The sky is getting brighter and brighter.
The wind and snow in the sky gradually stopped.
The castle of Winterfell.
In the large training ground.
"let's start..."
As Robb Stark's voice fell, ten mercenaries holding long swords facing each other immediately fought together.
For a while.
The sound of ping-ping-pong-pong collision of gold and iron immediately became chaotic.
Next to the training ground.
Brandon Stark's eyes were still on Morgan slightly ahead, and he looked at his illegitimate brother again and whispered: "That Morgan...Morgan's archery skills are so good?"
"So is he a marksman?"
After hearing Bran's words, Jon Snow couldn't help but cast his eyes on the tall figure in front of him again, and nodded with a solemn expression: "Of course, he is an excellent marksman."
"Maybe he will be your and Rickon's archery teacher for the next few months."
Jon Snow said softly.
The shorter and younger Rickon Stark on the side, who is also the son of Duke Stark, immediately came over after hearing the sound, looked at the bastard brother and asked doubtfully: "You mean he will replace the old coach's position next?" ?”
“But isn’t it true that the winner has not yet been decided?”
Facing the doubts of his cheap brother, Jon Snow shook his head and continued: "No, when he shot all three arrows and hit the target."
"The selection of the swordsman to replace the old instructor has actually already decided the winner."
"Although the selection competition has not yet been completed..."
"You will understand this when you are older..."
Jon Snow explained softly to his two brothers, and looked at the mercenaries fighting in the training ground again.
"Bang bang bang..."
The swords clashed and sparks flew.
The ten mercenaries were fighting back and forth, seemingly all fighting fiercely.
But anyone with superb swordsmanship or a person with meticulous and keen observation can tell that in the training ground in front of them, only two of the five groups of fighting mercenaries are competing hard.
The remaining three groups of six mercenaries obviously showed signs of fighting.
The scene in front of him was easy to see based on Morgan's swordsmanship.
But Morgan didn't know whether the Stark family children and Duke Stark in the attic behind could see something fishy.
At this time, he also knew the reason why the three groups were rowing and grinding.
The problem probably lies with the three mercenaries who showed up uninvited yesterday.
If they can find Morgan, they can naturally find others.
Faced with the threat of the strength of the three people and the temptation of money, it is not difficult to make other mercenaries give up the selection of swordsmen from the Stark family.
What's more, we now know that the swordsman hired is just a temporary worker.
Moreover, now there is a more powerful marksman in the team.
Naturally, they felt more at ease with giving up this selection.
As for those who are really fighting hard in the training ground in front of them.
Then they should be mercenaries who are not threatened by those three evil forces.
After all, Morgan is not the only one with a temper in this world.
Time passed slowly.
Five groups of mercenaries fought, and the four groups including the paddlers quickly decided the winner.
The remaining group was the thin and lean middle-aged mercenary and the young and strong mercenary who were still fighting fiercely.
Morgan watched the battle in the training ground with interest.
Because that middle-aged mercenary was the one in charge of the three who came to the door yesterday.
"Bang bang..."
There was a chaotic sound of metal hitting.
Although the young mercenary waved his sword and tried his best to resist.
But the middle-aged mercenaries are skilled in swordsmanship and have better experience.
After the young mercenary was deceived, the middle-aged mercenary's sword was placed on the young mercenary's neck.
The battle was immediately decided.
Morgan stood by the training ground and watched the battle from beginning to end.
The young mercenary's swordsmanship is nothing to comment on.
Because in his opinion, he has just left the stage of novice swordsmanship.
As for the middle-aged mercenaries.
His 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 the young mercenaries to lose to the middle-aged mercenaries.
But that's about it.
The only mercenaries I have come into contact with for the time being are the dozen or so mercenaries in front of me.
The overall strength of the middle-aged mercenary should indeed be the strongest among the dozen.
Morgan didn't know if the middle-aged mercenary was strong enough to become the Stark family's temporary swordsman.
But he had already roughly figured it out.
The personal cold weapons and military force of the Westeros continent under our feet should be much worse than those of Middle-earth.
In the training ground.
