American TV series: Start with the little Sheldon's wool

Chapter 598 Northern Highlands and Giant Eagle

While the dwarf adventure team was still wandering in the Mirkwood, and Gandalf was still racking his brains over how to convince Thorin to go to the elves' settlement to ask the elves to help them translate runes, Michael had already crossed the snow-capped mountains and reached the northern highlands.

This huge plain nestled between mountains and forests was not as desolate as Mike had imagined.

Because of the large number of dark creatures in the surrounding mountains, many rangers from all over the world gathered here to make a living.

These rangers formed various villages, large and small.

Once the population increases, business opportunities will emerge.

Some larger villages even have taverns, blacksmith shops, grocery stores and other living facilities.

Most of the rangers who can come here to make a living have their own unique skills. Mike has been wandering here for more than half a month and has gained a lot of skill light balls.

Most of them are wilderness survival skills, and the other part is the use of various weapons and combat experience.

Among the various weapons used in the light group, bows and long swords give the most experience.

After all, there were many rangers who were good at using bows and long swords. Quantitative change led to qualitative change. After more than half a month of accumulation, Mike was now a veritable [Sharpshooter] and [Swordsmanship Master].

"You are the Lone Traveler who came from outside recently. I heard that you are good at swordsmanship. Are you interested in competing with me?" In the village tavern, a tall man with a long sword on his waist walked straight to Mike.

Obviously he came prepared.

"I've heard of you, too, Big Strider. You're a very powerful lone wolf. How would you like to compete?" Mike looked up at the man who came.

I don't know why, but people in Middle-earth are particularly keen on giving others nicknames.

Previously in Rossgobel, Michael had asked the brown-robed wizard how he got the title of [Ogre Slayer].

The other party explained to him that some small animals in the jungle had seen him kill ogres, so he got this title.

After arriving in the northern highlands and wandering around the surrounding mountains for a few times, Mike not only got the title of "Ogre Killer", but also several other similar titles.

For example: [Goblin Slayer], [Orc Buster], and [Lone Traveler].

"Of course, it's about who kills more dark creatures..." Perhaps because both of them like to travel alone and have similar titles, the tall man opposite suggested: "I know there's a mountain nearby, and a large group of orcs have come recently. Let's use them to compete."

"If you're not satisfied, we can also go hunt those giant spiders in the forest. What do you think? Do you dare?"

Yes, Mike was right in his guess before. The giant spiders that went to Ross Gobel were indeed born in the mountains around the northern highlands.

However, there are too many mountains nearby and the terrain is complex, so even Mike couldn't find the birthplace of these giant spiders.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that there are not enough of these giant spiders nowadays.

"The orcs and giant spiders are just so-so and not suitable for competition. But I heard that a group of snow ogres live on the highest snow mountain. How about coming with me to take a look?" Mike looked at the newcomer and turned the tables.

The tall man opposite, nicknamed "Strider", is Aragorn, the last royal bloodline of the Gondor royal family.

He has the blood of the [Longevity Species] and is only in his early twenties. Strictly speaking, he is still in his "childhood" stage.

The reason why he left the protection of the Noldor elves at such a young age and came to the northern highlands from Rivendell was to hone his skills and make himself a qualified royal heir.

Being a proud person, he naturally felt dissatisfied when he heard that someone more powerful than himself had come to the northern highlands, and thus developed a competitive spirit.

However, Aragorn, who has powerful bloodline, is still in the development stage and can deal with one or two giant spiders or a team of more than a dozen orcs at most.

As for challenging the thick-skinned and powerful snow ogres, he knew that he did not have the ability to do so for the time being.

"Go ahead. I don't believe you can kill those big guys." Perhaps because he was too young, or perhaps because the "provocation" worked, Aragorn agreed to Mike's suggestion with a flicker in his eyes.

There are many kinds of trolls, including woodland trolls, mountain trolls, and snow trolls.

The monster Mike had killed in the jungle before was a woodland troll, which was considered a relatively "weak" type among trolls.

The Snow Trolls are larger in size, have tougher skin and are stronger, making them some of the strongest troll species.

Compared to the giant spiders that have not yet become powerful in the valley, the snow ogres on the snowy mountains are obviously more dangerous.

The other rangers in the northern highlands naturally knew that there were snow ogres on the snowy mountains, but ordinary weapons could not break their defenses at all, so no one wanted to provoke those monsters.

But now, things seem to have changed.

