Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

The two swords flew like a hurricane, and the swords and spears jingled in the martial arts arena.

In just a few days, he showed a strong talent. Some people are born to fight, especially Cole.

The swords flashed and the shadows left and right, and the big swords in his left and right hands fell like a torrential rain.

Lannister seemed to want to take a good look at the Great Wall, so he followed Jon Snow and others to train in the martial arts arena these days to prepare for the upcoming long journey.

Even in peacetime, there are countless chicken-and-dog thieves on the kingdom's avenue.

The ability to protect himself naturally needs more, the better. He has no servants to protect him, so he can only use his own skills.

The sweat of these days has not been in vain. Relying on the Eye of Time and the great strength, he is invincible in the martial arts arena, and even Jon Snow dare not take over from him easily.

No matter how many skills he has, they will pale in the face of absolute power. If he is equipped with heavy armor, he is simply a human tank, and he will die if he is touched by swords.

He still looks tall and thin, but his muscles have slowly accumulated.

This unreasonable strength, coupled with his agile dodge, makes everyone who fights with him secretly worried.

Not only can he not take his attack, but he can't hit him. Isn't this bullying an honest person?

The way is simple. He has no skills at all in fighting. He often hurts his wrist when holding the sword, but even the proud Sir Alliser has to admit that this kid is already a good warrior in the Seven Kingdoms, but he lacks skills and experience.

After all, even he suffered a loss at the hands of this kid.

Pulling out the training helmet buckled on his head, sweat has long soaked his hair, which shows that the giant force and the Eye of Time and Space have consumed a lot of him.

The main thing is the mental consumption of the Eye of Time and Space. The limit is ten minutes. If the battle is not resolved in ten minutes, then he must end its use, otherwise his eyes will be torn apart, and then the sky and the earth will be dark, and he can't see anything.

Each time you use it, you must close your eyes and meditate for at least half an hour.

"Damn, you are really strong, Cole." Grenn rubbed his shoulders. His whole arm was about to fly off after taking a sword.

Originally, he was considered a small leader of a group of new recruits, but he quickly accepted his position under Cole's command, unlike a certain illegitimate child who looked high and mighty.

At the Wall, everything depends on your own ability. Although fists can be intimidating, fists alone will not make people truly believe in you.

Cole intended to pull Jon Snow into the group of new recruits, but unfortunately our Lord Jon Snow still seemed to look down on these guys.

After the training, Jon Snow walked with him.

"When are you leaving?" Jon Snow asked.

"Wait for Lannister. When he has peed enough on the Wall, we will leave."

Tyrion has been joking that he wants to stand at the end of the world and pee under the Wall, but thinking of the fierce wind above, it is estimated that the short body will be blown to the East China Sea.

"Where are you going? King's Landing? Casterly Rock?"

When asked this, he couldn't answer for a while. Where to go? He thought about it for a long time. Thinking of the coming storm, should he find a safe place to hide or dive into the vortex to seek wealth.

If he had chosen to find a safe place before, but now? Although the battlefield is blind, it is naturally accompanied by unlimited opportunities.

He is also extremely conflicted. The noble class and the knight class are like a gold coin hanging in the air, but it is also a sharp sword. If you want to take the gold coin, you have to be careful to get cut.

"Maybe I will go to Winterfell first. Maybe I will ask you to introduce your brother to me."

Speaking of Winterfell, Jon Snow's eyes suddenly burst into a gleam of light. His heart still belongs to that place, his home that he dreams of.

"Robb will not canonize you as a knight, but if there is a letter from me, Robb will definitely let you stay." He said very confidently.

"Haha, that depends on Lord Snow saying something nice to me."

He put the sword and armor on the shelf. He didn't have much hope for the armor promised by the commander-in-chief. After all, he knew very well how poor the Night's Watch was. Armor was in short supply and the quality was very mixed.

He had not been busy in the kitchen for the past few days. He used all his limited energy to hone his martial arts. Of course, he was not in the ranks of the Night's Watch. Sir Alliser would not care about him, but occasionally mocked him.

Snow was a good teacher. At least he taught Cole many fighting skills.

"Hey, Cole. Do you want to go to the hall with us?" After the morning exercise, it was time for dinner.

Glen and his gang also came over to put things down and invited Cole.

