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The sky is getting brighter.

The snow in the sky gradually stopped.

Winterfell Castle.

Inside the large training ground.

"let's start"

As Robb Stark's voice fell, the ten mercenaries who faced each other with long swords immediately fought together.

a time.

The sound of ping-ping-ping-ping-pong-pong collision of gold and iron immediately rang out.

Beside the training ground.

Brandon Stark's eyes still fell on Morgan slightly ahead, and he looked at his illegitimate brother next to him again and whispered, "That Morgan's archery is so good?"

"Then is he a marksman?"

Hearing Bran's words, Jon Snow couldn't help but fall on the tall figure in front of him again, and nodded with a serious expression: "Of course, he is a very good marksman."

"Maybe he will be your and Rickon's archery teacher for the next few months."

Jon Snow said softly.

Rickon Stark, who is shorter and younger, is also the son of Duke Stark, immediately leaned over when he heard the sound, looked at his illegitimate brother and said suspiciously, "You mean that he will take the place of the old teacher next. ?"

"But, isn't the winner yet?"

Facing the doubts of the cheap brother, Jon Snow shook his head and continued: "No, the moment he shot all three arrows and hit the target."

"The selection of the swordsman who replaces the old coach has actually already been decided."

"Although the selection test has not yet been completed"

"These, when you are older, you will naturally understand."

Jon Snow explained to the two younger brothers softly, and looked at the mercenaries who were fighting in the training ground again.

"bang bang bang"

The swords collided, sparks sputtering.

The ten mercenaries came and went to fight, and they all seemed to be fighting hard.

However, as long as you are skilled in swordsmanship or have a keen eye for observation, you can see that in the training ground in front of you, only two of the five groups of mercenaries are fighting hard.

The remaining three groups of six mercenaries obviously have signs of fighting with the water mill foreign workers.

Morgan's swordsmanship strength is naturally easy to see in the picture in front of him.

But if the children of the Stark family and the Duke Stark in the attic in the back could see the tricks, Morgan didn't know.

At this time, he also knew why the three groups were rowing water mills.

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

They can find Morgan, and naturally they can find other people.

In the face of the threat of the strength of the three and the temptation of money, it is not difficult for other mercenaries to give up the selection of swordsmen of the Stark family.

Besides, I now know that the hired swordsman is just a temporary worker.

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

They would naturally feel more at ease in giving up this selection.

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

It should be a mercenary who is not threatened by those three evil forces.

After all, in this world, Morgan is not the only one who has a temper.

Time passed slowly.

Five groups of mercenaries fought and four groups, including those who paddled, were quickly determined.

The rest is the thin and lean middle-aged mercenary and the group of a young and strong mercenary who are still fighting fiercely.

Morgan watched the battle in the training ground with interest.

Because that middle-aged mercenary was the one who was in charge of the three who came to the door yesterday.

"Bang bang."

Metal crashed.

Although the young mercenary wielded a long sword and tried his best to parry.

But the middle-aged mercenaries are skilled in swordsmanship and have better experience.

After the young mercenary was deceived, the middle-aged mercenary's long sword was placed on the neck of the young mercenary.

The battle was immediately decided.

Morgan stood by the training ground and watched the fight from start to finish.

The swordsmanship of the young mercenary is nothing to praise.

Because in his opinion, he has just left the stage of novice swordsmanship.

As for middle-aged mercenaries.

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

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

But that's about it.

The mercenaries I have come into contact with temporarily are just a dozen or so.

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

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

But he has seen it roughly.

The personal cold weapon force of Westeros at the foot should be much worse than that of Middle-earth.

inside the training ground.

Ten people and five groups have won the match.

The five mercenaries who won, the next according to the rules or two to compete.

Robb Stark stepped forward and was about to say something.

I saw something unexpected happened.

Among them, the three winning mercenaries consciously lost, and gave up their plans to continue the competition.

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

The abandonment of these three mercenaries.

It also made the children of the Stark family in the back immediately discuss.

Duke Eddard Stark and his wife Catelyn Tully stood in the rear attic, looking at the scene of the training ground below with a thoughtful expression.

"Well then, I respect your decision."

Robb Stark turned his eyes around the three mercenaries who voluntarily gave up the competition, then looked at the remaining two and continued: "Then, next, it's the two of you competing."

"The winner will compete with Morgan."

"The final winner will be hired by Winterfell to become a swordsman."

"You guys start"

After Robb Stark finished speaking, he stepped aside again.

Of course, he was aware that the three mercenaries voluntarily gave up the competition seemed a little strange.

But there is the amazing archery that marksman Morgan has shown before.

The strength shown by these mercenaries is naturally not in his heart.

Although two consecutive trials are required.

But the time and intensity of the competition was not great, and the two mercenaries had no reason to rest.

Looking at the remaining two people holding long swords facing each other.

Morgan laughed.

A thin middle-aged man from before.

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

The Stark family and his party naturally did not know the relationship between the two.

But the mercenaries and Morgan who were watching the battle all laughed.

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

The next test can be imagined.

After a seemingly fierce battle.

The young mercenary naturally lost to the thin middle-aged man.

Looking at a middle-aged emaciated man with a confident smile.

Morgan, who was beside the training ground, sighed in his heart.

He didn't know how much the other party gave in order to make other mercenaries retreat.

This time if he hadn't stepped in.

The swordsman of the Stark family will really fall on the middle-aged mercenary in front of him.

