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Chapter 251 Shocking the audience!

"Hoohoo."

The cold wind whistled.

Snowflakes dance in the sky.

Although there is not much snow.

However, Winterfell City was in full swing.

A large number of servants are busy.

When Morgan and a group of mercenaries who participated in the selection of swordsmen were taken to the training ground of the Stark family by the gray-robed young man.

There are already several people waiting on the training ground.

Except for the guards standing by the training ground.

At this time, there were four figures, two tall and two short, standing in front of the training ground.

Wearing black robes, the two tall figures were about the same age as the gray-robed young man who led the team. One had slightly longer hair and the other had slightly short hair. They were both handsome.

The two shorter ones were also wearing black luxury fluffy coats, but their faces were immature. They were obviously children who had not yet grown up, and they should be around ten years old.

A group of mercenaries were brought before these four people.

Although some people may have already guessed the identities of the four people in front of them, no one knew them.

When Morgan, who was following behind the mercenaries, saw four figures in front of him.

His eyes narrowed slightly again.

Although he is not very familiar with this world, he still knows some main characters.

For example, the handsome young man with shoulder-length black hair in front of him is called "Jon Snow", the illegitimate son of Duke Stark.

And the short-haired young man next to him, Duke Stark's eldest son "Robb Stark".

There is also the child who is not tall and has a handsome appearance, "Brandon Stark" who is also the child of Duke Stark.

It has been more than half a month since I came to this world.

Morgan finally met the familiar plot characters.

After recognizing these three, the child next to him with the same childish face should also be Duke Stark's child.

And the gray-robed young man in front of him should be the adopted son of Duke Stark.

Duke Ed Stark has five children, three sons, two daughters, an illegitimate son, and an adopted son.

That's what Morgan hears from the Warm Winter Tavern these days.

It is easy to associate with the immediate situation.

"Are these the people?"

Robb Stark looked at the dozen or so mercenaries approaching, his eyes moved to Theon Greyjoy's face and he asked.

"It's all here."

Theon Greyjoy nodded.

Although the mercenaries who signed up were not all there, and there were still three short, but he had no interest in waiting any longer.

Anyway, the swordsman chosen right now is only temporary.

When the old coach of the family recovers from his injury, the old coach will continue to teach Bran and Rickon again.

"Then let's get started."

Hearing what Theon said, Robb Stark nodded.

"Go, prepare the longbow and arrows, and move out the target"

Robb Stark looked at the soldiers beside him and ordered.

The soldiers left quickly.

Robb Stark walked up to a group of mercenaries and said, "I am Robb Stark."

"Although the swordsman selected for my brother this time only needs to work for a few months."

"However, as long as you do a good job, you can join us in Winterfell after completing the mission."

"The fencing masters we hire need to be proficient in swordsmanship and archery."

"I'm sure you all already know that."

"The next selection method is also very simple, you just have to compete with each other."

Following Robb Stark's voice fell.

A group of mercenaries immediately started whispering to each other.

For the mercenaries, although it is a pity that they are only temporary swordsmen, the commission is generous this time, and they can join Winterfell after the event is completed, which is already very good.

At this time, Morgan also knew that the swordsman hired by the Stark family this time was only a temporary worker.

But it didn't affect him much.

He didn't want to be a swordsman for the Stark family all the time.

At this time, several soldiers had already taken out several longbows and arrows from the warehouse next to the training ground.

And there are several archery targets placed far in front of the training ground ahead.

"Let's compete with bow and archery first, whichever of you will come first"

Looking at the targets set up by the soldiers, Robb Stark asked a group of mercenaries.

The voice fell.

A group of mercenaries immediately look at me, and I look at you.

In fact, the sooner this kind of competition is played, the better.

Because the front shot is good.

The state of mind of the later appearances will be affected to some extent.

"I'll come first."

Soon, a middle-aged mercenary with a swollen face and a long sword hanging from his waist came out.

Robb Stark nodded, and the soldiers beside him immediately handed over their longbows and arrows.

Watching the middle-aged mercenary take the bow and set the arrow.

Behind him, Jon Snow walked up to his younger brothers Brandon Stark and Rickon Stark, and said, "Concentrate on watching."

