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Chapter 9 Welcome to the team

"whoosh"

The arrows shot swiftly towards the woods ahead.

At the moment when his fingers loosened and the arrow was fired, Morgan suddenly had a very strong premonition.

"This arrow will hit!"

This is not Morgan's blind metaphysical premonition, but the ability brought by LV2 level archery.

There is a sense of control over every arrow you shoot.

This is the ability that every archer who has reached LV2 level archery can naturally master.

Morgan could just clearly feel the moment when he shot the arrow.

The dwarf Kili, who was not far away, was obviously short of breath.

To say that among the people present, the most nervous should be Morgan himself.

But as a competitive player in his previous life, Morgan, who had been baptized in various big scenes, didn't know what it was like to be nervous. When he got to the competition field, he was more motivated to fight and more focused.

Morgan was not nervous, but naturally it was the turn of the young dwarf Kili.

Just like in the previous life, no matter what the game was, no matter how good the pre-match slogan was, what friendship came first and the second match, you actually knew what was going on.

As long as they can win, who cares about friendship.

As long as it's a competition, there's nothing you don't want to win.

They were all men, and there were so many people present.

In front of Thorin Oakenshield, the "uncle" of the Dwarf King, and a group of dwarven brothers.

In terms of bow and arrow, which he is best at, Kili is naturally unwilling to lose to this human Morgan.

The same is true for Morgan, and this test is a great opportunity to show his strength.

It is not only related to his own dignity, but also related to whether he can successfully join the expedition team.

"I gonna go see."

Morgan shoots the arrow, which means the test is over, and now it's up to the outcome.

Among the dwarves behind them, the dwarves who were eager to know the result immediately ran to the woods not far away.

It didn't take long for the two of them to walk back quickly with an arrow each.

Both arrows hit the bird, a hapless bird the size of a human slap in pitch black.

Only an arrow hit a bird.

The other arrow hit two!

The arrow of this arrow was so powerful that it shot through the bodies of both birds, just like hanging skewers on a barbecue.

"I'm coming."

"Who wins and who loses?"

"Will Kili win or Morgan win?"

"Both were shot."

"Wow, who is this, and shot two birds with one arrow?"

As soon as the two bird-picking dwarves came back, the dwarves who were watching the fun immediately greeted them and started talking.

"Get out of the way, you still need to compare the arrows to know who wins and who loses."

The dwarf carrying the bird came over, and Morgan and Kili walked over immediately.

At this time, everyone gathered around.

Including Gandalf and Thorin Oakenshield, who has always looked cold.

Bilbo followed outside and kept looking.

Although the length of the arrow and the arrow are not too different.

But Morgan used bows and arrows forged by humans, while Kili used bows and arrows forged by the dwarves.

There are definitely differences.

In fact, in the eyes of Morgan and Kili, the two archers can almost recognize the arrows they use at a glance.

It's a simple observation.

But other people who can't use bows and arrows naturally don't understand.

In order to make everyone more clear at a glance, this needs to be compared.

When two arrows strung with birds were placed in front of the two parties.

With just one glance, Morgan recognized that the arrow that killed two birds with one stone belonged to him, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He used a little caution in the competition before.

With the bow and arrow skills of the two, shooting a bird in such an environment is actually nothing.

The higher the archery attainment, the more the competition is not just the simple archery ability, but more patience.

Morgan's trick was that he let the dwarf Kili take the first shot.

The moment you hit a bird is bound to startle other birds flying around.

This will give him the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.

Only then can he win the match with an undisputed result.

Otherwise, both of them only hit one bird, so how would you win or lose.

Of course, the premise of this is that Morgan must have sufficient bow and arrow skills and the strength to kill two birds with one stone.

It's not that the blind cat meets the dead mouse, it's just luck.

"I lost"

"Don't look at it, this one is mine."

Looking at the two arrows, before taking out the arrows from his body for comparison, the dwarf Kili pointed at the arrow that hit a bird, and said very simply.

Morgan could recognize his arrows, and so could Kili.

As mentioned earlier, the vast majority of dwarves are stubborn, paranoid stubborn.

But equally crisp, forthright, and straightforward.

Win is win, lose is lose!

He Kili was not a dwarf who could not afford to lose.

"Morgan's archery is indeed better than mine."

Kili looked at Morgan and smiled. Although he was a little reluctant, he still admitted that he had lost, and he was very generous.

"Just luck"

"You know, that arrow of yours scared away all the birds in the woods."

"so."

Morgan was more straightforward, not only humbly admitting that it was luck, but also stating the reasons.

Such a big step was handed to Kili, and it was difficult for Kili to have any opinion on him.

Sure enough, when Morgan's voice fell, Kili smiled immediately, and the depressed look on his face was obviously relieved.

"Morgan, you don't have to comfort me. In such a night environment, it's not just a matter of luck."

"I hope to have the opportunity to compete again in the future."

Kili shook his head and spoke with a shy smile on his face.

After all, for the young and inexperienced dwarf Kili, it was a little embarrassing to ask a human who had not known each other for half a day about bowing.

"There's definitely a chance."

"We're friends aren't we?"

Brother Morgan patted Kili's shoulder and laughed.

Not to mention that Morgan was enjoying Kili's touts.

The two sides of the bet are divided.

The dwarves who gathered to gamble quickly cheered and wailed.

Press Morgan to win and laugh.

Did pressure Kili win sell batches?

Dwarves have always been straight.

Morgan and Kili won the competition neatly and neatly, without the slightest bit of arrogance after winning.

It's hard to make other people hate it.

It is Thorin Oakenshield, looking at the energetic Kili who can still talk to Morgan after losing to Morgan.