Cole naturally knew that they were isolating Jon Snow. Women and children like to use this method very much. Cold violence can sometimes make people feel accomplished.

Of course, it's not their fault. Jon Snow did do something extreme. It's human nature to leave a few tricks in the training. After all, they are brothers who will live together in the future.

But the coach of Winterfell will not teach people that way. Sir Rodrik will only tell these little wolves of the Stark family loudly, "Training is just like fighting. Any slackness will make you lose your life on the battlefield.

It's an insult to hold back in front of a knight."

"You go first, Jon Snow and I will come in a while." Cole finally chose to stand on Jon Snow's side.

If you look carefully, you can see that Jon Snow had clenched his fists for a long time, and only slowly opened them after hearing what Cole said. In the past few days of training, they have been saying bad things about Cole in his ears. Although he is angry, he has no other choice except to use more strength in the fight.

In Jon Snow's view, this kind of provocation is the way of eunuchs and women, which is not fair at all.

After the rejection, Glen and the others were not angry, because they all knew that Cole would not stay here for long.

He glanced at Jon Snow provocatively, spit out the word "bastard" with his mouth, and then left with four followers.

Cole felt helpless about the conflicts between these kids. Judging from his overall age, this is not a big grudge, but just a small fight between children.

"Jon Snow, you can actually try to integrate with them. In fact, Glen is not as bad as you think, he just looks ugly."

Looking at Jon Snow's stubborn look, Cole still decisively chose to shut up.

But someone spoke up, "If you don't want to be cut in the throat at night, you'd better listen to him."

The two turned their heads and saw a man with a big belly and a rough beard covering his entire face.

"Master Donald." Cole greeted.

The blacksmith smiled at Cole, then looked at Jon Snow with a stern face, and asked, "If killing a horse thief can make you feel honorable, then do it, but you have to be careful of assassinations from other horse thieves. Maybe one night, your head will be hung on the Great Wall for the wildlings to admire."

He scolded Jon Snow harshly with sharp words. When the two left, Jon Snow's face was like an eggplant hit by frost.

Cole was leisurely, after all, he was watching the show the whole time.

"You don't help me either." Jon Snow complained, and his gloating expression just now was seen by Jon Snow.

Cole shrugged, "I want to help you, but Master Donald seems to be right, I don't have any reason."

"Cole~" A figure waved at him from the corner.

It was Virgie. I hadn't seen him much these days, and I didn't know where he had gone.

"My good brother Virgie, maybe I can introduce him to you." Cole pointed at the short and fat boy and said to Jon Snow.

Jon Snow shook his head. He was in a complicated mood now. He just wanted to be alone. Of course, it would be good to find someone to talk to about his troubles. Unfortunately, it seemed that Cole was in trouble.

"I have to go back to the tower." He said evasively.

"Okay, see you later." After saying goodbye, Cole walked towards Virgie. What was this kid doing secretly?

He was carrying something wrapped in a cloth strip on his back.

Cole looked at him with some confusion and asked, "What's wrong? Where have you been these days? I thought the White Walkers had taken you away."

He smiled and handed over the cloth bag, "You are leaving, I have to prepare some gifts for you."

Staring at the cloth strip in a daze, he didn't expect Virgie to be running around for him these days. This stupid boy, who couldn't do anything, was often so clumsy that Cole couldn't help laughing and crying.

"This is what my father gave me when I came to the Wall. I don't know how to use a sword anyway, so I've been burying it under the Wall. Take it out and have a look."

Holding the sword in his hand and looking at the cold peak, he knew the importance of this gift. This was something that Viggy's father left for him to save his life.

Cole's pupils were slightly red. Men don't shed tears easily, but after so many years, he didn't know when he would see her again. He looked at this dark face and the simple smile that was not outstanding.

"Then wait for this sword to become famous in the Seven Kingdoms." He chuckled. "Does it have a name?"

Sometimes, men's friendship doesn't even need to say thank you.

Viggy shook his head, "A wandering knight gave the axe to my father, and then my father remelted it, but it hasn't been named yet."

Cole touched the thin blade, the sharp cold light was as sharp as dragon teeth, which was very similar to the Valyrian steel sword that Lord Commander Mormont carried with him.

"Then call it——Winter Night."