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

When Dog-Headed Hama found that he had regained control of his body, he saw a flash of light before his eyes. Before he had time to think, Dog-Headed Hama instinctively rolled forward to avoid Leon's slash. It was the physical reaction of having been on the front line of life and death for a long time that saved Dog-Headed Hama's life.

After rolling a few times to steady his body, Goutou Hama finally saw the situation on the field clearly.

It turned out that the Night Watch had broken into his camp. There was no time to settle accounts with Havertz. Dog-headed Hama stood up and roared, waving his two axes like the wind, and it seemed that his fighting power was even stronger than before.

However, after testing Dog-Head Hama's weight, Lyon felt tired of playing. Dog-Head Hama was indeed a good opponent. If he had not been surrounded, he would have had a good fight with him. But now, in order to prevent the high-level soldiers he had trained with great effort from being destroyed in one battle.

Lyon had to fight quickly and decisively. If he couldn't take Hama's dog head, he would take his dog head to intimidate the savages.

So, Lyon's iconic circle movement made a comeback. No matter how fast Dog-Head Hama's attack was, Lyon could react in time and either go around to the left or the right.

Every time Dog-Head Hama's attack misses, Lyon will launch a counterattack.

Even though Dog-Headed Hama is tall and thick-skinned, the armor he wears is also top-quality armor bought from Braavos at a high price.

But due to Lyon's rather rogue style of play, the wounds on his body became more and more.

"Damned crow, you just know how to escape like a coward. Don't you dare to confront me head-on?" After being hit by Leon's sword dozens of times like a boiling frog in warm water, Dog-headed Hama took two steps back suddenly, gasping for breath and asked.

"Okay, then it's as you wish." Leon raised the Black and White Kiss, gathering strength to defeat the enemy. Seeing that Leon was finally going to stop dodging, Dog-Head Hama pulled out a huge two-handed axe from behind that was no less powerful than the previous flying axe.

"Hah!" Dog-headed Hama shouted, raised his axes high in both hands, and then chopped down at Lyon's head with all his might.

Just as he said before, Lyon neither dodged nor evaded the powerful blow, but raised the sword with both hands.

"Dang!" A metal collision sound like hammering iron resounded through the sky. In front of the giant axe, the black and white kiss in Leon's hand seemed insignificant and empty, but Leon, with veins bulging on his arms, blocked the attack with his sword.

Although Leon's arm was almost knocked out of his sword by the huge force, a sweet warm current surged into his throat, and spider-web-like cracks appeared under his feet.

But Leon and his sword seemed to be fine. Instead, it was the dog-headed Hama and his axe who had the advantage in size who were at a disadvantage.

This blow seemed to have drained all of Dog-Headed Hama's strength. The pain from his palm made him feel that he could no longer hold the giant axe in his hand. He had no strength at all in his body. After a few seconds, he even spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth. Then his whole body went limp and he knelt on the ground with difficulty.

After witnessing the duel of such divine power between the two, the many wildlings and Night's Watchmen who were watching the battle no longer had any intention of continuing to fight, as if their bravery was just like children's play in front of Leon, the only one standing in the center of the battle group, and was not worth mentioning at all.

After taking a deep breath, Lyon gradually adjusted his breathing, and then wiped the blood spurted from Dog-Headed Hama's face.

After defeating Dog-Head Hama, the stamina that had been consumed by the savages was instantly restored.

With his face covered in blood, Leon glanced at the savages around him. After a brief silence, it was unknown which savage put down his weapon first, followed by a series of sporadic sounds of metal collisions.

Even the Oath Keepers of the Night's Watch who were in the same group as Lyon were all frightened by the terrifying strength he displayed.

It was not uncommon to see Leon fighting ten or even a hundred people at Black Iron Castle before, but they were unarmed and strictly speaking it was just a competition, and no one was really going to fight seriously.

But fighting with the barbarians now was a fight of life and death in the literal sense, and there was no room for tricks. Moreover, Lyon relied on his unparalleled strength to defeat the barbarian warrior, who was much taller than Lyon, head-on.

Such a heroic appearance made the Night's Watch think of Lyon, who was in the War of the Usurper, and the legend that the current King Robert Baratheon had hammered Prince Rhaegar to death.

However, even though the savages have the tradition of submitting to the strong, there is a female savage who refuses to submit.

Grace silently suppressed her murderous intent and walked a few meters behind Leon with a dagger in hand.

At this distance, Gresa was confident that no one could escape her assassination. This was a truth she had verified countless times after graduating from the House of Black and White in Braavos.

In her opinion, after defeating her father, Leon, who was enjoying the submissive gazes of many savages, was naturally the time to relax her vigilance the most. No matter how strong Leon was, there would always be times when he was exhausted and relaxed.

This opportunity is fleeting, and there is no way Grace will not seize this only chance to turn defeat into victory.

So, Gracea made her move. At a distance of only a few steps, no one could see how Gracea moved, but the next moment Gracea gripped the dagger in reverse, with the tip of the dagger pointing at Leon's neck, which is the most vulnerable and fatal part of a human being.

The next moment, Grace seemed to be able to feel the hot blood in the body of this powerful night watchman splashing on her face.

"Be careful!" Spiesium was the first night watchman to react, but his warning was still slower than Grace's speed.

As his eyes were filled with horror, Leon turned around like lightning, stretched out his hand and grabbed Grace's wrist holding the dagger.

"Hmph, do you know who I am? Assassination won't work the second time." A sneer appeared on Leon's lips, and he looked at the pretty wild girl in front of him with no mercy in his eyes.

Faced with Leon's sudden turn and attack, Grace was startled, but her reaction was not slow at all. When she saw her right hand was grabbed by Leon, she let go of her palm without hesitation. The dagger in her palm fell naturally under the attraction of gravity. At the same time, she stretched out her left hand, grasped the dagger tightly, and stabbed Leon's waist fiercely.

It all happened so fast that by the time Spesium's reminder was heard by all the night watchmen, the dagger in Grace's hand had already stabbed into Leon's waist.

"Die!" Gracea stabbed hard with the dagger in her hand, as if she wanted to transfer the overwhelming hatred in her heart into the dagger and completely pierce the night watchman in front of her.

What Grace didn't expect was that even after being stabbed by the dagger, Leon was still smiling, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his smile.

“Girl, you are too weak to even pierce my skin.” After Leon said that, he slapped the girl to the ground without hesitation.

At the same time, she slowly pulled out the dagger from her waist. Surprisingly, there was not a trace of blood on the dagger, as if what Leon said was true, Grace's strength was so weak that she couldn't even break Leon's skin defense.

After falling to the ground, half of Grace's face was swollen, but compared with the physical pain, what was happening in front of her made her feel more frightened.

I have clearly tried my best, how could this happen?

In fact, although Leon also felt strange about his own defense, it seemed that with the continuous fighting, his strength continued to grow, and his body seemed to be developing towards the abnormal defense of a dragon.

Ordinary swords are becoming increasingly difficult to break through one's defense. Perhaps in the future, when it comes to equipment, we no longer need to consider defensiveness, but rather comfort and wear resistance.