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The sky is getting brighter.

The wind and snow in the sky gradually stopped.

The inner castle of Winterfell.

Inside the large training ground.

"let's start..."

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

For a time.

The clash of gold and iron of ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong immediately became a chaotic sound.

On the side of the training ground.

Brandon Stark's gaze still fell on Morgan slightly ahead, and once again looked at the illegitimate son beside him and whispered: "That Mor...Morgan's archery skills are so good?"

"Then is he a marksman?"

Hearing Bran's words, Jon Snow couldn't help but once again fell on the tall figure in front of him, his face concentrated and nodded: "Of course, he is a very good marksman."

"Perhaps he will be the archery teacher for you and Riken for the next few months."

Jon Snow said softly.

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

"But, haven't the winners been decided yet?"

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

"The selection of the swordsman to replace the old coach has actually been determined."

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

"These, you will understand when you get older..."

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

"Boom boom..."

Long swords struck each other, sparks sputtered.

Ten mercenaries, you come and I fight back and forth, seem to be fighting hard.

However, as long as they are skilled in swordsmanship, or with a keen sense of observation, they can see that in the training ground before their eyes, only two groups of the five groups of fighting mercenaries are struggling to compete.

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

The picture before him was naturally easy to see with Morgan's sword skills.

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

At this time, he also knew the reason why those three groups would paddle the water.

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

They can find Morgan, and naturally they can find others.

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 from the Stark family.

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

Moreover, now the team has a more powerful marksman.

Naturally, they gave up this selection more comfortably.

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

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

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

Time slowly passed.

Four groups of five groups of mercenary battles, including the rowing ones, were quickly divided.

What is left is the group of the thin and tough middle-aged mercenary and a young and strong mercenary who are still fighting fiercely.

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

Because the middle-aged mercenary was the chief among the three who came to the door yesterday.

"Boom..."

The metal slamming loudly.

Although the young mercenaries wielded their swords and tried their best to parry.

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

After being tricked by the young mercenary, the long sword of the middle-aged mercenary was placed on the neck of the young mercenary.

The battle was immediately divided.

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

The swordsmanship of young mercenaries is nothing to appraise.

Because in his opinion, it was not long before he left the stage of novice swordsmanship.

As for the middle-aged mercenaries.

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

There are a dozen mercenaries in front of you who are in temporary contact.

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

Morgan didn't know whether the middle-aged mercenaries were strong enough to become the temporary swordsman of the Stark family.

But he has roughly seen it.

The personal cold weapon force in Westeros Continent should be much worse than Middle-earth.

Inside the training ground.

Ten people and five groups came out the winner.

The five winning mercenaries will then compete with the two according to the rules.

Robb Stark stepped forward, when he was about to say something.

I saw something unexpected happened.

Three of the winning mercenaries were consciously lost and gave up their plans to continue the competition.

Morgan stood by the training ground, watching the annoyed expressions of the three paddlers voluntarily giving up the competition, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

The three mercenaries gave up.

The same also caused the children of the Stark family in the rear to start discussing immediately.

Duke Ed. Stark and his wife Caitlin Tully stood in the back attic, looking at the scene of the training ground below, with a thoughtful look.

"Well then, I respect your decision..."

Robb Stark turned his gaze around the three mercenaries who voluntarily gave up the competition, then looked at the remaining two and continued: "Then, next, the two of you will compete."

"The winner will compete with Morgan."

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

"You guys start..."

Robb Stark stepped aside again after speaking.

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

But there is the amazing archery skills demonstrated by the marksman Morgan before.

The strength displayed by these mercenaries naturally did not take him to heart.

Although it takes two consecutive trials.

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

Looking at the two remaining two confronting each other holding long swords.

Morgan smiled.

One was a thin middle-aged man before.

The other was a young mercenary with long hair in a yellow cape.

Naturally, the Stark family and his party didn't know the relationship between the two.

But the mercenaries and Morgan who watched the battle both laughed.

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

The next competition can be imagined.

After a seemingly fierce battle.

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

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

Morgan beside the training ground sighed.

He didn't know how much benefit the other side had given in order to allow other mercenaries to retreat.

This time it wasn't for him to intervene sideways.

The swordsman of the Stark family would really fall on the middle-aged mercenaries in front of them.

Of course, Morgan didn't think the other party's methods were shameless.

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

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

After all, they are all grown-ups.

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

But I'm sorry.

When I meet myself who must enter Winterfell, it is doomed that the middle-aged mercenary's plan will fail.

Moreover, in order to repay the threat of coming yesterday.

