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Chapter 252 Destruction 【Subscription】

It was getting brighter and brighter.

The wind and snow in the sky gradually stopped.

Winterfell Castle.

In the large training ground.

"let's start"

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

a time.

The sound of ping-pong-pong metal-iron collision immediately became chaotic.

Beside the training ground.

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

"Then he's a sharpshooter?"

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

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

Jon Snow said softly.

Rickon Stark, who is also the son of Duke Stark, leaned over and looked at his illegitimate brother doubtfully, "You mean he will take the place of the old coach next time?" ?”

"But, hasn't the winner been decided yet?"

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

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

"Although the selection competition has not yet been completed"

"These, you will understand when you grow up."

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

"bang bang bang"

The swords collided and sparks flew.

The ten mercenaries fought back and forth, seeming to be fighting fiercely.

However, anyone with superb swordsmanship or keen observation skills could see that in the training ground in front of them, only two of the five groups of mercenaries were struggling to compete.

The remaining three groups of six mercenaries obviously showed signs of fighting with water grinders.

It was easy to see the picture in front of him with Morgan's swordsmanship.

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

At this time, he also knew the reason why those three groups were paddling water.

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

If they can find Morgan, they can naturally find others.

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

What's more, it is now known that the hired swordsman is just a temporary worker.

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

Naturally, they felt more at ease when they gave up this selection.

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

Then 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 the four groups, including those who paddled, quickly decided the winner.

What was left was the group of the lean middle-aged mercenary and a young and strong mercenary who were still fighting fiercely.

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

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

"Bang bang."

There was a clatter of metal clashing.

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

But the middle-aged mercenary is skilled in swordsmanship and has even better experience.

After the young mercenary was tricked, the middle-aged mercenary's long sword fell on the young mercenary's neck.

The battle was immediately decided.

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

The young mercenary's swordsmanship is nothing to criticize.

Because in his opinion, he just left the stage of novice swordsmanship not long ago.

As for the middle-aged mercenaries.

The 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.

The mercenaries in contact with them for the time being are the dozen or so in front of them.

The overall strength of the middle-aged mercenary should indeed be the strongest among the dozen or so.

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

But he has roughly seen it.

The strength of personal cold weapons in Westeros under your feet should be much worse than that in Middle-earth.

inside the training ground.

Ten people and five groups decided the winner.

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

Robb Stark stepped forward and was about to say something.

I saw something unexpected happened.

The three winning mercenaries felt that they were invincible and gave up their plans to continue the competition.

Standing by the training ground, Morgan looked at the annoyed expressions of the three paddlers who voluntarily gave up the competition, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly raised.

The abandonment of these three mercenaries.

It also caused the children of the Stark family behind to discuss immediately.

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

"Okay then, I respect your decision."

Robb Stark glanced at 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 who will compete."

"The winner will compete with Morgan."

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

"Let's get started"

Robb Stark stepped aside again after speaking.

Of course, he noticed that the behavior of the three mercenaries voluntarily giving up the competition seemed a little strange.

But there is the amazing bow and archery shown by the sharpshooter Morgan before.

Naturally, the strength shown by these mercenaries was not taken seriously by him.

Although it is necessary to conduct two consecutive competitions.

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

Looking at the remaining two people who were confronting each other with long swords.

Morgan laughed.

One was the thin middle-aged man from before.

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

The entire Stark family naturally didn't know the relationship between these two.

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

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

The next competition can also be imagined.

After a seemingly fierce battle.

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

Looking at middle aged thin man with confident smile.

Morgan next to the training ground sighed inwardly.

He didn't know how many benefits the other party gave to the other mercenaries.

If it wasn't for his meddling this time.

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

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

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

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

They are adults after all.

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

But sorry.

When he met himself who was determined to enter Winterfell, the plan of the middle-aged mercenary was doomed to fail.

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

Morgan would not be polite to middle-aged mercenaries.

There were two consecutive battles.

It's normal for middle-aged mercenaries to need some rest.

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

The mercenaries on the side immediately started discussing.

This is the inner castle of Winterfell, they are not allowed to move around easily, they can only wait here until the selection is over, and then they are taken out of the inner castle of Winterfell.

"Who do you think will win this time?"

"That Morgan, or Blake?"

"I wish it was Blake, he promised me the money and the last one."

"The same, I also hope that the winner is Blake"

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

"Indeed, this is the first time I've seen such a bow and archery technique. It's unbelievable that I can shoot three arrows at a time and all of them hit the bull's-eye."

"Rare is more strange, 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 sharpshooter Morgan is so powerful in archery that he doesn't carry a long bow and arrows, but a long sword instead?"

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

"impossible"

"I also think it's impossible. 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 only comparable to ours."

"Maybe not as good as us"

"That's right."

The mercenaries talked a lot.

Several children of the Stark family were also discussing.

"Who do you think will win?"

Jon Snow withdrew 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 won two matches in a row."

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

"Who do you think will win?"

At this time, an abrupt voice sounded.

Jon Snow turned his head, and saw Theon Rejogoy, whom he had not dealt with very much, looking towards him.

"I think it's that Morgan"

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

"No, it must be another one."

Sean Rejogoy shook his head confidently and said with a smile: "That guy is so good at archery, he must be much worse in other aspects."

"And, this competition is about swordsmanship."

"So, that guy is doomed"

"But it doesn't matter if he loses, after all, Father appreciates him."

Sean continued to speak on his own.

Jon Snow was not interested in Theon, who had always been proud and arrogant, and was not interested in listening. Instead, he 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 him to stay.

Such a sharpshooter is the best candidate, whether it is used to teach his children archery or as a coach to train soldiers in the northern border.

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

Ed Stark looked expectantly at the training ground below.

At this time.

Enough rest time.

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

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

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 sharpshooter."

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

"Even if you lose, it won't affect your joining Winterfell."

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

Seeing Morgan approaching, the middle-aged mercenary said with a smile, but his voice became smaller and smaller.

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

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

He heard the words of the middle-aged man in front of him.

Morgan only felt that this guy was thoughtful, and in order to apply for this temporary swordsman to join Winterfell as he wished this time, he really took the insurance to the extreme.

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

But, sorry, what he met was himself.

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

And today, he had to perform better in front of Duke Stark, so as to increase his weight in Winterfell.

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

"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 "Gramdrin" from his waist with a "wow".

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

This elven sword has accompanied Morgan through countless battles and bitter battles.

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

Morgan drew out his long sword and pointed it 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 long sword in Morgan's hand.

For a person who can possess such a precious sword, how could his swordsmanship be so poor.

The middle-aged mercenary Black immediately changed his complexion when he saw Morgan's attitude, and his complexion became even more ugly when he saw the long sword in Morgan's hand at this time.

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

"It's not good. Then you go to die!"

Blake roared angrily and rushed forward with a long sword in his hand.

"Bang bang."

Gold and iron collided, and sparks flew everywhere.

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

Blake's figure was unstable and he took a few steps back, his hands holding the sword kept shaking, and the figure looking forward looked even more ugly and terrified.

Where did this monster come from?

I just slashed the opponent's sword twice in succession, and my palm was sore and numb by the terrifying force from the opponent's long sword, and it was difficult to hold the long sword tightly.

"Damn!"

Blake gritted his teeth and growled.

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

While growling, Black gritted his teeth and rushed towards the tall figure with his sword again.

next second.

"boom"

There was a crisp metal collision sound mixed with a muffled sound for an instant.

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

Morgan immediately stepped forward, holding the sword to the neck of the middle-aged mercenary Black, looking down from a high position with cold and indifferent eyes.

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