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

When a dragon roar, which was countless times louder than the roar of a wild beast, came from above the clouds, many soldiers of the Bolton family fell into panic.

Although Roose Bolton had repeatedly emphasized to them that Lyon just owned a dragon and it was no big deal.

But these ordinary soldiers still found it difficult to calm their inner fears.

They could not help but recall the famous Battle of Aegon's Conquest three hundred years ago, the catastrophe in flames, and the tragic fate of the soldiers from the major families who were burned to death.

But not all of Roose Bolton's men were good-for-nothings. At least two-thirds of them had not panicked. They adhered to their posts and patrolled the battlements with torches in hand. A large number of archers were lying in ambush behind the city walls, waiting to shoot at the target as soon as it appeared in the sky.

Especially the crossbowmen who were in charge of operating the five dragon-slaying crossbows. There was no fear on their faces, and one could even glimpse a bloodthirsty sharpness in their eyes.

That was the unique look of dragon slayers. They were determined to accomplish a great feat, not only for Roose Bolton, but also to make their family go down in history forever and have their deeds of slaying dragons passed down through the ages by bards.

"Steady! Steady!"

Roose Bolton was standing on the highest watchtower in the Dreadfort. He had already seen a small black dot in the clouds, so he raised his sword high and gave orders loudly.

In the distant sky, Lyon was crawling on Balerion's back.

At this time, Balerion had just absorbed the power of the Battle of Winterfell. Its body was only three meters in size and its wingspan was far from enough to cover a town.

However, this size was big enough for a rider, so Lyon rode on Balerion without hesitation and headed for the Dreadfort together.

When Roose Bolton saw Lyon riding Balerion, a dragon that was not very big and could even be considered young among the dragons, the expression on his face, which had always been as calm as water, could not help but fluctuate with excitement.

He even began to imagine himself becoming famous in Westeros after killing Balerion with a dragon-slaying crossbow.

By then, not only will his position as the Guardian of the North be more secure, but even going south to lay his hands on the Iron Throne will not be an empty talk.

"Ready to fire!"

Seeing Lyon riding a dragon and swooping straight towards him, Roose Bolton could not help but shout loudly. This was very different from his usual elegant image. However, at this moment, not only did he not care about it, but no one cared either.

Because Leon, riding on the dragon, has reached the range of the dragon-slaying crossbow.

"Fire arrows!"

With a roar from Roose Bolton, the sword in his hand pointed at Lyon in the sky.

The five finger-like sentry towers of the Dreadfort suddenly made a shrill sound of breaking through the air.

The dragon-slaying crossbow, a weapon made using the lost craft of Valyria, is completely different from ordinary city defense crossbows.

It weighs several tons and has hundreds of precision parts, like a complex precision instrument. After years of silence, it once again emits that unique roar.

The crossbow arrows were painted with bright red paint with magical blessing, and the arrow heads flashed with cold light, sharp enough to cut people's eyes. Each of them was as thick as a baby's arm, and at this moment, they were like meteors streaking through the sky, speeding towards Leon riding a dragon in the sky.

Behind the city wall, the soldiers of House Bolton roared and shot dense barrages of arrows at Lyon and his dragon in the sky. They believed that even the dragon would be riddled with holes under such a fierce attack of arrows.

This is not just a battle between Lyon and Roose Bolton, but a desperate struggle between him and the elite troops of the most powerful lord in the North.

However, the reason why dragons need dragon riders is precisely because dragons are reckless by nature and often do not know how to avoid danger, so they need the guidance and assistance of dragon riders.

And Leon's extraordinary physique and superb riding skills allow him to control the dragon in the sky as flexibly as if he were controlling his own arms, and he is now one with the dragon.

Just as the five dragon-slaying crossbows were about to touch Balerion with their sonic-barrier-breaking roars, Lyon suddenly accelerated, then controlled the giant dragon to flap its wings as if dancing on a tightrope to avoid the five dragon-slaying crossbows.

