Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

The two swords flew like hurricanes, and the swords and swords clanged on the martial arts field.

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

There were flashes of swords and shadows, and among the afterimages, the swords of the left and right hands fell like a sudden rain.

Lannister seems to want to take a good look at the Great Wall, so he has been training with Snow and others in the martial arts field these days to prepare for the upcoming journey.

Even in peaceful times, there are countless roosters, dogs and thieves on the Kingdom Avenue.

Naturally, the more self-protection abilities you have, the better. If he doesn't have a bodyguard to protect him, he can only improve his own abilities.

The sweat of the past few days has finally paid off. Relying on the Eye of Time and his great strength, he is invincible on the martial arts field. Even Snow does not dare to take over with him easily.

No matter how much skill you have, it will pale in front of absolute power. If he were to wear a suit of heavy armor, he would be like a humanoid tank, and he would definitely die if he was touched by a sword.

On the outside, he still looks tall and thin, but his muscle mass has slowly accumulated.

This unreasonable power, coupled with his dodge that seemed so nimble to outsiders, made everyone who fought against him secretly feel sad.

Even if you can't take his attack, you still can't hit him. Isn't this bullying an honest person?

Dao Zhi Jian, he has no fighting skills at all, and often hurts his wrists when holding a sword, but even the proud Ser Alliser has to admit that this child can be regarded as a good warrior in the Seven Kingdoms.

Lack of skill and lack of experience.

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

Pulling out the training helmet buckled on his head, his hair had already been soaked with sweat, which showed that his giant strength and the eye of time and space had taken a lot of wear on him.

The main reason 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 open, and then the sky and earth will turn dark, and nothing will happen.

Out of sight.

You should close your eyes and meditate for at least half an hour each time you use it.

"Damn it, you're so strong, Cole." Glen softened his shoulders, and his whole arm almost flew off just after receiving the sword.

Originally, he was considered the little leader of a group of new recruits, but under Cole's leadership, he quickly became convinced, unlike some illegitimate son who looked aloof and aloof.

In the Great Wall, everything has to rely on your own ability to speak for itself. Although fists can make people fear you, they will not make people truly believe in you.

Cole intentionally brought Snow into the group of new recruits, but unfortunately our Lord Snow still seems to look down on these guys.

After the training, Snow walked with him.

"When are you leaving?" Snow asked.

"Wait for Lannister. Let's see when he has peed enough on the Wall and we will leave."

Tyrion had been joking that he would urinate under the Great Wall when he stood at the end of the world, but thinking about the strong wind above, he would probably blow his short body to the East China Sea.

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

When asked, he couldn't answer for a moment, where to go? He also thought for a long time, thinking about the coming storm, whether he should find a safe place to stay in peace, or plunge into the whirlpool to seek wealth.

Before, he might have chosen to find a safe place, but now? Although the battlefield is blind, it is dangerous and naturally comes with unlimited opportunities.

He is also extremely conflicted in his heart. The aristocracy and knighthood are like gold coins hanging in the air, but they are also sharp swords. If you want to take the gold coins, you have to be careful about being cut.

"Perhaps I'll go to Winterfell first and have a look. Maybe I'll ask you to introduce your brother to me then."

Speaking of Winterfell, Snow's eyes suddenly burst into light. In his heart, he still belonged to that place, the home he dreamed of.

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

"Haha, then I have to rely on Lord Snow to say more nice things to me."

He put the sword and armor on the shelf. He actually didn't have high hopes for the armor promised by the Commander-in-Chief. After all, he knew very well how poor the Night Watchmen were. Armor was already in short supply, and the quality was also very mixed.

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In the past few days, he has stopped working in the kitchen and devoted all his limited energy to honing his martial arts skills. Of course, he is not in the ranks of the Night's Watch. Ser Alliser will not care about him, and he will only occasionally taunt him.

Snow is a good teacher, at least he taught Cole many fighting skills.

"Hey, Cole. Do you want to come to the lobby with us?" After the morning exercise, it was time for the meal.

Grant and his group also came over to put things away and invited Cole.

Cole naturally knows that they are isolating Snow. Women and children like this method very much. Cold violence can sometimes give people a sense of accomplishment.

Of course, it’s not their fault. Snow did indeed do something extraordinary. He left a few hands in training because of his worldliness. After all, they are brothers who want to live together in the future.

But the coach at Winterfell is not that instructive. Sir Rodrik would only loudly tell the Stark wolves, "Training is just like fighting. Any slack will cost you your life on the battlefield."

To hold back against a knight would be an insult."

"You guys go first, Snow and I will be here in a minute." Cole finally chose to side with Snow.

If you look carefully, you can see that Snow had already clenched his fists, and after hearing Cole's words, he slowly opened his fists. In the past few days of training, they had been talking bad things about Cole in his ears. Although he was angry,

But other than using a little more strength during the fight, there is nothing I can do.

In Snow's opinion, this kind of sowing discord is what eunuchs and women do, and it is not fair at all.

After the rejection, Grant and the others were not upset. They all knew that Cole would not stay here long.

He glanced at Snow provocatively, mouthed the word "bastard", and then left with four followers.

Cole felt quite helpless about the conflicts between these children. Judging from his age, this was not a big grudge, but just a small quarrel between children.

"Xiao Nuo, you can actually try to blend in with them. In fact, Grant is not as bad as you think, he is just uglier."

Seeing Snow's stubborn look, Cole decisively chose to shut up.

But someone said, "If you don't want to have your throat cut at night, you'd better listen to him."

The two of them turned their eyes and saw a man with a big belly and a thick beard covering his entire face.

"Master Donner." Cole greeted.

The blacksmith smiled at Cole, and then looked at Snow with a stern face. He asked: "If killing a horse thief can give you a sense of honor, then do it, but you have to be careful.

You have been assassinated by other horse thieves, and maybe one night your head will be hung on the Great Wall for the savages to admire."

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

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

"You don't help me either." Snow complained, but Snow saw his gloating expression just now.

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

"Cole~" A figure hid in the corner and waved to him.

It's Weiji. I really haven't seen much of him these days, and I don't know where he went.

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

Snow shook his head. He was in a very complicated mood right now. He just wanted to be alone and quiet. Of course, it would be good to find someone to talk to about his worries. Unfortunately, it seemed like something was wrong with Cole.

"I have to go back to the tower," he said evasively.

"Okay, I'll see you later." Cole said goodbye and walked towards Virgina. What was this kid doing sneakily?

He was carrying something wrapped in a cloth strip.

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

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

Looking at the strip of cloth blankly, he didn't expect that Weggie was actually running around for him these days. This stupid boy couldn't do anything, and he was often so clumsy that Cole couldn't laugh or cry.

"My father gave this to me when I came to the Great Wall. Since I don't know how to use a sword, I kept it buried under the Great Wall and took it out to take a look."

Holding the sword in his hand and looking at the cold peaks, he didn't understand the weight of this gift. It was something left by Weiji's father to save his life.

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

"Then let's wait until this sword becomes famous in the Seven Kingdoms." He chuckled. "Does it have a name?"

In friendship between men, sometimes you don’t even need to say thank you.

Weegee shook his head, "A wandering knight gave the ax to my father, and then it was resmelted by my father. He hasn't given it a name yet."

Cole touched the thin blade of the sword. The sharp cold light was as sharp as a dragon's teeth. It was very similar to the Valyrian steel sword carried by Commander-in-Chief Mormont.

"Then call it——Winter Night."
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