Chapter 252

The sky is getting brighter and brighter.

The wind and snow gradually stopped in the sky.

Winterfell castle.

A spacious training ground.

"Let's go..."

As rob Stark's voice fell, ten mercenaries holding long swords and facing each other immediately fought together.

For a while.

The banging sound of metal and iron immediately became a mess.

Next to the training ground.

Brandon Stark's eyes still fell on Morgan a little ahead, looked at his illegitimate brother again and whispered, "that Mo... Morgan's bow and arrow is so excellent?"

"Is he a marksman?"

Hearing bran's words, Jon Snow's eyes fell on the tall figure in front again, his face was dignified and nodded: "of course, he is a very excellent marksman."

"Maybe you and ricken will be the archery teacher in the next few months."

Jon Snow whispered.

One side was shorter and younger. Ricken stark, also the son of Duke stark, leaned over at once, looked at his illegitimate brother and wondered, "you mean he's going to replace the old coach next?"

"But haven't you decided yet?"

Faced with his brother's doubts, Jon Snow shook his head and continued, "no, when he shot all three arrows and hit the target."

"The selection of a swordsman to replace the old coach has actually decided the outcome."

"Although the selection competition has not been completed yet..."

"When you get older, you will understand..."

Jon Snow explained softly to his two brothers and looked again at the mercenaries who had been in chaos on the training ground.

"Bang Bang..."

Long swords strike each other, sparks sputter.

Ten mercenaries come back and forth to fight. It seems that they are fighting hard.

However, as long as the swordsmanship is superb, or the observation is meticulous and keen, one can see that only two of the five groups of mercenaries are struggling in the training field.

The remaining three groups of six mercenaries clearly showed signs of sculling.

It is easy to see Morgan's swordsmanship in front of us.

But Morgan didn't know if the children of the stark family and the Duke of stark in the back attic could see something fishy.

At this time, he also knew why the three groups were rowing and idling.

The problem should be the three mercenaries who came uninvited yesterday.

If they can find Morgan, they can find others.

Facing the threat of three people's strength and the temptation of money, it is not difficult for other mercenaries to give up the selection of swordsman of stark family.

Besides, I still know that the hired swordsman is only a temporary worker.

Moreover, now there is a more powerful marksman in the team.

They are naturally more at ease when they give up this selection.

As for those in the training ground who are really fighting hard.

Then they should be mercenaries who are not threatened by the three evil forces.

After all, Morgan is not the only one with temper in this world.

Time passed slowly.

Five groups of mercenaries fought, and four groups, including rowers, quickly divided the victory.

What was left was the thin and lean middle-aged mercenary and a young and strong mercenary. The group was still fighting.

Morgan watched the battle in the training ground with great interest.

Because the middle-aged mercenary was the principal of the three who came to the door yesterday.

"Bang Bang..."

The sound of metal impact.

Although the young mercenary waved his long sword and tried to parry.

But the middle-aged mercenaries are old and experienced.

After being cheated, the young mercenary was put on the young mercenary's neck by the middle-aged mercenary's long sword.

The battle was immediately divided.

Morgan stood by the training ground and watched the battle from beginning to end.

There's nothing to say about the swordsmanship of young mercenaries.

Because in his opinion, he just got out of the novice stage of fencing.

As for middle-aged mercenaries.

Swordsmanship is indeed better than that young mercenary, but it is also limited.

With more strength and a lot of combat experience, it is reasonable for young mercenaries to lose to middle-aged mercenaries.

But that's all.

A dozen mercenaries were in contact for the time being.

The comprehensive strength of middle-aged mercenaries should indeed be the strongest among the dozen.

Morgan didn't know whether the middle-aged mercenary was strong enough to become a temporary swordsman of the stark family.

But he has roughly seen it.

The personal cold weapon force of Westeros should be much worse than that of Middle Earth.

Training ground.

Ten people and five groups decided the outcome.

The five mercenaries who won will compete with each other according to the rules.

Rob stark came forward and was about to say something.

I saw something unexpected happen.

Three of the winning mercenaries felt defeated and gave up their plans to continue the competition.

