I have a Mount and Blade panel and I kill people in the Game of Thrones

Deep in the Wolfwood, Olaf brutally pulled the axe from the breastplate of a knight from House Bolton. The blood on the axe blade splashed on his face, but he wiped it off with his hand without any care.

After dealing with the last pursuer, he finally had time to look up and observe how many Thern berserkers were left around.

"one two Three……"

Olaf counted to the seventh person and stopped counting.

It’s not that there isn’t a seventh living person, but that’s the limit of Olaf’s arithmetic skills.

"Tormund! Jon, are you dead? If you are, say something!"

Olaf called out loudly into the woods, and his voice was so loud that it startled a flock of birds in the trees.

"I'm not dead yet, but if you keep stepping on me, I'm afraid I'm really going to die."

Tormund's voice sounded immediately. Olaf looked around and found that he had accidentally stepped on Tormund.

Tormund pushed Olaf's calf away and then climbed up from the ground in a mess. He was covered in mud, as if he had just been dug out of the earth.

"Where's Jon? Before I left, the Lord Commander told me to protect his life. He said that the sacred Kara linked our lives together. If he died, I would not survive if I returned."

However, when Tormund heard Olaf's question, he immediately widened his eyes and wanted to dig through the corpses on the ground to look for Jon's trace.

"I'm fine, Olaf."

Jon appeared from behind a tree, holding the sword Longclaw, but then he collapsed against the roots of the tree.

"I never thought that Stannis, this idiot, would be defeated so easily!"

Olaf was relieved to see that Jon was fine, and at the same time he cursed the reckless Stannis fiercely. He didn't know that Stannis was dead at this time, otherwise Jon would have advised him that the dead are greater than the dead.

Olaf saw that the two were fine and had no obvious wounds on their bodies, so he immediately urged:

"Okay, can you still walk on your own? We have to get back quickly."

However, Tormund asked with a puzzled look:

"Back to where?"

"Of course we're going back to Castle Black. Are we going to Winterfell to die again?"

Olaf said, and waved to several Sern berserkers who were stockpiling food around him.

"Aren't you leaving?" Olaf glanced at Jon who was sitting on the ground and asked.

"You shall go... I will not leave this place until my sister is rescued and Theon Greyjoy is killed."

Jon finished his words under a breath, as if the power of hatred had restored all his strength. He held onto the tree and stood up with difficulty.

"Heh, Jon, you're even crazier than I thought, so Tormund, do you want to come with us?"

Hearing Olaf's question, Tormund glanced at Jon and said:

"Stannis's army has failed. I'm afraid we can hardly protect ourselves with just a few of us."

"Tormund, do you really want to go to Winterfell with this crazy crow?"

"why not?"

Hearing Tormund's answer, Jon gave him a grateful look.

Seeing this, Olaf cursed helplessly:

"Damn it, Jon, when we capture Winterfell, you must catch a few fat goats for me to enjoy, preferably domestic goats that are fat enough!"

Jon looked at the free folk around him. They were willing to risk their lives for his personal matter, and he was deeply moved by this friendship.

He said nothing, but hugged every freeman around him one by one. From that moment on, Jon solemnly swore in his heart that his sword would no longer only wield for the Night's Watch, but also fight to protect these freemen.

However, ideals are full, but reality is very skinny.

After Jon and his companions had a good rest, they quietly arrived outside Winterfell under the cover of night, only to find that the situation was somewhat unexpected.

Jon originally thought that after a great victory, the Bolton family would relax their vigilance and become lax in defense.

However, the Winterfell in front of them was brightly lit, and countless patrolling soldiers were moving back and forth on the walls and castles, issuing majestic orders from time to time.

They were so careful and serious in their guard, as if they were the ones who had been defeated in the daytime. Jon and his companions were shocked to see this.

"Damn it, is there a traitor among us?"

In a corner of Winterfell, Jon and his group cleverly avoided the patrol's sight. At this time, Olaf raised his axe in frustration and pointed it at several Thern berserkers around him.

"Olaf, stop yelling. We have all sworn allegiance to Commander Lyon. How could anyone betray us?"

Seeing this, Tormund quickly covered Olaf's mouth.

The latter pushed Tormund away and angrily swung his axe in the air a few times to vent his anger.

"Don't panic, we're not exposed. It sounds like they're looking for someone."

Jon had been standing in the corner, quietly eavesdropping on the conversations between the guards. As someone who grew up in Winterfell, he knew every brick and tile here very well, and he knew that this was the blind spot of the guards.

"Why bother with that? Why don't I just go out and catch someone alive and ask him?"

"Wait...Jon, damn it, why did you bring us to the doghouse?"

Olaf and Tormund's voices rang out at the same time, the latter smelling an extraordinary stench here.

Jon looked in the direction Tormund pointed, also puzzled. He knew that Winterfell had always had limited space and did not have the habit of keeping animals in captivity, except for the direwolf on the family emblem.

In the wild, Tormund's aura was no less powerful than that of the direwolf, so much so that the huge black dog in the cage was frightened and curled up in the corner, looking panic-stricken.

However, there was not only this vicious dog in the cage, there were also two pairs of bright but fearful eyes watching them.

"Who is it! Come out!"

Olaf immediately let out a low roar of anger, then stepped into the dog cage without hesitation and pulled out the two people hiding there, one in each hand.

The two people in front of everyone were a man and a woman. The man was slender, with pale skin, dry and white hair, and a face covered with dirt that could not hide the fear, but he still instinctively protected his body in front of the woman.

Although the woman's face could not be seen clearly in the dark, based on her tall and curvaceous figure, one could infer that she must be a beauty.

"Jon, is that you?"

Just as Olaf's axe was about to fall and touch the man's neck, the woman asked anxiously in a tone as if she had found a life-saving straw.

Even though it had been a long time, Jon immediately recognized the woman's voice. It was his long-lost sister Sansa Stark.

Jon was eager to get closer to Sansa, so he tried to push Olaf away, but the man in front of him stood between them with his eyes closed.

Even when Olaf's axe cut the man's neck, he seemed unaware of it.

"Sansa, tell your guards to move aside."

Jon did not immediately recognize that the person in front of him was the Theon Greyjoy, whom he hated so much. Instead, he looked at Theon with gratitude.

In Jon's eyes, it seemed that it was this unidentified guard who protected Sansa.

"Jon, he's Theon, you really can't recognize him?"

However, Sansa's next words made Jon feel angry.