"OK, let's get started~" Mike smiled and stood up, nodding at the table before leaving, "By the way, remember to pay for my drinks."

Looking at Mike's graceful back as he left, Aragorn took out a few silver dollars from his pocket and put them on the table with heartache, then chased after him.

There is a bounty for hunting dark creatures in the northern highlands, but Aragorn came here to hone himself. Therefore, every time he killed a dark creature, he usually did not cut off the ears of the prey in exchange for commissions.

This also means that apart from the sword on his waist, Aragorn is actually a complete pauper.

"Big Strider has finally challenged Lone Traveler for the top spot..."

"I had guessed that this day would come. It looks like they are preparing to attack the monsters on the snowy mountain..."

"This is big news!!! Does anyone want to go and see it..."

……

Before Michael came, Aragorn, the "Big Strider", was considered the strongest in the northern highlands.

In the more than half a month since Mike arrived, he has become a celebrity among the rangers.

In addition, the conversation between the two did not deliberately avoid other people in the pub, so the news of their "gambling fight" spread quickly.

As Mike and Aragon headed towards the highest snow-capped mountain, a considerable number of curious people who came from behind after hearing the news also formed an observation team.

"I heard that there is a group of powerful giant eagles living on the top of the snow-capped mountains. I just don't know who is stronger, them or the snow ogres?" Perhaps because he felt that he had met his own kind, on the way to the top of the snow-capped mountains, Aragorn, the lone ranger, actually learned to speak actively.

"Have you seen that group of giant eagles?" Mike asked as a small whistle appeared in his hand.

This was the parting gift given to Rhuda Mike by the brown-robed wizard when he parted with him.

According to the brown-robed wizard, the giant eagles in the Misty Mountains are also his companions. When Mike encounters danger in the northern highlands, he can blow the whistle and the giant eagles will come to help.

But until now, Mike hasn't needed any help from Giant Eagle.

"That group of giant eagles flying high in the sky is very mysterious. I was only lucky enough to see them from afar twice. One of those times, I was lucky enough to see the giant eagles grabbing orcs and throwing them off the cliff, smashing those dark monsters into meat patties..." Aragorn said this excitedly, and sneezed when the cold mountain wind blew.

The temperature on the snowy mountains is very different from that on the plains, especially it gets colder the higher you go.

Aragorn's simple leather armor was naturally not cold-resistant, but when he saw Mike next to him who was also wearing thin clothes but was not afraid of the cold, this "Big Strider" immediately resisted the urge to wipe his nose.

I have to say I'm still young~

Mike noticed Aragorn's condition, shook his head and said nothing. The other party has the blood of the emperor and is not an ordinary person. Even if the weather is colder, it will not be a problem. At most, it is just a small cold.

"This is really not a place for people to stay. How long do we have to walk..." "Just be patient. They should be able to meet the snow ogres soon. Do you want to miss this wonderful show..."

"...I really hope to have some hot soup to warm myself up. This damn weather is too cold..."

"I have some wine here. Do you want it? One gold coin..."

The temporary spectator group composed of rangers in the rear were also wearing thin clothes because they were in a hurry to catch up and watch the show, and they were not as cold-resistant as Aragorn.

At this time, when the cold wind from halfway up the mountain blew, these people couldn't help sneezing continuously, and some of them even had shiny crystals hanging under their noses.

There was only one road on the snowy mountain, and Aragorn soon noticed the situation of the crowd behind.

Looking at the poor condition of the other group, Aragorn suddenly felt that he was not that cold anymore.

After enduring the cold and climbing the snow-capped mountain for half a day, Mike and Aragon finally arrived at a flat ice field under the peak of the snow-capped mountain.

The low temperature at the high altitude made tiny snowflakes float in the sky, and a layer of ice crystals had formed on Aragorn's eyebrows and hair ends.

The bad weather made the lone ranger unable to show off his strength. He took a cotton coat from Mike and wrapped it around himself.

Compared with the group of ranger spectators who had caught up to watch the show and were now huddled together for each other’s warmth, but were still shivering, Aragorn’s situation was much better.

"The human instinct to watch the fun is indeed very strong." Mike hid behind a small snowdrift, turned his head to look at the rangers who were lying in the snow and almost frozen to death, but still chose to follow to watch the fun, and shook his head speechlessly.

"They asked for it..." On the side, Aragorn, who was used to traveling alone, didn't care much about the rangers behind him.