Morgan stood by the training ground, looking at the annoyed look of the three rowers who voluntarily gave up the competition, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

The abandonment of the three mercenaries.

It also made several stark family children in the rear talk immediately.

Duke ed stark and his wife Caitlin Tully stood in the rear attic and looked thoughtfully at the scene of the training ground below.

"Well, I respect your decision..."

Rob stark turned his eyes around the three mercenaries who voluntarily gave up the competition, then looked at the remaining two and continued, "then, next, you two will compete."

"The winner will compete with Morgan."

"The last winner will be hired by Winterfell as a swordsman..."

"You start..."

Rob stark retreated to one side again.

Of course, he noticed that the three mercenaries voluntarily gave up the competition, which seemed strange.

But there is the amazing archery that marksman Morgan showed before.

The strength of these mercenaries was naturally not taken into account by him.

Although two competitions are needed in succession.

However, the competition time and intensity were not large, and the two mercenaries had no reason to rest.

Look at the two remaining people holding long swords.

Morgan smiled.

A thin middle-aged man before.

The other was a young mercenary with a yellow shawl and long hair.

Naturally, the stark family did not know the relationship between the two.

But the mercenaries and Morgan who watched the war laughed.

Because the young mercenary was one of the three men with the middle-aged man.

The next competition can be imagined.

After a seemingly fierce battle.

Young mercenaries naturally lost to thin middle-aged men.

Looking at the middle-aged thin man with a confident smile.

Morgan beside the training ground sighed in his heart.

He didn't know how much the other side had done to make other mercenaries give way.

If he hadn't intervened this time.

The swordsmen of the stark family will really fall on the middle-aged mercenaries.

Of course, Morgan didn't think the other party was shameless or anything.

Middle aged mercenaries are willing to spend money and have strength.

To be on the safe side, it's normal to use some tricks secretly.

After all, they are adults.

However, no matter how much the middle-aged mercenaries paid to join Winterfell this time.

But I'm sorry.

When you meet yourself who must enter Lindong City, it is doomed that the plan of the middle-aged mercenary will fail.

Moreover, in order to repay the other party's door-to-door threat yesterday.

Morgan won't be polite to middle-aged mercenaries.

We fought twice in a row.

It's normal for middle-aged mercenaries to take a break.

At the command of Rob stark, the training ground temporarily went to rest.

The mercenaries on one side immediately talked about it.

This is the inner castle of winter city. They are not allowed to walk easily. They can only wait here until the selection is completed, and then be taken out of the inner castle of winter city.

"Who do you think will win this time?"

"Is that Morgan or black?"

"I wish it was black. He promised me the money and didn't give it at last..."

"Same, I also hope to win black..."

"But that Morgan has such excellent archery that even if he loses to black, I believe the stark family will not be foolish enough to let him go..."

"Indeed, it's the first time I've seen such archery. I can shoot three arrows at a time and hit the bull's eye. It's incredible..."

"It's not uncommon. What kind of existence do you think a marksman is..."

"Why do you all think black will win?"

"Don't you think it's strange that the marksman Morgan's bow and arrow is so strong that he doesn't carry a long bow and arrow, but a long sword?"

"Maybe the other party is better at swordsmanship, not necessarily..."

"Impossible..."

"I don't think it's possible. It's nothing strange not to bring a longbow. After all, the stark family will certainly provide..."

"Maybe Morgan's swordsmanship is just as good as ours..."

"Maybe not as good as us..."

"Yes..."

The mercenaries talked.

Several children of the stark family were also talking.

"Who do you think will win?"

Jon Snow looked back at Brandon stark and ricken stark beside him.

Ricken stark immediately said, "I think the older one can win. He has excellent swordsmanship, but he has won two competitions in a row."

Brandon stark looked at the two men beside the training ground for a while and finally shook his head: "I don't know. That Morgan is a sharpshooter, but that one has excellent swordsmanship..."

"Do you think either of them can win?"

At this time, a sudden voice sounded.

Jon Snow turned and saw theon rajoegay, who had not dealt with himself, looking at himself.