The power of the arrows shot by ordinary soldiers was greatly reduced as they flew high into the sky, but Balerion only needed to gently flap his wings to blow away all of them.

After seeing that the first round of five meteor-like dragon-slaying crossbow arrows failed and the bows and arrows of ordinary soldiers were unable to break the defense.

A trace of panic finally appeared on Roose Bolton's face. At this moment, he seemed to think of the fate of the kings who went against the dragons recorded in the books.

He couldn't help but roared loudly:

"Archers! Keep interfering to buy time for the Dragon Slayer Crossbow to reload!"

Thinking of this, Roose Bolton was still unwilling to give up. He handed over the important task of command to his adjutant and personally went to the sentry tower at his feet to supervise the soldiers reloading the Dragon Slayer Crossbow, as if this could speed up the reloading process.

Even Roose Bolton realized that doing so was futile and even put pressure on the soldiers operating the dragon-slaying crossbow.

But what can he do? Since ancient times, people have used horses to measure the vast land and ships to control the vast ocean. However, at this time, only Lyon has monopolized the sky.

But then, Roose Bolton heard a sound like thunder, as if meteorites were falling from the sky.

He couldn't help but look towards the source of the sound from the window of the watchtower.

I saw Leon hovering in the sky, but he kept drawing his bow and drawing arrows in his hands.

Then Roose Bolton witnessed a scene more terrifying than a dragon.

An arrow was placed on the extraordinary bow in Leon's hand, and then turned into a group of cylinders the moment it was shot. The diameter of each arrow was countless times thicker than the dragon-slaying crossbow.

Lyon's targets were those sentry towers that could pose a threat to him and house dragon-slaying crossbows.

And every time Leon's arrow accurately hit the sentry tower, its power was as if dozens of dragon-slaying crossbows were aimed and fired at the same time.

The broken stones flew all over the walls of the watchtower, knocking the nearby soldiers away in panic.

In a moment, the outer wall of the sentry tower made of solid granite was completely pierced. The Dragon Slayer Crossbow was not famous for its sturdiness, but for its precision manufacturing. After all, it could not withstand the powerful arrows shot by Leon and was instantly shattered. Even the sergeant operating the Dragon Slayer Crossbow was not spared and was shot to death.

Lyon destroyed a watchtower so quickly that it seemed like just a moment.

Five finger-like watchtowers originally stood above the Dreadfort, but now one of them is missing, resulting in a blind spot in the range of the Dragon Slayer Crossbow.

It was at this moment that Balerion landed in the blind spot of a dragon-slaying crossbow on the city wall.

It had also felt the threat posed by the five dragon-slaying crossbow arrows.

As a giant dragon, it was proud and majestic, and would never tolerate any threats. So, without hesitation, it sprayed blazing dragon flames at the enemies in the other four sentry towers.

At the same time, Lyon quickly adjusted his tactics, transforming the arrows that were originally gathered into a ball into a rain of arrows. The man and the dragon vented their anger in the Terrorfort.

As the rain of metal arrows and scorching dragon flames descended, the breath of death spread, and even the strongest soldiers could not help but turn around and flee.

Some soldiers jumped off the wall and died, some were crushed to death by their companions in the corner to avoid the dragon's flames, some were shot and exploded by Lyon's arrows, and some were burned into torches by the dragon. In this chaos, the soldiers of the Bolton family staged a tragedy together.

When Roose Bolton saw the dragon looking towards the watchtower where he was, he decisively drew his sword and stabbed a dazed soldier near the window in the back, then picked up the soldier's body and jumped out of the window.

In less than half a second, Roose Bolton in the air felt a sharp burning pain in his back.

Roose Bolton used the bodies of the soldiers to mitigate the impact and landed steadily. He had no time to care about the pain in his body and subconsciously looked back.

Countless flames were seen gushing out of the windows of the watchtower. The fragments of the dragon-slaying crossbow were intertwined with the burning figures of soldiers. The scene was extremely tragic.