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

Mance Rayder felt a little embarrassed when Olaf called him that.

The long horse face was full of gloom, and he couldn't help but look coldly at Olaf, the man who had just betrayed him.

"Why are you looking at my men like that? Do you want to eat him? Could it be that your father is a Thenn and you are half Thenn?"

Noticing that there was something wrong with the way Mance Rayder looked at Prince Thenn, Lyon took the initiative to speak up for his new recruit.

"The Free Folk will never kneel! Even less so the Thenns!"

Mance Rayder warned Lyon in a warning tone, seemingly with good intentions.

But after hearing this, Olaf's knees seemed to be spring-loaded. He half-knelt in the open space in front of Leon and said without raising his head: "Lord Commander, this wildling leader has been provoking the glorious Night's Watch and the brave and warlike Thenns. I ask you to order him to be killed and the flesh and blood of this false king to be divided between me and my tribe."

After saying this, Olaf raised his head, his face full of excitement and bloodthirstiness, and when he looked at Mance Rayder, it was as if he was looking at a feast.

"I say, do you, the Sein tribe, have no other hobbies besides eating people?"

Just now, Officer Dennis had whispered to Lyon about the characteristics of these savage tribes, among which he emphasized the tradition of the Thenns to eat humans. This tradition has lasted for thousands of years, and more than tens of millions of prisoners of war have died at the hands of the Thenns.

Although Leon's character has become increasingly cold-blooded recently and he has seen many cruel scenes of broken arms and limbs, he still cannot imagine these as food.

So subconsciously, I want to change the behavior of the Thenns who cook for others for no reason, otherwise how will others view the Night's Watch under my command? Although the reputation of the Night's Watch has not been very good recently.

"Yes, sir!"

Hearing that Olaf had other hobbies, Leon's eyes lit up, "Tell me what it is, I will satisfy you no matter what."

"Grass goat!"

When Olaf mentioned this, he was no longer sleepy in the middle of the night and stood up suddenly, as if he wanted to see if the Night's Watch had any of these animals with them.

Upon hearing this, before Leon could react, Dennis's face darkened instantly. He walked quickly to Leon and explained in a whisper.

"I see……"

After listening to Dennis's explanation, even Lyon felt dizzy about the strange hobbies of the Sen people.

"When you bring your people to Eastwatch, I will find the goats for you."

After saying that, Leon ignored Olaf beside him and walked straight to Mance Rayder.

"King-Beyond-the-Wall, your men have already submitted to me, why don't you do this?"

To be honest, after completing the task given by the Thousand-Faced God, Lyon didn't care whether Mance Rayder was dead or alive.

Especially after seeing the free people surrender, no one said, "Oh, my former boss is pretending to faint and lying on the ground again. I have to come over to help him." This idea was further strengthened.

Unexpectedly, Mance Rayder just covered the wound on his chest, smiled coldly at Leon, and said: "If I was willing to kneel, I would have a better chance before you."

As he spoke, Mance Rayder moved his body and leaned against the ground in a more comfortable position.

"You don't understand how terrible it is for a person to lose his freedom. Those free folk don't understand, and neither do you, the Night's Watch."

Mance Rayder was lost in thought, his eyes hollow and deep.

He was once a loyal member of the Night's Watch, but during a patrol, he was unfortunately injured and was fortunately rescued by a wildling woman.

While recovering from her wounds, the wildling carefully repaired Mance's torn cloak using red cloth.

However, when he returned to the Wall, the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, Old Bear, asked him to change into a uniform black cloak.

This slight restriction on his personal freedom eventually led him to choose to betray the Night Watchman and follow his inner desire for freedom.

Perhaps sensing the firmness in the tone of Mance Rayder, the King-Beyond-the-Wall, Leon stood up and said, "I think you've made a serious mistake."

Mance Rayder responded: "The freedom to make my own bad decisions was once the greatest luxury I could ever ask for."

After saying this, Mance Rayder let out a long sigh, leaned against the tree trunk, and slowly closed his eyes.

When Mance Rayder's life came to an end, a sudden snowstorm swept in, and no one knew its origin. The flying snow seemed to hold the final funeral for the King Beyond the Wall, quietly accompanying him to his eternal resting place.

The dead are gone, but the living continue.

This battle, which evolved from a surprise attack into an encounter, reduced the already limited manpower of the Night's Watch Rangers by half, and the casualties of the free folk were similar. Currently, there are less than three hundred people who can continue to fight.

After the battle, Lyon ordered his men to pile up the bodies of all the fallen Night's Watch Rangers and Free Folk in the blizzard.

"Move quickly!"

Perhaps because he sensed the strangeness of the sudden snowstorm, Jon kept shouting loudly in the busy crowd.

Finally, before the blizzard completely engulfed the world, Lyon's men struggled to light a fire under the pile of corpses.

The raging fire devoured the corpses, emitting a foul and pungent smell from time to time. Except for the Thenns who looked as if they were wasting natural resources, everyone else's face was full of urgency.

"Commander-in-Chief? Do you also feel that there is something wrong with this snowstorm?"

Officer Dennis had drawn his sword again at some point, and stood back to back with a Sern berserker beside him.

Even though he didn't trust these free people at all, facing unknown threats, all the living had to stick together for warmth.

"Be careful, the White Walkers are coming!"

Lyon had watched the TV series, and until the long night came, every brief appearance of the White Walkers was accompanied by a blizzard that was powerful enough to swallow the world.

After hearing what Leon said, everyone became more nervous.

The warriors of the Free Folk tribe had vigilance written all over their faces. On their way south, they had encountered small groups of patrolling White Walkers more than once, but the blizzards brought by those White Walkers were never as powerful as they were now.

"Look there!" Suddenly, a short freeman with excellent eyesight pointed to a corner of the forest.

Everyone used their hands to block the snowstorm in front of their eyes and looked over there together.

At the edge of the ghost forest, there were densely packed black figures like a landslide, rushing towards the living at a very fast speed accompanied by the invasion of a blizzard.

"Woo~wu~wu~"

An old Ranger mounted his warhorse, braved the wind and snow, and resolutely blew the Night's Watch horn in his hand.

Even though there were no other Night's Watch troops around who needed him to warn, he still did it without hesitation, as if it was the Night's Watch's innate sacred mission.

At the same time, the surviving Night's Watch Rangers mounted their horses and gathered in front of Lyon, waiting for the commander-in-chief's order to break out to the south.

"Commander-in-Chief! Are you going to abandon us?"

After seeing all the Night's Watchmen mount their horses, 'Strong Gema' suddenly had a feeling of betrayal on his tall face.

But it's not his fault that he thinks so. The army of zombies in the dense forest is so dense that it seems endless. The number is more than dozens of times the number of people present.

The Night's Watch had fast horses, so they ran away as many as they could, but the same could not be said for the free folk who had to rely on their legs to run. First there was a long raid and then a battle, and most of them were already exhausted.

"You're farting!"

After Leon got on his horse, he raised the Black and White Kiss and cursed the giant viciously, then roared: "Rangers, charge!"