Chapter 242

Victory night.

In the golden and brightly lit main hall of Gondor palace.

The atmosphere was lively and noisy.

Three huge long tables are filled with all kinds of delicious food, wine and food.

Every long table was full of people.

Even if it's just a makeshift dinner.

However, as the representative of the human race, the strength of the kingdom of Gondor has been revealed in the food and wine on the table.

In terms of delicacy, the dishes in front of us are really not as good as ravendale and roslorian in the golden forest.

But when it comes to variety, Gondor has more delicious food than these two elf holy places.

On the main table.

The acting King Aragon sat at the top.

Morgan and Gandalf sit next to each other.

Then came Legolas, Gimli and Frodo, Sam, merry and Pippin.

As well as the third marshal of Rohan, yomel, the "strong team in grey", halbalad, Princess Iowen of Rohan, elladan and elohir, the two sons of Elrond elf Lord, and even faramir, who is seriously injured and needs to go to the table with a bandage.

Here's a brief mention.

In the battle of tens of thousands of Mordor army, he followed the order of his father denisol and led a team of hundreds of people to attack Mordor army.

All the soldiers under faramir were destroyed.

Although his injury looks terrible.

This is also the reason why Denethor saw faramir more crazy during the day.

But fortunately, the injury is not fatal.

Even though denisol knew that his youngest son was not dead, he would take his youngest son and himself on the road.

Fortunately, Gandalf's timely rescue.

That saved faramir.

As for the death of Denethor, it was entirely his own fault.

Back to the point.

There is no ranking order for these people.

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

"Come on, cheers..."

"Cheers..."

"Bang..."

"Gulu Gulu..."

"Ah... So comfortable..."

"Another drink..."

"Jinli, drink slowly. Don't be the same as last time at the horn castle..."

"Ha ha..."

"You sharp eared boy is wordy..."

"I was just careless last time..."

"I will never..."

"That's not necessarily. You say that every time..."

"Ha ha..."

There was laughter in the hall.

At this time.

The main hall gate was suddenly opened from the outside.

A Gondor soldier, with a happy face, hurried into the hall and shouted, "polomir, your excellency polomir is awake."

The voice fell.

It was quiet in the bustling hall.

Then, there were all kinds of surprises and calls.

The fastest and most intense reaction was faramir.

He was tied to a bandage and hung around his neck. His whole body suddenly stood up, looked at the soldiers in front, repressed his inner excitement and said directly, "repeat what you just said."

"Lord bolomir woke up just now, not long after he woke up."

The soldier finished quickly and clearly.

Faramir could no longer control himself and turned to leave the table.

But thinking that there was another king Aragon, he immediately turned to Aragon and left the table, striding out with the messenger soldiers.

As soon as faramir left, the people in the hall realized it and talked about it one after another.

"Bolomir, bolomir is awake?"

"You know, the pharmacist in Gondor said that bolomir was hopeless and would never wake up in his life..."

"If Lord Denethor knew that polomir would wake up now, he wouldn't know if he would..."

"Well, who can predict such things..."

"But no one expected that the character of Lord denisol would become like that..."

"Well, our real king has returned now. Don't say a few words..."

"Yes, Gondor's future will only get better and better under the leadership of the king..."

"Come on, drink, cheers..."

There was much discussion at the two tables around.

"Bolomir woke up. It's great. He was injured by an arrow to save us. I'm going to see him. Who's with me?"

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

The first response was Pippin, his little partner and good friend hobbit. He immediately stood up, raised his hand and said, "I, I'm going too."

"I'll go and see..."

Legolas immediately stood up.

"Count me in. The boy bolomir said he would share wine with me..."

As Jin Li said, he put down his knife and fork and wiped his oily hands with a dining cloth.

"Is there anyone else?"

Seeing Legolas and Jinli standing up again and again, Pippin looked at Morgan and Gandalf foolishly.

"And me, of course."