At this moment, everyone on the training ground focused their attention on the middle-aged mercenary.

Morgan cheered up even more.

Because this middle-aged fat man was one of the three people who came to him yesterday and wanted him to back down.

at this time.

The snowflakes in the sky are getting smaller.

The sky is also brighter than before.

After the middle-aged mercenary raised his bow and focused on aiming, he let go of the bowstring.

"whoosh"

A soft sound.

The arrow accurately hit the target tens of meters away.

These targets are made of special wood, and a square piece of cloth is nailed in the middle, and the center of the cloth, that is, the position of the bull's eye, is painted with a black mark.

At this moment, the arrow of the middle-aged mercenary hit the edge of the black bullseye.

"Damn!"

"Actually, I'm better at swordsmanship."

The middle-aged mercenary looked at the target in the distance, cursed in a low voice, and handed the longbow to the soldier beside him.

Although it was barely a hit.

But it is obviously not enough to apply for a swordsman.

Robb Stark said calmly, "The next one."

The voice fell.

A middle-aged mercenary with thin cheeks came out immediately.

Seeing this, Morgan looked a little playful.

Because this is the one in charge of the three who approached him yesterday.

This one has a long bow and arrows on his back.

Declining the soldier's longbow, the middle-aged thin man took off the longbow and arrows on his back, and opened his bow to set an arrow.

"whoosh"

A soft sound.

The arrow hits the exact center of the target.

The middle-aged man put away his long bow and arrows, and walked aside with a confident smile.

Morgan was not surprised to see the middle-aged man hit.

If this is all missed.

Even if he wins over everyone else, the Stark family probably won't like it.

The middle-aged mercenary finished shooting, so Robb Stark didn't need to speak this time.

The next mercenary came out immediately.

Time passed slowly.

The one-man-one-arrow competition method is still very fast.

It didn't take long.

All the thirteen mercenaries finished shooting arrows.

The result is that ten hit the bullseye.

The other three missed slightly.

Generally speaking, the strength of these mercenaries is not bad.

With No.13 mercenaries put down their longbows.

Morgan stepped forward.

Wearing a black woolen windbreaker, he is tall and mighty, with a stern and calm appearance.

Morgan beat anyone on the training ground with his looks and temperament alone.

Watching the final Morgan play.

Robb Stark, Jon Snow, and other mercenaries with a little discernment couldn't help cheering up.

The one in front of him is obviously different from the other dozen or so mercenaries just by looking at his appearance and clothing.

Obviously it doesn't look like an ordinary mercenary.

Only the elf sword was hanging on Morgan's body, and the soldiers beside him immediately handed over a longbow and an arrow upon seeing this.

Morgan took the longbow, but looked at the single arrow in the soldier's hand and said, "Give me two more."

The voice fell.

Not only the soldiers holding arrows recently were stunned.

The surrounding mercenaries who heard Morgan's voice clearly and several members of the Stark family were also stunned.

The soldier reacted very quickly, as if he was worried that he hadn't heard clearly, he immediately asked, "Do you want two more arrows?"

"You heard that right."

Morgan nodded.

Only then did the soldier come to his senses, and immediately drew two more arrows from the quiver behind him and handed them to Morgan.

Watch Morgan take three arrows.

A group of mercenaries a little far away finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"What is that guy doing?"

"Three arrows. Who does he think he is?"

"Is it deliberately trying to attract the attention of the Stark family?"

"I've seen marksmen who can shoot two arrows at once, but three arrows at once."

"This guy doesn't look like he's joking"

"I hope this guy is putting on a show. If this is shot, then we have nothing to do with it"

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Morgan's actions not only caused the mercenaries behind him to discuss in a low voice.

Even the members of the Stark family were all in high spirits. Brandon Stark immediately looked at Jon Snow behind him and asked, "Can anyone shoot three arrows at once?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it."

"Maybe there is."

"We'll find out when we read on."

Jon Snow looked at the figure in front of him and said softly.

Robb Stark, the Duke's eldest son who was in charge, stared intently at the tall figure in front of him.

If this can be shot, the marksman in front of him, Winterfell City will not let him go.

Just as everyone in the training ground looked nervously at the figure in front of them.

