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

Lyon stood on the gravel of the Arena of the Gods, whispering the mysterious words. Those were the way to return to reality given to him by the Green Prophet when he was traveling in his dream.

These words were like an ancient spell, full of unsolvable mysteries that he still only partially understood.

"When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, when the sea dries up and the mountains fall like dead leaves in the wind, when giants taller than those outside Braavos stand tall, when the last scale of the song of ice and fire ends... in this chaotic world, there will be only one king."

Leon's voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a hammer hitting his heart.

He turned to the man who claimed to be a servant, with a hint of expectation in his eyes:

"I still only have a vague understanding of these words. I wonder if you can give me some pointers?"

Leon knows that in this mysterious land, every character may hold the key to solving the puzzle.

Lyon has been pondering for a long time about the solution given by the Green Prophet.

He looked for possible clues from those seemingly impossible conditions.

Finally, his eyes fell on the last sentence - "In this chaotic world, there is only one king."

This sentence seems to point to a clear goal: to unify Westeros.

Everything Lyon is doing now is actually paving the way for the unification of Westeros.

Ever since he had the Glazed Bow in his hand and received the help of the dragon Balerion, his plan went extremely smoothly.

His strength is unmatched in this land, and his will is as strong as steel.

However, the guy who claimed to be a servant just chuckled, and seemed not surprised by Leon's confusion.

His voice was a little cynical, but also gleaming with wisdom:

"Oh, these ancient prophecies, they are always so obscure. But now that you have found the key, keep going. Unifying Westeros and becoming the only king may be the key to your return to reality."

There seemed to be a deeper meaning hidden in the servant's words, and his eyes were deep, as if he could see through Leon's heart.

The chuckle of the guy who called himself a servant echoed in the empty arena, and his words revealed a kind of contempt for the green prophet and the gods, which made Leon feel a little uneasy.

There was a kind of disdain in his voice, as if he was mocking those who regarded the gods as supreme beings.

"Oh, if you really believe the opinions of these cowards and do what they say, then you will become their puppet!"

The servant's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Leon's heart.

"Cowards? Them? Puppets?"

Leon repeated the servant's words, with a hint of doubt and confusion in his voice. He had never thought that the gods worshipped by the world were just cowards in the eyes of some beings.

"Yes, the gods you mortals talk about are nothing more than playthings for my Lord to watch."

The servant's words revealed a kind of contempt for the gods, as if his master possessed power and status that surpassed the gods.

"Since you said I would become a puppet, what is the difference between me and a plaything in the eyes of your master?"

Leon asked back, a challenging gleam in his eyes.

He was unwilling to be anyone's puppet, whether it was the gods or the master behind the servant in front of him.

The servant didn't seem surprised by Leon's question. There was a hint of admiration in his eyes, as if he was appreciating Leon's courage and wisdom.

He spoke slowly, with a hint of mystery and temptation in his voice:

"The difference is that by becoming my Lord's plaything, you will gain power and freedom beyond the gods. By becoming their puppet, you will forever be bound to their rules and games, unable to truly control your own destiny."

"It seems that this game is called the Game of Thrones. No matter who sits on the Iron Throne, the final outcome is to be crushed to pieces."

Leon was silent, his heart was struggling fiercely.

He knew that what he was pursuing was freedom and power, the ability to control his own destiny.

But at the same time, he also knew that the acquisition of any power would not be unconditional, and there must be some price behind it.

As if noting Leon's dilemma, the servant raised his head and pointed at the dragon Balerion behind Leon, and said:

"In fact, you don't have to be so pessimistic. Now you already have a transcendent-level bow and a giant dragon of the undead level. It is not an exaggeration to call you the Dragon Lord. You are now qualified to play at this poker table that is more dangerous than the Game of Thrones."

Hearing this, there was no joy on Leon's face. Instead, he frowned and stroked the bow and arrow in his hand thoughtfully, as if he was thinking about some profound question.

However, at this moment, Leon suddenly covered his head with his hands in pain, and his body squatted down involuntarily.

This kind of sudden headache was not the first time since he became a saint. Every time, Leon felt as if his head was about to explode, and his consciousness was so swollen and painful that it was almost unbearable.

At first, Leon subconsciously thought that this might be a side effect of his inability to fully control the strength of his body after he became a saint. However, as the pain became more frequent, he began to realize that things might not be that simple.

Just as Leon was in agony, the other party's words reached his ears again:

"I have to remind you that it seems that the original soul in your body is gradually awakening. If you want to completely get rid of this weak body, my Lord can help you rebuild a physical body in the Arena of the Gods!"

This sentence exploded in Leon's mind like a thunder.

He widened his eyes, looking at the other person in disbelief, with a storm in his heart.

He had never thought that there was an original soul in his body, and that the awakening of this soul would bring him such a severe headache.

At this moment, Leon finally understood the real reason for the inexplicable headaches he had suffered these days.

When the headache reached its peak, a childish and weak voice came out from Leon's mouth:

"You damn stranger, get out of my body! This is my original body. You can't defeat me in here!"

"Leon Victor?"

Leon couldn't help but ask as he took back control of his body.

"It's me! You've occupied my body for so long, you should give it back to me!"

After hearing the other party's clear answer, Leon was stunned for a moment, then his eyes became fierce, and he asked the person in front of him:

"Is there any way to erase the other soul in my mind?"