At this time, Aragorn on the throne smiled, put down his glass and stood up.

Soon, after a few words in the simple and hall.

Aragon took several members of the expedition out of the palace hall and headed for the ward where polomir was.

When several expedition partners left.

Gandalf took a sip of wine, looked at Morgan opposite and said, "why don't you go together?"

Morgan, who was concentrating on dealing with the lamb chops on the plate, smiled and said, "I just think there must be a lot of people going to visit now."

"I'd better wait less. He'll go again if he's better."

See Morgan's reply.

Gandalf just smiled.

Maybe Morgan didn't tell the truth.

But that doesn't matter.

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

But it doesn't affect him to do his best to save bolomir at the critical moment.

Perhaps, in this regard, Morgan and himself have the same view.

"Come on, cheers..."

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

"Has the urgent letter to the various Kingdom forces in the North been sent out?"

Morgan put down his glass and asked Gandalf.

"Hoo..."

Gandalf drank all the wine in the glass and breathed out: "sent it out..."

"It was sent out in the afternoon."

"I hope Sorin oak shield of lonely mountain and King brand of Hegu state can persist until the news of our victory arrives..."

Speaking of this, Gandalf's face immediately became heavy.

Only those who know the whole world situation.

Will know how important the war that took place in the northern battlefield is.

Indeed, the battle of pellano in Gondor caused a sensation in the whole world and was extremely important. Every move affected the minds of all races concerned about the victory of the war.

But if there is no valley battlefield in the isolated mountain erebo kingdom in the north and the Valley State kingdom to contain the Dongyi army.

The war will never end so smoothly.

"There must be no problem."

For Gandalf's worry, Morgan nodded seriously and said, "erebo has cultivated and lived in SOLIN's hands for 60 years, and his vitality has recovered."

"Gandalf, you should have seen the development of Valley State over the years when you last went to Gushan."

"Coupled with the addition and expansion of erebo gate, the current erebo kingdom is far more difficult to break than the former erebo."

"These SOLIN and Bahrain must know better than you and me..."

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

"By contrast, I'm worried about the dark forest."

"Dorgodo, the" city of magic ", can't be cleaned up all the time. There are not a few orcs hidden in it. I'm afraid it will also take the opportunity to come out this time..."

Morgan looked calm and opened his mouth.

Gandalf agrees.

The two have talked about similar issues more than once.

"Don't worry..."

Gandalf got up, poured a glass of wine for Morgan and comforted him: "although serandir, the ELF KING, is sometimes as stubborn as a dwarf, he is not so easy to talk."

"However, the woodland kingdom can survive safely in the dark and dense forest for so many years and will never be easily defeated."

Facing Gandalf's comfort, Morgan had to nod: "I hope so."

In other words, even in the end, there is no story about Gushan and woodland kingdom.

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

Gandalf sitting opposite obviously knew what Morgan was worried about.

At this time, I didn't say much, drank the wine in the cup, and then stretched out my hand to wipe the cigarette rod from my waist.

It was only when I touched my empty waist that I suddenly found it.

He hasn't smoked for a long time since he returned from death and was promoted to white robe.

Because of the fatigue after the war.

The dinner didn't last long.

Night.

When Morgan lived in a spacious and luxurious room and lay on a long lost soft big bed, he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

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

But now is not the time to sigh.

Next, it's time to witness miracles. No, it's time to witness harvest.

Mind fretting.

Brush

Light white virtual data began to jump and flicker in the void in front of Morgan.

[Time Traveler: Morgan]

[race: human]

[biological level: Level 2]

[soul power: 4]

[attributes: strength LV7; physique LV7; agility lv6; spirit lv6]

[abilities: general language; Muay Thai Lv2; white crow sword (mastery) lv4; bow and arrow (mastery) lv4; rock body (special skill); dragon power (special skill); charge (special skill); mental shock (special skill); eagle eye (special skill); flash (special skill); any door (special skill)]

[talent: Intimacy (special skill)]

[current world exploration progress: 19.22%]

【......】

Look at the flashing data in front of you.

