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

Towards evening, after a difficult journey, the Mormont family caravan finally chose a place on the seaside with its back to a cliff as a temporary camp.

Here, they can get natural protection and reduce the risk of being attacked by the enemy.

The leader of the caravan quickly ordered his men to unload the goods from the carriages and arranged sentries and reconnaissance to ensure safety at night.

Although the battle during the day was short, with the help of Lyon, the caravan repelled the Remnant Legion with almost no major losses.

Despite this, the caravan leader's face was still full of worry. He was worried that the crippled army would launch a surprise attack at night, so he did not let his guard down.

Lyanna was busy taking care of the wounded. She was surrounded by several maids who looked like doctors. Together they treated the wounded in the camp.

There was a hint of fatigue on her face, but more of determination and sense of responsibility.

The caravan leader walked up to Lyanna and looked at her sternly.

Lyanna understood what he meant. She glanced at Lyon and then walked towards an empty area by the sea.

The sea breeze is howling here, making it an ideal place for conversation without having to worry about outsiders hearing your conversation.

It has to be said that Lyanna Mormont has been a beauty since she was a child. When she grew up, she would be famous in Westeros just for her beauty. According to the life trajectory of a normal noble lady, even if Lyanna inherited the position of the head of the Mormont family, she should have found a son-in-law or got married.

But it seems that fate is cruel, and now Lyanna has to live a precarious wandering life.

Beneath Lyanna's tough appearance, few people seem to be able to see her soft and fragile heart.

"This guy's origins are unknown, Lady Lyanna. You must not let your guard down. Our pioneering journey must be foolproof, otherwise the inheritance of House Mormont will be cut off." The caravan leader's words revealed his concern for the future of House Mormont.

"Of course I know that, but he doesn't look like a cruel person. You know, I have the ability to tell whether a person is evil or not." Lyanna replied with confidence in her voice.

"I have no intention of arguing with you on this point, Lady Lyanna. You must be careful in everything you do." Although the caravan leader still had doubts, he ultimately chose to trust Lyanna's judgment.

It was late at night, and most people in the camp had fallen asleep, leaving only the night watchmen patrolling in the dark. Lyanna had been busy all day, and she returned to her tent to rest.

Suddenly, she was awakened by a slight noise.

She immediately became alert, quietly walked to the door of the tent, opened a crack and looked out. It was pitch black outside, but she vaguely saw several dark shadows moving in the direction of the storage of the goods.

Lyanna's heart tightened as she realized that this might be a sneak attack by the Remnant Legion.

She turned around and woke up the maids around her, asking them to protect the wounded, then picked up her weapon and followed quietly.

She approached the shadows cautiously, ready to strike at the critical moment.

In the cover of night, Lyanna discovered that these people were indeed the remnant army from the daytime, especially the White Harbor Knight who led the team. Even though he changed into a nightgown for easy camouflage, Lyanna still recognized him at a glance.

When the caravan leader came to Lyanna, he carefully observed the situation, then frowned and said:

"These remnants knew that they might not be able to take us down during the day, and might even be attacked by patrols from the Night's Watch, so they didn't launch a fierce attack during the day!"

His tone revealed his understanding of the enemy's strategy and his concern about the current situation.

"That's why they attacked us at night with the help of both insiders and outsiders. I understand. Where is that guy? The traitor!"

There was a flash of anger in the caravan leader's eyes, and his voice became sharp with excitement.

When mentioning Leon, the caravan leader gnashed his teeth.

"No wonder he didn't kill her during the day, it turned out he was just acting with his accomplices!"

The caravan leader lowered his voice and expressed his guess in a matter-of-fact tone.

Although Lyanna had some reservations in her heart and felt that things might not be as simple as the caravan leader thought, the current scene confirmed the caravan leader's statement so much that her beliefs began to waver.

The remnants surrounded the camp and after searching the carriages outside, they found that there was no cargo on them, only some food such as bread and meat sauce.

However, these simple foods still attracted the attention of the disabled people. Like beasts that had been hungry for a long time, they began to eat and drink recklessly, making quite a noise.

At this moment, Leon's voice suddenly sounded behind the caravan leader:

"Do you doubt me so much?"

Leon's voice was calm, but with an imperceptible chill.

Hearing the voice, the caravan leader was subconsciously startled, his body tensed, ready for a possible conflict.

But then, without waiting for him to react, Leon rushed over alone.

His movements were swift and decisive, like a cheetah moving through the night, pouncing on the crippled people.

Seeing this, Lyanna didn't care about exposing her position and shouted hurriedly:

"Be careful, there are a lot of them, come back quickly!"

Her voice was filled with worry, but also with trust in Leon.

However, what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations.

Lyon went up and easily subdued the group of cripples in just a few moves.

His movements were clean and neat, and each of his attacks accurately hit the enemy's vital points, making it impossible for them to continue fighting.

Lyanna and the caravan leader witnessed all of this, and there was surprise and reassessment in their eyes.

Lyon's strength was far beyond their expectations, and his actions once again proved that he had no ill will towards the caravan.

As the last disabled person fell, peace returned to the camp.

Leon stood there, his figure in the night looking particularly lonely and powerful.

He turned around, looked at Lyanna and the caravan leader, and said calmly:

"Now, we can talk."

There was an invitation in his voice, as well as a reconciliation to previous misunderstandings.

Lyanna and the caravan leader looked at each other and saw relief in each other's eyes.

They knew that the man in front of them, no matter where he came from, was the savior of the caravan tonight.

And they were willing to give him a chance to explain.

The Knight of White Harbor helplessly lowered his head and closed his eyes, with an attitude of resignation.

But Leon's attention was attracted by one of the few disabled people, who was wearing a black robe of the Night's Watch.