reward achieved by his system achievements.

The products produced by the system must be high-quality products.

He was already looking forward to it.

"Nineteen percent"

"Maybe after three months, Aragorn completes the coronation of the King of Gondor, and after conferring all the ministers, the exploration progress should be able to reach 20%."

Morgan thought to himself.

Go back to the soul power column again.

He is ready to strengthen, four points of soul power are enough for him to strengthen once.

The level of White Crow Swordsmanship and Archery is still enough for him to use for the time being.

Before feeling limited.

Morgan decided to push the four attributes of the body as high as possible.

After all, compared to skills, the four attributes are obviously easier to master, and can be converted into combat power faster.

more importantly.

Morgan was a little worried, nervous, and a little confused about his future path.

The family knows their own affairs.

The name "Time Traveler" given to him by the system on his body is full of trouble.

With the end of this battle of Pelanno Plains.

The One Ring is destroyed.

Demon Lord Sauron died.

The main story of Middle-earth is almost over.

According to Morgan's understanding, the system is likely to let him go to the next world to fit the meaning of the title "Time Traveler".

After thinking about it over and over again, he realized that this possibility is really not small.

This is why he wants to push his strength as high as possible.

If he really wanted to go to an unfamiliar world as he thought, the higher his strength, the safer he would be.

thought here.

Morgan's eyes are dragging upstream of the four attributes.

This time, I didn't think too much about it.

Morgan focused on the most important physique among attributes.

[This strengthening consumes 3 soul power, is it strengthened? 】

"strengthen!"

"Physical LV8"

Pale white light flickers.

Feel the familiar heat that warms the internal organs and flesh in the body.

Morgan quickly felt better than he had ever been in his body.

"Unfortunately, the existing soul power is only enough to strengthen once."

Without further thinking, Morgan looked at the data panel in front of him again, and there was already a change.

【Time Traveler: Morgan】

【Race: Human】

[Biological Level: Second-Order]

【Soul Power: 1】

[Attributes: Strength LV7; Constitution LV8; Agility LV6; Spirit LV6]

【ability:】

【talent:】

[Current world exploration progress: 19.22%]

【.】

Full and warm thinking**.

The war is over.

The body and mind are truly relaxed.

In addition, the physique has just been strengthened by the system at this time.

Morgan lay on the bed and scattered the data panel in front of him, and his mood immediately became extremely restless.

Speaking of which, it has been almost a year since the last time I had a friendly relationship with Tariel.

All this year he has either protected the little hobbits or escorted the little hobbits like an ascetic.

I didn't feel it when I was busy before.

Now the war is over.

The suppressed desire in Morgan's heart immediately grew like a weed.

This is Gondor, the most prosperous and lively city of mankind.

Even if it was damaged by the war a lot.

But the bottom line is still there.

Whether it's a tavern, a brothel or anything else.

What's more, with Morgan's handsomeness and wealth, it is not difficult to want a woman.

However, when he thinks that he is still in the dark forest, it is very likely that he is still in the war with his wife Tariel and his terrified daughter and son who are at war with the Orcs in the "City of Hex".

Morgan's restless mind quickly subsided.

Simply, he got up and walked to the window, opening the window to get some air.

Then, he saw: a little far away, in the slightly desolate garden, a familiar and beautiful figure was wearing a single coat, sitting alone on the bench of the pavilion, looking at the sky and the crescent moon in a trance.

Look at that figure.

Morgan looked hesitant.

Finally, he sighed lightly, turned around and took a thick robe, opened the door and walked out.

Ps: I wrote that I found that one chapter cannot explain this volume, and I need another chapter tomorrow~~