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

Winterfell.

When the armies of the lords loyal to Stark participated in the attack on the Dreadfort and returned almost intact, Sansa Stark, standing on the high tower, was full of confusion.

Since ancient times, wars have always been accompanied by sacrifices, and there has never been a battle without casualties.

So, when she saw the solemn expressions on the faces of those vassal officials, she felt as if these people had experienced something even more painful than defeat.

Puzzled, Sansa hurried downstairs, stopped the lord from Deepwood Motte, and asked anxiously the reason.

"Sir Robert Glover, did you lose the battle? Why are the soldiers' morale so high, but you lords are not happy?"

Robert Glover, who was deep in thought, woke up from his thoughts. He glanced at Sansa, rolled his eyes, and asked:

"Where is your uncle, the new shepherd of the North, Benjen Stark?"

"What is Northern Territory Pastor?"

"It's the new title created by Commander-in-Chief Lyon... In short, it's equivalent to the original Warden of the North, and I've been transformed from the Lord of Deepwood Motte to the Governor of Deepwood Motte. I really don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing..."

Sansa listened to Robert Glover's almost complaining mumblings, and even after she had recently made up for the knowledge she should learn as a lord's wife, she still found it difficult to understand for a while.

What’s more, this was Robert Glover, a man of generous character known for his martial virtues.

Strictly speaking, there are indeed few cultured patriarchs in the North, and the harsh climate there has prevented this frozen wasteland from nurturing rich flowers of knowledge.

Robert Glover glanced at Sansa, who also had a confused look on her face, and sighed softly, without mentioning the ideals of world peace, equality for all, shared wealth, and no oppression that Lyon had declared during the march.

Even the most important thing at the moment, which is to declare a ceasefire across the entire continent, may be difficult to achieve in a short period of time.

At least until the dragons descended upon the strongholds of disobedient lords, as they had descended upon the Dreadfort.

"So, where is Commander-in-Chief Lyon now?"

"I don't know. He flew straight north after the Battle of the Dreadfort."

But as soon as Robert Glover finished speaking, the majestic figure of a giant dragon appeared in the sky.

The dragon has now grown to a size that allows its wingspan to cover half the town.

Its scales shone with a dazzling light, making it seem as if it were covered in an indestructible armor of Valyrian steel, and its claws were so huge that it seemed that it could grab a heavy cart effortlessly.

Especially the pair of majestic dragon eyes, which reveal a captivating look. They seem to be staring into an endless abyss, making people dare not look at them.

"Is this the same dragon Lord Commander Lyon rode when he left, Balerion?"

Sansa couldn't tell whether it was the heat wave caused by the dragon passing over Winterfell or the fear deep in her heart that made her suddenly fall to the ground with a thud.

Even though Sansa had seen Lyon's dragon in Winterfell last time, she found it difficult to recognize this dragon at this moment.

"It's Balerion, Sansa. This dragon seems to be born for war. Unlike other dragons that grow by devouring flesh and blood, it seems to devour the souls of those who died on the battlefield. It's terrible. Other dragons have at least several years to decades of dormant growth, but Lord Commander Lyon's 'Black Death' Balerion doesn't seem to need it!"

Robert Glover gripped the reins tightly, trying his best to control the horse under him to prevent it from running away in panic.

Then he looked up at the sky with eyes filled with fear or respect that was hard to tell.

Soon, the dragon Balerion flew alone to a plain opened up on a high mountain outside Winterfell, while Lyon walked towards Winterfell alone.

Seeing Lyon's arrival, the Stark family guards of Winterfell immediately cleared out all the irrelevant people near the castle gate and looked at Lyon fanatically.

Except for nobles, lords and a few war fanatics, as ordinary soldiers, they knew that Leon and his dragon were fighting for their survival.

Therefore, the respect they showed for Lyon at this moment was not false, but sincere admiration and gratitude.

Even among these soldiers guarding Winterfell, many were prisoners of war before. However, after the war, Lyon gave them freedom without hesitation.

In order to repay Lyon's kindness, they resolutely put on their armor again and went into battle just to protect Lyon.

However, joining the Night's Watch in Lyon was no easy task. At the very least, applicants needed to be able to defeat the Night's Watch's defenders one-on-one, which was enough to discourage many people.

Therefore, these people chose to join the Stark army instead, after all, they were already loyal to the Guardian of the North.

As these soldiers continued to hear the tragic news that their comrades who remained in the Dreadfort had been annihilated, their loyalty became stronger out of fear.

Now, as long as Leon wants, his panel can approve thousands of applications every day.

But at this time, Lyon already possessed two invincible means, Liuxing and the dragon, and was no longer so enthusiastic about riding and sword fighting, so he rejected them all.

"Commander-in-Chief Lyon, can we talk?"

When Robert Glover saw Lyon walk into the city, he quickly dismounted and served by his side, with a cheesy smile on his face, which made Sansa frown.

"I recognize you, Robert Glover, Lord of Deepwood Motte. I think we should wait until all the lords of the North are gathered before we talk."

Leon's answer was polite yet indifferent.

However, Robert Glover didn't seem to care about it. Instead, his face showed a look of glory for successfully chatting up Leon.

Sansa seemed to be truly getting to know Robert for the first time, and had a new understanding of him.

As Lyon walked past Sansa, he nodded to the future Queen of the North in the TV series out of habit.

However, since Benjen Stark, who was higher in the line of succession, was still alive, there was no obvious dispute between Sansa and Jon for the throne of the King in the North.

However, perhaps because of Lyon's nod, Sansa seemed to have a slight misunderstanding in her heart.

She couldn't help but call out to Leon.

"Commander-in-Chief... um, can I call you Leon? It looks like we are not much different in age."

What Sansa said was not wrong. Putting aside the filter of power and strength, Lyon looked almost the same age as the precocious Sansa.

Sansa in particular is a beauty that conforms to traditional aesthetic standards. She inherited the Tully family's delicate cheekbones, clear blue eyes, and thick, shiny auburn hair from her mother.

As the years passed, she grew up and her figure became slender and elegant, full of charming feminine charm.

After going through so many hardships, her eyes became more and more charming.

Especially when she started speaking, the affectionate look she gave Lyon made the surrounding Winterfell soldiers, even Lord Robert, stop and listen involuntarily, attracted by her words.

"What is it? Lady Sansa Stark..."

However, when Sansa heard Lyon call her "Lady" in a slightly puzzled tone.

The light in her eyes dimmed involuntarily...