He was the first to look away, looking at the snowy plain ahead, and said, "Six snow ogres... How are you going to deal with them? Do you want me to lure one over for you..."

Yes, this piece of ice and snow plain under the peak of the snow mountain ahead is the lair of the snow ogres. Six snow ogres of different shapes are sleeping in the snow nest.

They had skin as pale as ice, and most of them were over ten meters tall. Only two were slightly smaller, but both were over eight meters tall.

Such a huge group of monsters is very oppressive just by looking at it from a distance.

"No need, I'll just go and kill them." Mike observed the Snow Trolls and found that they were indeed two or three times stronger than the Woodland Trolls, and they were also social animals.

It would be difficult for ordinary people to escape if they encounter them.

But for the powerful Mike, that's all.

"This is not the time to joke. How can you deal with them? You don't even have a weapon..." In Aragorn's opinion, even if Mike is very strong, he has his limits, and the other party seems to be unprepared.

"Why not just give up? There's no need for us to fight to the death with these monsters." Seeing the earth-shaking scene when the snow troll turned over inadvertently, Aragorn had the idea of ​​retreating.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing~" Mike smiled and then walked towards the six snow ogres.

In his opinion, this is the stage for him to become famous. If he doesn't become a "legend", how can he harvest the power of faith in Middle-earth?

"Wait, at least bring a weapon..." Aragorn stood up and threw the sword in his hand to Mike with all his strength.

As the descendant of the human king who was fostered in the Noldor elves since childhood, Aragorn was very much loved by Elrond. Therefore, when he left the Golden Forest, the other party gave him this sword made by the Noldor elves.

After drawing an arc in the air, when this sword of the Noldor fell into Michael's hands, it instantly made a buzzing sound.

The sword has its own spirit. When this elf sword was unsheathed, it burst out with a dazzling silver-white light.

The huge commotion naturally attracted the attention of six snow ogres.

Seeing the invasion of foreign enemies, a snow ogre with strong upper limbs got on all fours and charged towards Mike like a rhinoceros.

There were five remaining snow ogres, some of whom picked up ice weapons and some relied on their own strange bodies to surround Mike together.

For a moment, the noise caused by these six snow ogres shook the snow on the top of the mountain down.

On the opposite side, Mike was like an elegant bullfighter. When the "Rhino" ogre charged at him, he lightly stepped on the snow ogre's head with his toes, jumped up, and then completed a 360 front flip in the air.

At the same time, the elven sword in his hand, with a residual image, pierced into the back of the neck of the snow ogre below, leaving a few blood spots.

Then, as his figure floated to the ground, Mike swept the sword in his hand again, causing two blood flowers to appear, and successfully smashed the ice weapon of the snow ogre.

"Boom...bang..."

With a muffled sound, two snow ogres whose throats were cut fell to the ground, covering their necks.

At the same time, the snow ogre that rushed out like a rhino left a long scratch on the snow and then became motionless.

In just a short moment, three snow ogres lost their lives.

"How is this possible? That is simply not a sword skill that a human can possess..." Aragorn looked at the scene on the plain and his eyes widened in surprise.

It was not until then that he realized how ridiculous his previous idea of ​​comparison was.

"As expected of the [Ogre Slayer], he is so strong..."

"It's worth it even if I freeze to death to witness this scene!!!"

"I can brag about what I saw and heard today for the rest of my life..."

……

The ranger observation group in the rear discovered that Mike could really kill the snow ogre, and they were all very excited.

They rushed forward shouting and yelling, wanting to see the battle in the distance more clearly.

No matter what, from today on, they won't have to worry about not having anything to brag about when they go to the pub.

"Ogre Killer? This title really lingers..." With Mike's five senses, he could naturally hear what the rangers were saying.

But this is exactly what he wants. He needs these people to spread his "legendary" experiences to help him gain the power of faith.

Just as Mike was about to give the remaining three snow ogres a spectacular death, the sound of birds chirping suddenly came from the top of the snowy mountain.

The giant eagle appears.

Dozens of giant eagles with a wingspan of more than 20 meters circled twice in the sky, and then three of them swooped down.

Its steel-like claws grabbed three snow ogres who were trying to escape, and then threw them into the abyss.

Needless to say, the end that awaits these three snow ogres is to be smashed into meat patties.

"唳~"

The two larger eagles flew back to the eagle flock after completing their mission. Only the slightly smaller eagle suddenly came over Mike's head and started circling around.

Like a naughty child...

(End of this chapter)