Morgan would not be polite with middle-aged mercenaries.

We tried two battles in succession.

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

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

The mercenaries on the side immediately started talking.

This is the inner fort of Winterfell, they are not allowed to walk around easily, they can only wait here for the end of the selection, and then be taken out of the inner fort of Winterfell.

"Who do you think will win this time?"

"Is that Morgan or Black?"

"I hope it's Blake. The money he promised to me is still not given in the end..."

"Similarly, I also hope to win Black..."

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

"Indeed, this is the first time that I have seen this kind of archery. I can shoot three arrows at once and hit all of the bullseye. It's incredible..."

"It's rare and weird, what kind of existence do you think marksman is like..."

"Why do you all think that Black will win?"

"Doesn’t you find it strange that the marksman Morgan’s archery skills are so powerful that he doesn’t carry a longbow and arrows, but instead carries a long sword?"

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

"impossible..."

"I also think it's impossible. It's no surprise that you don't bring a longbow. After all, the Stark family will definitely provide..."

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

"Or maybe not as good as us..."

"Yes..."

The mercenaries talked a lot.

Several children of the Stark family are also talking about it.

"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 consecutive matches."

Brandon Stark looked at the two next to the training ground for a long time, and finally shook his head: "I don't know, that Morgan is a marksman, but that one is superb swordsmanship..."

"Which one of them do you think can win?"

At this time, an abrupt voice sounded.

Jon Snow turned his head and saw Theon Ray Joe Gey, who had never dealt with him very much, was looking to his side.

"I think it will be that Morgan..."

Jon Snow once again looked at the tall and straight figure beside the training ground and spoke softly.

"No, it will definitely be another."

Theon Ray Joe Gey shook his head confidently and smiled: "That guy is so good at archery, he will definitely be much worse in other respects."

"Moreover, this competition is about swordsmanship."

"All, that guy will lose..."

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

Theon continued to speak for himself.

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

As for Duke Ed. Stark in the attic of the warehouse behind the training ground.

Regardless of whether that Morgan wins or loses, he intends to solicit the opponent to stay.

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

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

Ed Stark looked down at the training ground expectantly.

At this time.

Enough time for rest.

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

Looking at the middle-aged mercenary who appeared provocatively.

Morgan just grinned, stretched out his hand to untie his black fluffy coat and handed it to the soldier beside him.

Walking towards the middle-aged mercenary in chain mail.

"No wonder you refused to cooperate with me, it turns out that you are a sharpshooter."

"But you have been taken by the Lord Duke..."

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

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

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

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

The middle-aged mercenary quickly said with a voice that can only be heard by two of them: "What do you think?"

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

Morgan only felt that this guy was thoughtful, and in order to be able to apply for this temporary swordsman to join Winterfell this time, he really did the best in insurance.

If other marksmen who really only focus on archery may really agree to the conditions of middle-aged mercenaries in front of them.

But, sorry, he met himself.

Not only from yesterday’s dissatisfaction with the threat of the other side’s door-to-door.

And today, I will 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 much..."

Looking at the expectant middle-aged mercenary in front of him, Morgan grinned, raised his hand and pulled out the high elf long sword "Gram De Rin" on his waist.

The cold light flickers, the sharp and slender blade ~www.readwn.com~The obscure inscriptions beautifully embellished.

This elven sword that accompanied Morgan through countless wars and battles.

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

Morgan drew his long sword and pointed it straight at the middle-aged mercenary ahead.

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

How could the swordsmanship be so bad for a person with such a sword?

The middle-aged mercenary Black immediately changed his face when he saw Morgan's attitude. When he saw the sword in Morgan's hand at this time, his face became even harder to look.

He didn't guess wrong, the guy in front of him was the biggest obstacle to his joining Winterfell.

"Not so...then you go to die!"

Blake's face was angry and roared in a low voice, and he rushed up with a long sword in his hand.

"Boom..."

The gold and iron collided, sparks splashed everywhere.

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

Blake's figure was unstable and backed up a few steps, his sword-holding hands were trembling, and the face of the figure looking forward was extremely ugly and frightened.

Where does this monster come from?

He just slashed the opponent's two swords one after another, and the palm of his hand was sour and numb by the terrifying force from the opponent's long sword, and it was even difficult to hold the long sword.

"Damn it!"

Black gritted his teeth and groaned.

He has paid so much price, there is no way to go back.

While roaring, Blake gritted his teeth and rushed toward the tall figure with a sword again.

Next second.

"boom..."

A crisp metal crash mixed with a muffled sound rang out for an instant.

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

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