Five groups of ten people decided the winner.
The five winning mercenaries will then compete against each other according to the rules.
Robb Stark stepped forward and was about to say something.
I saw something surprising happened.
Three of the winning mercenaries felt that they were outmatched and gave up their plans to continue the competition.
Morgan stood by the training ground, looking at the annoyed expressions of the three paddlers in front of him who voluntarily gave up the competition, and the corners of his mouth could not help but raise slightly.
The three mercenaries gave up.
It also caused several Stark family children in the back to start talking immediately.
Duke Eddard Stark and his wife Catelyn Tully stood in the attic at the back, looking at the scene at the training ground below with thoughtful expressions.
"Okay then, I respect your decision..."
Robb Stark's eyes turned around the three mercenaries who voluntarily gave up the competition, then looked at the remaining two people and continued: "Then, next, it is you two who compete."
"The winner will compete with Morgan."
"The final winner will be hired by Winterfell as a swordsman..."
"You guys start..."
After speaking, Robb Stark stepped aside again.
Of course, he noticed something strange about the three mercenaries' behavior of voluntarily giving up the competition.
But there is the amazing archery skills shown by the sharpshooter Morgan before.
The strength shown by these mercenaries naturally did not concern him.
Although two consecutive competitions are required.
However, the competition was not very time-consuming and intense, and the two mercenaries had no reason to rest.
Look at the remaining two people holding long swords and facing each other.
Morgan smiled.
One is the same thin middle-aged man as before.
The other one is a young mercenary with long yellow shawl hair.
Naturally, the Stark family did not know the relationship between the two.
But the mercenaries and Morgan who were watching the battle laughed.
Because the young mercenary was one of the three people who were with the middle-aged man.
The next competition can be imagined.
After a seemingly fierce battle.
The young mercenary naturally lost to the thin middle-aged man.
Looking at the thin middle-aged man with a confident smile.
Morgan beside the training ground sighed inwardly.
He didn't know how many benefits the other party had given to other mercenaries to give in.
Had he not intervened this time.
The swordsman of the Stark family would really fall in love with the middle-aged mercenary in front of him.
Of course, Morgan didn't think the other party's methods were shameless or anything.
The middle-aged mercenary is willing to spend money and has strength.
To be on the safe side, it’s normal to use some tricks secretly.
After all, we are all adults.
However, no matter how much the middle-aged mercenary paid to join Winterfell this time.
But I'm sorry.
When he met himself who was determined to enter Winterfell, the middle-aged mercenary's plan was destined to fail.
Moreover, in order to repay the other party's threat yesterday.
Morgan would not be polite to the middle-aged mercenary.
There were two battles in succession.
It's normal for middle-aged mercenaries to need a break.
Under Robb Stark's instructions, the training ground temporarily went into rest mode.
A group of mercenaries on the side immediately started talking.
This is the inner castle of Winterfell. They are not allowed to move around easily. They can only wait here for the selection to be completed before being taken out of the inner castle of Winterfell.
"Who do you think will win this time?"
"Is it that Morgan or Black?"
"I wish it was Blake. He still hasn't given me the last of the money he promised me..."
"Similarly, I also hope that Blake will win..."
"But that Morgan has such excellent archery skills. Even if he loses to Black, I believe the Stark family will not be stupid enough to let him go..."
"Indeed, this is the first time I have seen such archery skills. I can shoot three arrows at once and all of them hit the bullseye. This is simply incredible..."
"It's rare but strange. What kind of existence do you think a sharpshooter is..."
"Why do you all think Black will win?"
"Don't you think it's a little strange that the sharpshooter Morgan, who is so powerful in archery, doesn't carry a long bow and arrows, but instead carries a long sword?"
"Maybe it's not necessarily that the other party is better at swordsmanship..."
"impossible..."
"I don't think it's possible. It's not surprising that I didn't bring a longbow. After all, the Stark family will definitely provide it..."
"Perhaps, that Morgan's swordsmanship is just as good as ours..."
"Maybe it's not as good as us..."
"That's right..."
The mercenaries were talking a lot.
