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

'Strong Gema' is smarter than other giants and better at communicating with humans, so he is the chief of the contemporary giant tribe. His tone is full of anger, and his rising tone when speaking makes many other free people chiefs in the tent secretly frightened, fearing that the angry giant will accidentally hurt everyone without paying attention.

"My eagle eyes will not deceive me. It was him who cruelly cut off your brother's head that night."

After Varamyr finished his trembling speech, he hid aside, fearing that the giant would lose control of his emotions after listening and take his anger out on him.

"Mance Rayder, how long will it take for your troops to gather? Damn it, my people should not have participated in this battle between you and the Night's Watch. Even the White Walkers can't do anything to us. Because of your orders, two of our giants have been killed or injured!"

'Strong Gemar' turned his head and looked at Mance Rayder, his eyes full of questioning, as if expressing dissatisfaction with the speed at which the wildlings gathered.

"We fought a great battle with the White Walkers in the Thenn Mountains. The young and strong suffered heavy losses, and many old, weak and sick people seriously slowed down the speed of the troops. If you want me to abandon them, then we can be at the gates of the city in a week, and by then at least 60,000 wildlings will be able to climb over the Wall."

When faced with the slightly threatening questioning from 'Strong Gemar', Mance Rayder simply gave his reasons slowly.

After these words, 'Strong Gemar' calmed down. Mance Rayder's meaning was very clear.

At this juncture, he could not abandon any of the free people. Otherwise, if he had this idea, he would have done it long ago. Why wait until today?

"Prince Magnar of Thane died in Black Iron Keep. Upon hearing the news, did the Thane people make any unusual moves?"

After saying this, Mance Rayder looked at his wife, who shook her head and replied, "The Thenns seem to have their own election process. After hundreds of Thenn berserkers died, the Prince of the Thenns was a berserker named Olaf, who is on his way with his troops."

"Very good. I have already appeased the people of Giantslayer and Rattleshirt. It is time to send another team of elite warriors to launch a surprise attack on Black Iron Castle."

As soon as Mance Rayder finished speaking, a wild chieftain asked in dissatisfaction, "Send more troops? Excuse me, although the Black Iron Keep has less than 500 people, it has the advantage of being backed by the Great Wall. It is a tough nut to crack. We can only be sure to take it down if we must gather more than ten or even twenty times their strength."

The chief seemed quite dissatisfied with Mance Rayder's constant sending of small groups of people to die. In his opinion, although this was not a despicable trick of Mance Rayder to weaken their wildling tribes, it was indeed not a wise behavior.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. I will lead you personally this time."

Mance Rayder raised his hand to stop the chief's complaints, with a mysterious smile on his face. It was obvious that he had some unknown trick up his sleeve.

"You? King Beyond the Wall, it's not that I don't trust your bravery, but no matter how powerful you are, you can't lead your brothers to fly over the hundred-foot-high Great Wall of Despair."

"There is no need to resort to such a stupid method as climbing over the Great Wall. Sometimes we need to be good at taking advantage of the fear in the enemy's heart..."

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Time flies, and soon, three days have passed.

The gate of the tunnel leading to the north of the Wall was lifted by several Night's Watch brothers using a winch. Two hundred Night's Watch rangers formed two rows and filed out of the tunnel, finally gathering at the foot of the Wall.

Originally, the Night's Watch was prepared to mobilize its entire army to defeat Mance Rayder in one battle in order to resolve the threat of the wildlings.

Unexpectedly, before departure, Lyon only brought two hundred Night's Watch Rangers brothers.

You have to know that only half of these rangers are veterans of the Night's Watch, and the other half are just new recruits who have recently joined the Ranger team.

In addition, the training time was too short and they lacked mutual understanding, so it was difficult for these two hundred people to play a good role when facing an army of 100,000 barbarians.

"Lord Commander, although there are not enough horses in the Black Iron Castle, our Night's Watch Rangers can still keep up with you on foot, and it won't slow us down."

Spiethrum repeatedly requested to fight, and the elite Night's Watch Oathtakers behind him, including Sam, also spoke up, hoping to change Leon's decision and take them with him.

"No, Spesium, you are our last hope. You must hold on to the Wall. If we are unfortunately defeated, you will be the last line of defense for the Night's Watch."

Lyon's attitude was firm, and he had no intention of giving in to Spacium's constant requests.

"The long night is coming. I cannot take you with me to fight a long tug-of-war with the wildlings or even the White Walkers. This battle must be a decisive one.

Although Lyon's explanation alleviated the regrets of Spaciume and others to a certain extent, they still felt regretful for not being able to fight the White Walkers themselves.

Even though the end might be death on the battlefield, Spacium and his men were already prepared. Since the moment they made the oath, they had been waiting for this day to come.

Finally, before mounting his horse, Leon patted Spacium on the shoulder and scanned everyone in the Black Iron Castle with a scrutinizing look.

Although his face looked a little immature, the people who stayed behind to watch felt the determination in his eyes.

Despite the regrets in their hearts, they couldn't help but straighten their chests and respond to Lyon with the best mental outlook.

From these more than two hundred pairs of determined eyes, Lyon gained insight into the secret of why the Night's Watch had stood firm for thousands of years.

It is precisely because of the existence of such a group of Night's Watchmen who are loyal to their duties and swore to defend until their death that neither the invasion of the wildlings nor the threat of the White Walkers can break through their defenses and invade the south.

It was unknown who started it, but soon after, the remaining Night's Watchmen and the Rangers who were about to go out joined in, and together they solemnly recited the Night's Watch's oath:

"I am the sword in the darkness, the guard on the wall, the shield that protects the kingdom.

I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come."

The voices of four hundred people repeated themselves and merged into one. Even if they were reciting in a low voice, it was enough to disturb the countless beasts, birds, and unknown threats lurking in the dense forests around the Great Wall.

Before setting off, a trace of fear flashed across the faces of many Ranger recruits from time to time.

However, when the last oath was solemnly read, everyone seemed to be blessed by the spirits of the Night's Watchmen who had been buried here for thousands of years.

The fear in their hearts dissipated instantly, replaced by passion and determination.

"Rangers! Go!"

After Jon Snow's face flushed and he roared loudly, the sound of two hundred people's hooves gathered into a powerful force, galloping along a wide road in the haunted forest.

What Lyon didn't know was that not far to the north, the vanguard led by Mance Rayder was also heading south, and the two armies were less than three days' journey apart.

The Lord Commander of the Night's Watch and the King-Beyond-the-Wall, rivals who have been feuding for thousands of years, are about to engage in what may be their final battle under the imminent threat of the White Walkers.