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

When Leon passed through the portal, he found himself standing in a vast and unimaginable arena.

Whether it was Euron who came in first or the Night King who came in later, they all disappeared without a trace at this moment, as if he was the only one in the huge arena. Fortunately, his equipment and the dragon Balerion were still there, which made Lyon feel a little relieved.

So, Leon rode on Balerion and looked around the interior of the arena.

It has to be said that the scale of this arena is staggering, and its size seems to be able to accommodate the entire world.

Especially riding on the lightning-fast Balerion, Lyon flew in one direction for a long time, but it was as if he was standing still without any change.

So, Leon tried to jump off the dragon's back.

At this time, the ground under his feet was rough and hard gravel, and he could feel the power coming from deep within the earth with every step.

Looking around, I saw sudden deafening cheers and shouts coming from the audience seats of the Colosseum.

This sudden sound really scared Leon, especially in such a mysterious place.

But strangely, Leon could not see any figure from the source of the sound.

These sounds seem to come from a vague place, making people feel confused and fearful.

However, even though there were no spectators in sight, Leon always had the feeling that he was being watched.

It felt like someone had stabbed him with the Eye of Death. The cold and sharp gaze penetrated his body and reached the depths of his soul.

He could clearly feel an invisible pressure, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching his every move, waiting for him to make a mistake or reveal a flaw.

This feeling of being watched made Leon feel uncomfortable, and he tried to get rid of this discomfort in various ways.

He began to walk around the arena, trying to find an exit or other clues, but no matter where he went, the feeling of being watched still followed him.

As time went by, Leon gradually realized that this mysterious arena seemed to hide many secrets and dangers.

He must carefully explore every corner and solve the mysteries in it before he can find a way to leave here.

At the same time, he also understood that in this environment full of unknowns, he must always remain vigilant, because he never knew when the mysterious being that was spying on him would launch an attack...

However, just as Lyon was carefully stepping over a small sand dune, his eyes suddenly shook, followed by a strong sense of impact in his heart, which made his nose sore.

Leon subconsciously took two steps back and covered his nose tightly with his right hand. Only then did he realize to his surprise that he was bleeding from his nose.

He was secretly shocked. What on earth could have made him so embarrassed? Just as he was wondering, a hoarse voice came from the flat ground behind the sand dune:

"Hey, young man, you can actually withstand my punch and survive. You seem to be quite capable! Tell me, what's your name?"

Leon looked closely and saw a shirtless man with strange tattoos standing there.

He had a small braid and dark circles around his eyes, as if he had stayed up all night for a long time, and he looked a little neurotic. At this moment, the man was chattering at Leon, with a hint of curiosity and provocation in his eyes.

At the same time, blood oozed out of the man's bandaged fist, as if he had just punched Leon and suffered a lot of backlash damage because of Leon's extraordinary physique.

Faced with the man who attacked him, Leon didn't want to talk to him at first, so he just beat him up first.

But when he thought that this was the Arena of the Gods, he should be more cautious. So Leon suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice:

"My name is Leon Victor, commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch!"

"Which one?"

"What number? I don't know."

"Oh, okay, so what was the name of your previous commander-in-chief?"

"Jero Mormont."

The man scratched his ears, thought carefully, shook his head and continued to ask:

"I've never heard of this name. What's your father's name? Oh, yes, Victor, a southern surname. Dagger, huh, what an interesting family name."

"I don't have a father." Leon's eyes turned cold, and he answered without any delay.

It's not just Jon who hates it. In fact, even Jon himself hates people mentioning his background. He has no good feelings towards his father who sent him to the Wall.

The man raised his eyebrows, seeming surprised by Leon’s answer:

“No father? Did you come out of a stone? Hahahahaha…”

Leon clenched his fists. He couldn’t stand the man’s ridicule. “If you dare to say something nonsense again, I’ll let you taste my fist!”

The man stopped laughing and looked Leon up and down.

"Oh, you have quite a temper. But in this arena, having a temper is useless."

"Especially as an opponent who has won 31 consecutive victories, I think you must have some outstanding qualities."

As the man adjusted the bandage, he stared at Lyon with sharp eyes, as malicious as Euron's Crow's Eye. However, just such a look quickly angered the dragon Balerion.

It immediately rushed into the sky without hesitation, and its body began to expand rapidly in an instant!

"Oh? What a magnificent dragon! Is it your master?"

The man who had originally been dismissive of the giant dragon beside Leon and had never treated it differently suddenly looked at the giant dragon in the sky that was getting bigger and bigger with curiosity.

However, what responded to him was Leon's cold words:

"You are wrong, I am its real owner!"

"Haha, you are kidding, right? A real dragon will not become a slave... But I think these legendary creatures should not be involved in the battle between the two of us, what do you think?"

However, Leon did not comment on the man's proposal, but just sneered. Unexpectedly, the man continued to say without panic:

"But since you threatened me with a dragon first, I'm sorry... Jörmungandr!"

As the man finished his last words, the ground behind him suddenly cracked open, and a huge, snow-white python rose into the air from the crack. Its size was no less than that of Balerion in his heyday.

Leon and the man's figures seemed so small in front of these two giants.

Jörmungandr was so large that it almost filled the entire arena. The poisonous gas and smoke rising from its body made it seem as if anyone would be cursed just by looking at it.

The man was very satisfied with the expression on Leon's face at this time, and said calmly:

"This is a projection of my master. If you and your dragon want to fight it, that's fine."