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Chapter 1075 Shadow Followers

The cold wind from the Misty Mountains scraped across the rock wall like a knife. Zhao Wuji pulled the hood of his elf cloak tighter. He squatted behind a protruding rock and looked at the winding mountain road below. The figures of the expedition team were like nine moving ants.

"If you get closer than 300 meters, the alarm will be triggered." The system reminded coldly, "It is recommended to maintain the current distance."

He nodded and took out the map he had prepared in Rivendell from his bag. The parchment detailed the expedition's planned route and the parallel route he had planned - he wanted to be able to observe the team's movements but not be discovered and interfere with the plot.

He paused as his finger passed over the mark of Khazad-dûm.

"The Mines of Moria... Mithril..."

In the original book, the expedition team will encounter the Balrog there, and Gandalf will fall into the abyss. But there are still countless treasures left behind by the dwarves scattered deep in the mine. The system may allow him to collect those treasures that have not been captured by the camera.

The mountain wind suddenly changed direction, bringing with it the sound of faint conversations.

"We must find shelter!" it was Boromir's cry.

Zhao Wuji quickly rolled up the map. It was time to set off. He had to reach the first observation point before the blizzard hit.

Three days later, Zhao Wuji was lying in a crevice, observing the camp in the distance through a crystal lens.

The expedition team sat around a weak campfire. Gimli was complaining about something in Dwarven, Aragorn was polishing his sword, and Gandalf's pipe flickered in the darkness.

Suddenly, the system issued a warning:

[Attention: The orc patrol is approaching from the southeast. In the original book, this team will not discover the expedition team, please stay hidden. ]

Zhao Wuji held his breath. Sure enough, a moment later, a group of ugly orcs passed by the mountain path below. Their dirty armors clashed, but strangely they did not raise their heads to look in the direction of the light.

When the danger passed, he noticed a gleaming object falling from the orc captain's waist - it was an obsidian-inlaid dagger with the runes of Moria engraved on the hilt.

“This is not in the plot…”

He waited for a full hour, making sure that the expedition team and the orcs were far away, and then he slid down the rock like a shadow. The dagger lay among the gravel, and dark red blood still remained on the blade. When his fingers touched the handle of the knife -

[Item Acquisition Permission: Non-plot-critical props]

Zhao Wuji's mouth curled up slightly. This dagger was worth at least fifty gold coins, and it wasn't even his main goal.

The gates of Khazad-dûm shone coldly in the moonlight.

Zhao Wuji hid in the dark, watching Gandalf try various spells to open the door. When the word "friend" finally awakened the ancient mechanism, he simultaneously wrote down the dwarven runes on the door frame that were ignored by the camera - these words are priceless in the linguist collection market. After the expedition entered the mine, he chose another passage. The system projected a light blue path guide in his mind to help him avoid the traps and monsters mentioned in the original book.

Deep in the mine, darkness oppressed his breathing like a substance. Zhao Wuji lit a cold light stick made by an elf, and the faint blue light illuminated the large area of ​​mithril veins on the wall.

“Oh my god…”

He carefully scraped off some mithril fragments with a dagger and put them into a special deerskin bag. Suddenly, a dull thumping sound came from afar—the Balrog had awakened.

The entire mine began to shake, and rubble fell from above.

[Warning: The host is in a secondary collapse area. It is recommended to collect the target items and evacuate immediately. ]

Zhao Wuji rushed to a pile of dust-covered dwarven relics in the corner and quickly found:

A bronze gear with the coat of arms of the House of Turin

; Three jewel-encrusted armor fragments; Most precious: A small piece of pure, unforged mithril

As he stuffed the last item into his bag, Gandalf's famous roar came from afar: "You shall not pass!"

The ground shook violently, and Zhao Wuji ran wildly along the safe path marked by the system. Behind him, the passages in the mine collapsed one by one, and heat waves mixed with the smell of sulfur swept in.

At the last moment, he rushed out of the ventilation shaft on the side and tumbled into the bushes on the hillside. In the distance, the figures of the expedition were stumbling and fleeing towards the direction of Lothlorien, and Gandalf had disappeared.

After catching his breath, Zhao Wuji opened his bag and checked his haul. Under the moonlight, the pure mithril shone with a dreamy silver-blue light, and it was incredibly light.

"Enough to make two daggers... or exchange for a thousand gold coins."

At dawn, Zhao Wuji stood at the border of Lothlorien, watching the golden forest looming in the morning mist.

他清点了这一路的收获：黑曜石匕首×1；秘银碎屑×30克；纯秘银块×1（约200克）；矮人符文拓本×12页。

The bag was heavy, but perhaps the most precious thing was the piece of cloth hidden in his sleeve - when Gandalf was fighting the Balrog, a burning corner of his robe fell near the crevice where he was hiding.

As the sun broke through the clouds, he looked in the direction where the expedition had disappeared.

The goal of 100,000 gold coins has now been completed by one tenth. And a more dangerous journey is still waiting ahead. Opportunity.