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

Leon set out on his journey alone, his heart filled with a sense of urgency.

He longed to summon the dragon Balerion, to descend to the earth through the clouds, to rush to the Wall as quickly as possible, and to witness with his own eyes what was happening there.

But when he witnessed the tragic scenes along the way, the dilapidated villages and the helpless people, his heart was deeply touched.

Cripples, deserters, bandits - these evils that once disappeared from the North are now rampant again, bringing new suffering to this land.

Unable to ignore these sufferings, Leon stopped and used his power to solve troubles for those ordinary people, dispelling the darkness that threatened them time and time again.

After dealing with the robbers in a village, Lyon got some information about the Great Wall defense line from the villagers.

It is said that White Walkers from all over the world are gathering and launching a fierce attack on the Wall's defense line.

This news shocked Lyon and he realized the seriousness of the situation.

Lyon decided to speed up. He could not delay any longer and had to reach the Great Wall defense line as soon as possible.

On the way, he met a team of warriors from the Seven Kingdoms.

These warriors come from all directions, but they have a common goal - to go to the Great Wall defense line and contribute their own strength to resist the invasion of the White Walkers.

Lyon joined the team without hesitation and embarked on the journey with them.

As night fell, the warriors who came to support the Great Wall gathered in the camp at the foot of the Great Wall.

Outside the Black Castle which had become abandoned at some point in time.

The bonfire was burning brightly, and the firelight illuminated the resolute faces of the people as they prepared for the upcoming battle.

Among these warriors, there was a wizard in a robe. He was different from others and had a mysterious aura around him.

The wizard closed his eyes and slowly raised his hands, drawing an elegant trajectory in the air.

As he moved, the flames seemed to come alive, leaping and dancing as if responding to his call.

Under his control, the raging fire gradually formed patterns that looked like ancient runes or mysterious prophecies. They appeared in the flames and dissipated in the smoke.

These patterns projected into the flames were like a visual feast, reflected in everyone's pupils, arousing resonance deep in their hearts.

The warriors were deeply attracted by this magical sight, their eyes flashing with curiosity about the unknown and desire for power.

The wizard's voice echoed through the camp, his words full of power and conviction:

"The long night has come. Only fire can burn away the darkness of the world and bring light to Westeros."

His voice was like a morning bell and an evening drum, awakening the courage and hope in people's hearts.

"Only faith in R'hllor, the Lord of Light, can bring us victory!"

The wizard's words were firm and powerful, and his conviction infected everyone present.

In this long night, faith is like a ray of light, illuminating their way forward and giving them the strength to fight against the darkness.

The warriors listened to the wizard's words, and an unprecedented determination surged in their hearts.

They began to believe that as long as their faith survived, light would eventually come.

At the foot of the Great Wall, they will fight a life-and-death battle with the forces of darkness to protect their homes and the light of their faith.

Leon stood in the crowd, his eyes piercing through the light of the bonfire and falling on the wizard.

He could feel the power emanating from the wizard, which was the persistence of faith and the desire for victory.

Leon stood quietly in the camp. He could feel an indescribable power spreading in the air as the words of the Wizard King of Light fell, as if injecting a warm current into everyone's heart.

This power is like the dawn light, dispelling the fatigue and gloom brought by days of traveling, and making people feel an unprecedented excitement and strength.

The warriors' emotions were ignited by this power, and their eyes flashed with the desire to fight, as if a fire was burning in their chests.

The fatigue of many days seemed to disappear at this moment. They wished they could rush out of the Wall immediately to confront those White Walkers head-on and release their anger.

Although this improvement was not obvious to Lyon, and he remained calm and rational, many warriors had been overwhelmed by this passion.

They stood up, picked up their weapons, and walked towards the Great Wall without hesitation, ready for battle.

This behavior was not an isolated case. When they walked to the foot of the city wall, soldiers from all directions who had gathered from nowhere had formed a fairly large team.

Their eyes were determined and the weapons in their hands flashed coldly in the firelight, as if they were a group of warriors preparing for the final battle.

A night watchman who stayed behind witnessed all this, and he opened a passage in the city wall for these passionate warriors. They shouted various slogans, waved various weapons, and rushed out of the city wall like a group of headless flies, plunging into the vast night.

"Kill! For humanity! For the Lord of Light!" "For..." Everyone's shouts echoed in the night sky, full of determination and courage.

However, as they gradually went away, the sounds of shouting and killing gradually became fainter and finally disappeared in the night wind.

The night watchman stood on the city wall, a look of numbness on his face.

He watched the backs of these warriors until they completely disappeared into the night.

Then he silently pulled down the gate, blocking the road leading outside the Great Wall.

The scene of this night seemed to have become commonplace for the night watchmen.

He knew that in this long battle, every day there would be warriors rushing out of the Great Wall to face an unknown fate.

And he can only guard this line of defense silently, waiting for the arrival of dawn or the return of more soldiers.

Lyon stood under the city wall, his eyes piercing through the night, staring in the direction where the warriors disappeared.

His heart was filled with mixed emotions, admiration for the warriors' courage but also concern for their reckless behavior.

The wizard of the King of Light saw that Leon was standing still and mistakenly thought that the traveler was hesitant and fearful in the face of the warriors' high morale.

There was a flash of displeasure in the wizard's eyes. He walked forward, stretched out his hand to stroke Leon's back, and prepared to say some inspiring words to boost Leon's morale.

But Leon just flicked his hand lightly and rejected the wizard's kindness.

His eyes were firm, and it was obvious that he was not afraid. It was just that as a bystander, he had a different perspective on the situation.

Turning around, Leon looked at the night watchman. His eyes were as sharp as torches, as if he wanted to penetrate the night watchman's soul and find the truth.

"Where are the Night's Watch troops here? Why didn't I see any regular Night's Watch troops along the way?"

Lyon's voice was calm, but each word was heavy, revealing his confusion about the absence of the Night's Watch.