Morgan narrowed his eyes and waited quietly.

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

"Total soul power of four points..."

"Subtract the two remaining soul forces last time..."

"There are only two soul forces left."

"Soul power harvest at two points..."

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

"Then, the one who killed the huge mammoth should also take some..."

"As for the other small soldier miscellaneous fish, the income has been negligible for myself now..."

Look at the panel data bar in front of you.

Morgan quickly reviewed his achievements and gains in this war.

After some analysis.

Morgan is satisfied with the two points of soul power harvest this time.

After all, as long as you minimize expectations before fighting.

Then every battle after that will be a surprise.

After reading the soul power harvest.

Morgan's eyes continued to move down.

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

Compare the progress of the last exploration.

There is no doubt that the surge is more and more severe this time.

However, considering the importance of this war, which is called the battle of pelano, there are many races involved in the war, such as Gondor, Rohan, Mordor orcs, Harads, southern pirates and so on.

There is no doubt about the importance of this war, which determines the process and belonging of the world.

Morgan was not surprised that the pace of exploration had increased so much.

Of course, analysis is regression analysis.

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

Because it's not far from 20% of the exploration progress.

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

System products must be high-quality products.

He has long wanted to see through it.

"Nineteen percent..."

"Maybe three months later, after Aragorn completes the coronation of King Gondor and the large number of ministers, the exploration progress should reach 20%..."

Morgan thought to himself.

Return to the soul bar again.

He's ready to strengthen. Four points of soul power is enough for him to strengthen once.

The level of white crow sword and bow and arrow is still enough for him to use for the time being.

Before feeling limited.

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

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

what's more.

Morgan is worried, nervous and confused about his future.

His family knows his own business.

The name "Time Traveler" given to him by the system is full of the meaning of making trouble.

With perano Hirano, the war ended.

The ring is destroyed.

Soren the devil died.

The main story of the Middle Earth world 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 of "Time Traveler".

After thinking over and over, he was surprised that this possibility was not small.

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

If you really want to go to a strange world as he thought, the higher the strength, the safer.

Think of it here.

Morgan's eyes flickered upstream of the four attributes.

This time, I didn't think too much.

Morgan's point is the most important physical attribute.

[this enhancement consumes soul power 3. Is it enhanced?]

"Strengthen!"

"Lv8..."

Light white light flickers.

Feel the familiar heat flow, warm the viscera and flesh in the body.

Morgan soon felt that his body was in better shape than ever before.

"Unfortunately, the existing soul power can only be strengthened once..."

Without thinking more, Morgan looked at the data panel in front of him again, and there had been a change.

[Time Traveler: Morgan]

[race: human]

[biological level: Level 2]

[soul power: 1]

[attributes: strength LV7; physique lv8; agility lv6; spirit lv6]

[capability:...]

[talent:...]

[current world exploration progress: 19.22%]

【......】

Full of warm thoughts * *.

The war is over.

The body and mind have been really relaxed.

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

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

It's almost a year since I was warm with tarrell last time.

Over the past year, he has been either protecting or escorting the short hobbits.

I didn't feel it when I was busy.

Now the war is over.

Morgan's repressed desire immediately grew like a wild grass.

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

Even if it was destroyed by the war.

But the foundation is still there.

There is no shortage of pubs, brothels or anything.

Besides, with Morgan's handsome and financial resources, it's not difficult to want women.

However, at the thought of his wife tarrell and his frightened daughter and son who are still in the dark and dense forest and are likely to be at war with the "magic city" orcs.

Morgan's restless mind quickly subsided again.

Simply, he got up and went to the window. He opened the window and was ready to breathe.

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

Look at that figure.

Morgan looked hesitant.

Finally, he sighed, turned, took a thick robe, opened the door and went out.