"I think it's that Morgan..."

Jon Snow looked at the tall figure beside the training ground again and whispered.

"No, it must be another one."

Theon rajoey shook his head confidently and said with a smile, "that guy's archery is so excellent that he must be much worse in other aspects."

"Moreover, the competition was swordsmanship."

"All, that guy will lose..."

"But it doesn't matter if he loses. After all, his father appreciates him..."

Theon went on talking to himself.

Jon Snow was not interested in theon, who had always been arrogant. He was not interested in listening, but looked at the training ground ahead again.

For Duke ed stark in the attic of the warehouse behind the training ground.

No matter whether Morgan wins or loses, he plans to attract the other party to stay.

Such a marksman is the best choice, whether to teach his children archery or to train soldiers in the north.

Of course, it would be better if Morgan could win.

Ed stark looks forward to looking down at the training ground.

At this time.

Enough rest.

The thin middle-aged mercenary has walked to the training ground with a long sword.

Looking at the middle-aged mercenary with a provocative face.

Morgan just grinned, reached out and untied his black fluffy coat and handed it to the soldier next to him.

Wearing lock armour, he walked towards the middle-aged mercenary.

"No wonder you won't cooperate with me. You're a marksman."

"But you have been liked by the Duke..."

"Even if you lose, it doesn't affect you to join Winterfell."

"The promise I said yesterday is still valid. Let's cooperate once and join Winterfell together..."

Looking at Morgan coming, the middle-aged mercenary smiled and said, but his voice became smaller and smaller.

Finally, I looked at Morgan standing not far in front of me.

The middle-aged mercenary said quickly in a voice that could only be heard by two people: "what do you think?"

I heard the words of the middle-aged man in front of me.

Morgan only thought this guy was thoughtful. In order to apply for this temporary swordsman to join Winterfell, he really made the insurance to the extreme.

If others really only focus on archery, marksmen may really agree to the conditions of middle-aged mercenaries.

But, sorry, he met himself.

Not only from yesterday's dissatisfaction with the other party's door-to-door threat.

And today I will do better in front of Duke stark to increase my weight in Winterfell.

Morgan should not only win, but also win simply and beautifully.

"I don't think much..."

Looking at the expected middle-aged mercenary in front of him, Morgan grinned, raised his hand and pulled out the high elf sword "gramdrin" around his waist.

It's a long and sharp blade with cold light flashing. It's an obscure inscription with exquisite embellishment.

This fairy sword that accompanied Morgan through countless wars and bitter battles.

Even in this world, it is still as sharp as new.

Morgan pulled out his long sword and pointed it straight at the middle-aged mercenary in front of him.

At this moment, all the people around the training ground who were watching the battle noticed the extraordinary of Morgan's long sword.

How can a person with such a sword be so poor in swordsmanship.

Black, a middle-aged mercenary, immediately changed his color when he saw Morgan's attitude. When he saw Morgan's long sword in his hand, his face became even more ugly.

He didn't guess wrong. This guy in front of him is the biggest obstacle for him to join Winterfell.

"Not much... Then go to hell!"

Black's face was angry and roared. In a moment, he rushed up with a long sword.

"Bang Bang..."

Gold and iron collided and sparks splashed.

On the training ground, the two figures separated as soon as they fought.

Black's body was unstable, he stepped back a few steps, his hands trembling with the sword, and when he looked ahead, his face was very ugly and frightened.

Where is this monster from?

He just cut each other's two swords in succession, and his palm was sour and numb by the terrible force from the other party's long sword. It was even difficult to hold the long sword.

"Damn it!"

Black clenched his teeth and growled.

He has paid so much and there is no way out.

Roaring, Blake gritted his teeth and rushed to the tall figure in front with his sword again.

Next second.

"Bang..."

A crisp metal collision sound mixed with a dull sound sounded for an instant.

A thin figure immediately flew back and fell heavily to the ground.

Morgan then stepped forward quickly, put his sword on the middle-aged mercenary Black's neck, looked down from a commanding position, and his eyes were cold and indifferent.