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

Just as Lyon was observing his surroundings with a serious face, a man who looked like the leader of the caravan walked towards him with anger.

He spoke the authentic Common Tongue of Westeros, and Lyon could even tell from his short and powerful accent that he was a Northerner.

He drew his sword at Leon and shouted angrily: “Damn it, you must have led them here, you cruel spy!”

After saying that, the leader of the caravan drew his sword and slashed at Leon without further ado.

The edge of his sword flashed coldly in the sunlight, carrying a sense of determination and anger.

However, the caravan leader regretted it the moment he drew his sword. Not only did Leon look at him as if he was looking at a dead man, but he also felt that if he extended his sword a little further, a catastrophe would befall him in the next moment.

Just when he hesitated slightly.

A clear voice came from a tightly covered carriage:

"Stop! I believe this boy is not a disabled person!"

Although the voice was gentle, it revealed an unquestionable firmness and authority.

The caravan leader's movements suddenly froze, and he raised his sword high up but couldn't bring it down.

He could not disobey the person who gave the order. That was his master, and the one he must obey unconditionally.

"But Miss, this guy's origin is unknown. Why did we have no problems along the way, but were attacked by the crippled army after we met him?"

The leader of the caravan asked a question unwillingly to a woman on the carriage, his voice full of doubt and confusion.

It can be seen that the leader of the caravan blamed Leon for encountering disabled people on the road.

Just then, Leon saw a familiar figure getting off the carriage.

She was dressed in exquisite travel attire, her face was firm and beautiful, and her eyes sparkled with wisdom.

Lyon could tell from the crest on her chest that she was a member of House Mormont, a family of great prestige in Westeros.

"We are just a bunch of remnants. We can just ask for help from the nearby northern shepherds. Can't our Mormont family caravan resist for even a moment?"

There was a hint of contempt and disdain in her voice, as if she was mocking those cruel people who overestimated their own abilities.

"Yes! Miss."

Although the caravan leader was unwilling, he still responded respectfully.

So, he sheathed his sword angrily and sent out a signal for help before the crippled men rushed over.

The caravan quickly set fire to the animal dung that had been prepared long ago, and soon a thick smoke signal rose in the center of the caravan, rising straight into the sky.

This is a traditional signal in Westeros, meaning help and emergency.

During this time, Leon was called over by the lady.

There was a look of scrutiny and curiosity in her eyes, as if she wanted to find out something from Leon.

However, when Lyon opened his mouth, his words caught Lyanna Mormont off guard.

His voice was calm, but every word revealed an unfathomable temperament.

"Are you Lyanna Mormont? You look all grown up, but what are you doing here if you're not staying on Bear Island?"

Leon asked, a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

Lyanna's eyes widened at Leon's question, and her surprise quickly turned into vigilance.

"How do you know my name? Have we met before?"

She asked Leon back, with an imperceptible tremor in her voice.

"Yes, but now is not a good time to reminisce about the past. Let's talk after I deal with these crippled people."

Leon replied, his voice revealing a calmness and confidence.

After saying that, Leon fumbled around on his body for a while, and finally took out a rather inconspicuous knife, which looked like a table knife that could be found everywhere in the kitchen.

The knife reflected a faint light under the sunlight and did not seem to be a deadly weapon, but Leon seemed unusually firm as he held it in his hand.

As for the powerful weapons in his inventory, such as the Fang Tian Hua Ji and Liu Xing Bow, Lyon had no plans to take them out for the time being.

He didn't want to show his full strength in such a small-scale conflict.

Even the dragon Balerion above the clouds, at Leon's signal, quietly hid his body above the clouds.

Balerion's massive form loomed in the clouds, and only Leon could sense its presence.

Leon returned to Westeros with a new identity. This time he just wanted to experience the authentic flavor of this world.

He had no intention of letting the dragon do anything, as that would ruin the adventure and challenge he wanted to experience.

Otherwise, with just Balerion's dragon breath, the battle would be a foregone conclusion, and the fun of exploring this world would be lost.

What Leon wants is to truly integrate into this world, experience every battle, every decision, and every communication with others.

Lyanna looked at Lyon, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

She could feel the extraordinary aura emanating from Leon, and was also curious about his mysterious identity.

But at this moment, the crisis of the caravan was imminent and she had no time to think more.

"Well, let's solve the crisis at hand first."

Lyanna said, with a sense of determination and courage in her voice.

She turned around and began commanding the caravan to defend and prepare for the upcoming charge of the remnant army.

Lyon held the knife in his hand and stood quietly in the caravan. He glanced around and observed the movements of the remnant army.

He knew that the coming battle would be the beginning of his re-understanding of the world and the first step of his new journey.

Lyanna stood on a hill overlooking the entire caravan, her eyes as sharp as an eagle, watching the approaching remnants.

After confirming the attackers’ formation, she turned around and said to Leon beside the carriage:

"These remnant armed forces seem to be composed of deserters who retreated from the Great Wall defense line. I see many characteristics of conscripts from northern families in them."

Lyon nodded slightly, his eyes also searching for clues among the group of disabled people. He even saw a few guys wearing tattered black clothes of the Night Watch. This made Lyon, who always loved to execute escapees and traitors, a little eager to make a move.

"Oh? By the way, Lyanna, where are the Bear Island warriors from your House Mormont? Why don't you have any with you?"

At this moment, Leon seemed to have discovered something, and a hint of concern appeared in his tone.

After hearing Leon's question, a trace of pain appeared visibly on Lyanna's face.

There was a hint of sadness in her eyes, as if the pain deep in her heart had been touched.

Before Lyanna could answer, the leader of the caravan who had been guarding beside her immediately said indignantly:

"You bastard, even if the Bear Island warriors were wiped out seven years ago, as long as the Lyanna family is still around, there will always be new Bear Island warriors appearing!"

The caravan leader's words were full of determination and indomitable spirit, and his eyes burned with loyalty to the Mormont family and pride in the warriors of Bear Island.

However, Leon seemed to confirm one thing from his words - the time of his return would most likely be seven years after the original timeline.

During these seven years, many things may have happened in the North that they were not aware of, including the annihilation of the Bear Island warriors.

But now is not a good time to ask questions. Lyon knows that he must first deal with the attack of this group of blind savages.

He turned around and faced the approaching enemy, throwing away all the rich combat experience in his mind, took a deep breath like a rookie on the battlefield, and prepared for the upcoming battle.

Leon held the knife in his hand. Although it looked inconspicuous, in Leon's hands, it could become a deadly weapon.

His body sank slightly and he entered a fighting stance, ready to meet the enemy's charge at any time.

Lyanna and the other caravan members quickly prepared for battle.

Although they were not many in number, each of them seemed extremely determined. They knew that they were fighting to protect themselves and for the honor of their family.

As the disabled man approached, the tension in the air grew.

Lyon and the caravan members were on high alert, ready to use their courage and tenacity to repel these uninvited guests.

And above the clouds, the dragon Balerion watched quietly, ready to respond to Leon's call and deal a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.