Morgan twitched the longbow in his hand with an extremely calm expression, and then stretched the bow and set the arrow, which instantly stretched into a full moon.

Three arrows rest on the longbow.

Morgan looked ahead at the distant target.

Such a distance, such a still dead target.

With Morgan's bow and archery attainments at this time, even if he closes his eyes, it is very likely that he will hit them all.

But he just needs to get the attention of the Starks.

There is no need to be overly forceful.

Take aim a little.

Morgan calmly let go of the bowstring.

"whoosh whoosh"

The three off-string arrows shot towards the target in front of them with a whistling sound.

next second.

"bang bang bang"

Three muffled sounds sounded one after another.

Three arrows, three targets, all hit.

For an instant.

The entire training ground was silent.

Everyone stared at the arrow in the center of the three targets in the distance, and was a little dazed.

Everyone knows that those who are extremely good at archery are called sharpshooters.

But the reality is rarely seen.

At this moment, everyone believed it.

If there is a sharpshooter, it must be the guy in front of him.

at this time.

Just when the people on the training ground still hadn't reacted.

"Clap clap."

A clap suddenly sounded from behind.

"Excellent archery."

Along with the applause, there was a heavy voice.

Everyone in the training ground who was awakened by the applause came back to their senses, and immediately turned their heads to look behind.

You can see it in the attic of the warehouse behind.

A handsome middle-aged man with a resolute complexion in a luxurious brown robe and a middle-aged lady in a delicate dark blue robe are looking down at the training ground.

The applause came from the hands of the smiling middle-aged man.

"Father."

"Mother."

"Lord Stark"

"Your Excellency the Duke."

"lady."

Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Brandon Stark, and Theon Greyjoy immediately saluted the two above the warehouse.

Among the mercenaries, even those who had never seen Duke Stark reacted at this moment, and saluted the two above them one after another.

Morgan also recognized who these two were, and also bowed his head to show respect.

"Breathtaking archery."

Ed Stark looked at the figure below and praised again, and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"

The voice fell.

this moment.

All the mercenaries looked at Morgan enviously, and being favored by Duke Stark, this guy was obviously about to develop.

Although I have to admit that this guy is amazing in archery.

Just because of the three arrows shot just now, and all of them hit the target, he was amazed.

This is no coincidence or luck at all.

This guy is the undisputed marksman.

It was completely reasonable to be seen by Duke Stark on the spot and to be appreciated.

"Thank you Lord Stark for your appreciation."

"I'm Morgan."

Morgan spoke calmly with a smile on his face, and his demeanor made Duke Eddard Stark appreciate it even more.

"I remember."

Ed Stark looked at Morgan and nodded with a smile, then looked at his son Robb Stark and said, "Go ahead."

"Yes, father."

Robb Stark turned his head and looked at Morgan with a significantly different look.

Just rely on that arrow.

Winterfell would never let such a marksman go.

What's more, he was seen by his father and appreciated so much.

Next, let's see how this mercenary named Morgan is good at swordsmanship.

If nothing else, the swordsman must be him.

At this time, Robb Stark didn't say much, just looked at Morgan and smiled, then looked at the mercenaries, and continued: "Next is the swordsmanship competition."

"Everyone who just hit the bull's-eye, let's find an opponent to compete with."

"The last winner."

Robb Stark said and looked at Morgan: "Contest with Morgan again."

The voice fell.

This time, the mercenaries were silent.

Morgan was treated so favorably.

Robb Stark is so partial to Morgan.

Even if the mercenaries were dissatisfied, they could only hold it in their hearts.

The arrow just now shocked not only the mercenaries, but also Duke Stark.

Now the Duke and Lady of Winterfell are watching from the attic behind them.

Who dares to complain now?
Talking nonsense?
"Okay, everyone, get ready to start."

"Remember to be careful"

Robb Stark stepped aside after speaking.

Morgan returned the longbow to the soldier beside him and stood aside.

Center of the training ground.

The ten mercenaries who had hit the bull's-eye before were divided into five groups and confronted each other with long swords in hand.

Although Morgan is already everyone's biggest opponent.

But as long as House Stark doesn't announce who the swordsman is, they still have a chance.

What if Marksman Morgan is terrible at swordsmanship?
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