Chapter 247 Start!(1/2)
"Boom..."
The sky is gloomy and thick clouds are hanging low.
The constant sound of the winter thunder.
The winter rain is the coldest and most uncomfortable when the cold wind is coming.
Morgan rode the orange "radish" on the empty wilderness avenue.
Race towards the huge black castle ahead.
The small carriage that was originally pulled behind him was abandoned by him a few days ago.
The carriage is just the eyes and ears he used to conceal the existence of the dimensional ring on his body.
In a strange world, it is not too much to be cautious.
"Radish" is a war horse, but it is used to pull a cart but is useless.
What's more, pulling the cumbersome carriage is much slower than a single horse.
Time passes slowly.
The sky became more and more gloomy.
Morgan ran wildly on King's Avenue.
Finally, before night comes, I arrive at Winterfell in front of the outer wall of the huge castle.
“Where did it come from?”
Below the huge castle, in front of the thick gate, the city guards in full armor, looked at the tall man who was exhausted but not shabby, and asked.
This is a cross-examination you must go through before entering every city.
Morgan had already experienced it while he was in White Harbor.
“Come from Baigang.”
Morgan said casually.
"What are you doing when you come to Winter City?"
The soldier asked again.
"I want to come and see Winterfell, which is famous in the northern border, and see if I can find something to do here."
Morgan calmly spoke the excuse he had already thought of.
Although this is indeed his intention.
It is normal to see Winterfell.
This is the "Winterfell" which is the ancestral castle and center of power of the great Stark family, and is recognized as the capital of the northern border.
Every year, there are a large number of people who come here for various reasons.
As for the latter: looking for something to do...
I heard Morgan talk about this.
The soldiers guarding the city immediately looked at the man in front of him.
He was tall and cold in his eyes, chain mail, long sword, coat, and horse. The man in front of him looked like the most humble ordinary mercenary.
Speaking of mercenaries.
Let’s briefly talk about the mercenaries in Westeros where Morgan is now located.
Mercenaries: They are not regular troops, but they can roam with various battlefields and receive rewards by completing tasks issued by their employers.
This group is divided into different types due to different ways of acting.
There are free mercenaries who work alone.
Secondly, there are some free knights who have no fiefs or lords, and they will work as short-term workers to whoever pays.
Another type is a large mercenary group of relatively large scale.
For example, the Golden Group with good reputation and equipment, the Warriors Group with bad reputation, and the second son Group and the Crow Group in the gray area.
Because of the need, mercenaries went deep into every corner and every aspect of the entire Westeros continent.
Small bit-and-short-work tasks.
Mercenaries can be seen in battlefield wars between major forces.
In this way, it can be seen that the mercenaries are of great importance in the hearts of the people of Westeros.
But in fact, most mercenaries are not reliable.
Because they lack sufficient loyalty and discipline.
Morgan was in White Harbor for three days.
After eavesdropping through the tavern and spending some money, I found out a lot of information.
The final decision was made to start with a mercenary.
Maybe it was Morgan's good equipment to wear;
Maybe Morgan gave people a temperament.
The city guard soldier in front of him looked at the tall man in front of him and waved his hand to let go.
At the same time, Morgan said casually as he led his horse: "The Stark family will post some tasks in the Winter Escape Town Square, and you may be able to go there to try your luck."
Hearing the sound coming from behind.
Morgan turned his head unexpectedly and saw that the middle-aged city guard had already begun to interrogate the next traveler who entered the city.
Morgan didn't say much, just glanced at the defender.
Then he followed a carriage in front and walked into the front city gate.
The huge Winterfell is divided into outer city and inner castle.
The outer wall is surrounded by a huge granite wall that is nearly 80 feet high (nearly twenty-six meters).
The inner wall is protected by a granite wall that is nearly 100 feet higher (nearly thirty meters).
Between the outer wall and the inner wall.
There is also a moat across it.
And a small town: a winter shelter.
The reason why it is called a winter escape town is because this town is abandoned most of the summer and is a gathering place for ordinary people in winter.
Morgan's trip was a winter escape town.
Otherwise, ordinary people would easily not be able to enter the inner castle where the Stark family, the "King of the North", is located.
That is the real Winterfell City.
Follow the crowd of people who also went to the winter shelter town.
Morgan headed eastward and soon arrived in front of a raucous town built mainly of wooden and stone huts.
The winter shelter is next to the huge Winterfell.
The common people who gather here are not only affiliated with Winterfell, but also a large number of merchants, travelers, and mercenaries from other places who come to visit.
It's dusk.
The sky became darker and darker.
The winter escape town is already brightly lit at this time.
The relatively spacious streets were noisy and crowded.
Morgan walked along the slightly crowded street with "radish", looking at the surrounding environment while also looking for a place to live.
Not long after.
On the street west of this pocket town.
He finally found a tavern.
The name of the tavern with the "Warm Winter" sign seems to mean something.
But Morgan was not interested in knowing.
The carrots were handed over to the tavern attendant groom.
Morgan opened the tavern door.
After a roar of thunder behind him.
The thunderous winter rain finally fell.
The whole world seemed to fall with this winter rain.
The temperature became colder and colder.
To be continued...