Several children of the Stark family were also talking.
"Which one of them do you think will win?"
Jon Snow looked away from the front and looked at Brandon Stark and Rickon Stark beside him and asked.
Rickon Stark immediately said: "I think the older one can win. He has superb swordsmanship, but he has won two competitions in a row."
Brandon Stark looked at the two people 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 a superb swordsman..."
"Which one of them do you think can win?"
At this time, a sudden voice sounded.
Jon Snow turned his head and saw Theon Reggie, whom he had never dealt with very well, looking towards him.
"I think it will be the Morgan..."
Jon Snow looked at the tall and upright figure beside the training ground again and spoke softly.
"No, it will definitely be another one."
Xian Leqiaogui shook his head confidently and said with a smile: "That guy is so good at archery, he must be much worse in other aspects."
"Besides, this competition is about swordsmanship."
"Everything, that guy will definitely lose..."
"But it doesn't matter if he loses. After all, my father appreciates him..."
Xion continued speaking on his own.
Jon Snow was not interested in the always arrogant Theon and was not interested in listening anymore. Instead, he looked at the training field ahead again.
As for Duke Eddard Stark in the attic of the warehouse behind the training ground.
Regardless of whether Morgan wins or loses, he intends to recruit him to stay.
Such a marksman is the best candidate, whether he 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.
Ed Stark looked down at the training ground expectantly.
At this time.
Enough rest time.
The thin, middle-aged mercenary has walked to the training ground holding a long sword.
Looking at the middle-aged mercenary who came on stage with a provocative look on his face.
Morgan just grinned, reached out and unbuttoned his black fluffy coat and handed it to the soldier beside him.
Wearing chainmail, he walked toward the middle-aged mercenary.
"No wonder you refuse to cooperate with me. It turns out you are a marksman."
"But you have been attracted by the Duke..."
"Even if you lose, it will not affect your joining Winterfell."
"The promise I made yesterday is still valid. Let's work together once and join Winterfell together..."
Looking at Morgan approaching, 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 said quickly in a voice that only two people could hear: "What do you think?"
Hear what the middle-aged man in front of me said.
Morgan only felt that this guy was very thoughtful. In order to be able to apply for this temporary swordsman to join Winterfell this time, he really took the insurance to the extreme.
If other marksmen who really only focus on archery might 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 other party’s threats.
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 wants to win simply, beautifully, and with overwhelming force.
"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 long sword "Gramdelin" from his waist.
The cold light flashes, the extremely sharp and slender blade, and the beautifully embellished obscure inscriptions.
This elf sword has accompanied Morgan through countless battles and bitter battles.
Even after entering this world, it is still as sharp as new.
Morgan pulled out his long sword and pointed it directly at the middle-aged mercenary in front.
At this moment, everyone around the training ground who was paying attention to the battle noticed the extraordinary sword in Morgan's hand.
How could someone with such a precious sword be so bad at swordsmanship?
The middle-aged mercenary Blake's expression changed immediately when he saw Morgan's attitude. When he saw the sword in Morgan's 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 good... Then go die!"
The moment Black roared with an angry expression, he rushed forward with a long sword in hand.
"Bang bang..."
Gold and iron collide and sparks fly.
On the training ground, the two figures separated immediately as soon as they fought.
Black's figure was unsteady and he took a few steps back. The hands holding the sword kept shaking. When he looked at the figure ahead, his expression was even more ugly and frightened.
Where did this monster come from?
He just struck the opponent twice in succession, but his palms were sore and numb due to the terrifying force coming from the opponent's sword, and it was difficult to even hold the sword tightly.
"Damn it!"
Blake gritted his teeth and growled.
He has paid so much and has no way out.
While roaring, Blake gritted his teeth and charged towards the tall figure in front with his sword again.
The next second.
"boom..."
There was a crisp sound of metal collision mixed with a muffled sound for an instant.
A thin figure immediately flew back and fell heavily to the ground.
Morgan then stepped forward quickly, holding his sword to the neck of the middle-aged mercenary Black, looking down at him with a cold and cold gaze.