Of course, Morgan didn't feel that the other party's methods were shameless or anything.

The middle-aged mercenary is willing to spend money and has the strength.

To be on the safe side, it's normal to use a little trick in the dark.

After all, they are adults.

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

But sorry.

When he meets himself who must enter Winterfell, the plan of the middle-aged mercenary is doomed to fail.

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

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

There were two consecutive battles.

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

Under Robb Stark's order, the training ground temporarily entered a state of rest.

A group of mercenaries on the side immediately began to discuss.

This is the inner castle of Winterfell. They are not allowed to walk around easily. They can only wait here for the selection to end before being taken out of the inner castle of Winterfell.

"Who do you think will win this time?"

"That Morgan, or Blake?"

"I'm hoping it's Blake. The money he promised me and the last one hasn't been given yet."

"The same, I hope it's Blake who wins"

"But that Morgan has such excellent bowing skills, even if he loses to Black, I believe that the Stark family will not be stupid enough to let him go."

"Indeed, it's the first time I've seen such an archery. It's incredible to be able to shoot three arrows at a time and all hit the bull's-eye."

"Rare and strange, what kind of existence do you think the marksman is."

"Why do you all think Black will win?"

"Don't you think it's a little strange that the sharpshooter, Morgan, is so powerful in archery that he doesn't have a long bow and arrows, but a long sword instead?"

"Perhaps, it's not necessarily that the opponent is better at swordsmanship."

"impossible"

"I also don't think it's possible. There's nothing strange about not bringing a longbow. After all, the Stark family will definitely provide it."

"Perhaps, that Morgan's swordsmanship is only comparable to ours."

"Maybe not as good as us"

"That's right."

The mercenaries were talking.

Several children of the Stark family were also discussing.

"Who do you think will win?"

Jon Snow retracted his gaze from the front, looked at Brandon Stark beside him, and asked Rickon Stark.

Rickon Stark immediately said: "I think the older one can win. He has superb swordsmanship, but he has won two matches in a row."

Brandon Stark looked at the two 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 superb swordsmanship."

"Who do you think will win between the two of them?"

At this moment, a sudden voice sounded.

Jon Snow turned his head and saw Theon Rajgoy, who had never been dealing with him, was looking towards him.

"I think it will be the Morgan"

Jon Snow looked at the tall and tall figure next to the training ground again, and said softly.

"No, it must be the other one."

Theon Rejogey shook his head confidently and smiled, "That guy is so good at archery, he must be much worse in other respects."

"Also, this competition is about swordsmanship."

"So, that guy loses"

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

Theon continued to speak to himself.

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

And for Duke Eddard Stark in the attic of the warehouse behind the training ground.

Regardless of whether that Morgan wins or loses, he intends to recruit the other party to stay.

Such a sharpshooter is the best candidate, whether it is used to teach his children archery or as an instructor to train soldiers in the north.

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

Eddard Stark looked at the training ground below expectantly.

At this time.

Enough time off.

The emaciated middle-aged mercenary had already walked to the training ground with a long sword in hand.

Looking at the middle-aged mercenary who appeared provocatively.

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

Wearing chain mail, he walked towards the middle-aged mercenary.

"No wonder you refused to cooperate with me. It turns out that you are a marksman."

"But you have already been spotted by the Duke."

"Even if you lose, it will not affect your joining Winterfell."

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

Looking at Morgan coming, the middle-aged mercenary said with a smile, but his voice was getting smaller and smaller.

Finally, he looked at Morgan, who was standing not far in front of him.

The middle-aged mercenary said quickly in a voice that only two people could hear: "What do you think?"

Hear the words of the middle-aged man in front of him.

Morgan only felt that this guy was very thoughtful. In order to apply for this temporary swordsman to join Winterfell this time, he really achieved the ultimate in insurance.

If other sharpshooters really only focus on archery, they may really agree to the conditions of the middle-aged mercenary in front of them.

But, sorry, he met himself.

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

And today, I have to perform better in front of Duke Stark to increase my weight in Winterfell.

Morgan not only wants to win, but also to win simply and beautifully.

"I don't think so."

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

The cold light flickered, the slender blade was extremely sharp, and the obscure inscriptions were beautifully embellished.

This elf sword has accompanied Morgan through countless battles and hard battles.

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

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

At this moment, everyone around the training ground who was watching the battle noticed the extraordinaryness of the long sword in Morgan's hand.

How could the swordsmanship be so bad for someone with such a sword.

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

He guessed right, the guy in front of him was the biggest obstacle to him joining Winterfell.

"Not so much. Then you go to die!"

Blake roared in anger, and rushed forward with his long sword in hand.

"Bang bang."

Gold and iron collided, sparks flying.

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

Blake's body was unstable and he took a few steps backwards, his sword-wielding hands kept shaking, and his face was extremely ugly and frightened when he looked at the figure in front of him.

Where is this monster from?

He just slashed the opponent's two swords one after another, and his palms were sore and numb when the terrifying force from the opponent's long sword came, and it was difficult to even hold the long sword tightly.

"Damn!"

Blake gritted his teeth and growled.

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

With a low growl, Blake gritted his teeth and charged towards the tall figure in front of him with his sword again.

next second.

"boom"

A crisp metal collision sound mixed with a muffled sound in an instant.

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

Morgan quickly stepped forward, holding his sword against the middle-aged mercenary Black's neck, looking down from above with a cold and indifferent gaze.

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