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

Mance Rayder's challenge to a duel was not an impulse move.

Especially when the situation is clearly in favor of the freemen.

However, when he first glimpsed Leon, he saw in Leon a reflection of his old self.

The same determination, the same fearlessness, and even the same adherence to vows.

But Mance Rayder knew that the more you admire something, the more you want to destroy it. If Leon escaped safely, whether he had only 400 men or less, it would be a huge threat to Mance Rayder.

Out of admiration, he didn't mind giving Leon a glorious and heroic death.

In this duel, only one person can survive.

Mance Rayder is extremely confident in his martial arts skills.

In his time as a Night's Watchman, he has carried out missions alone, even rampaged through wildling lands, and fought giants and far more formidable foes.

When it comes to choosing the strongest warriors in the Seven Kingdoms, the Night's Watch is always excluded from the statistics.

Because those southerners knew very well that any veteran of the Night's Watch had the strength to go south and beat the champion of the martial arts competition to a bloody pulp.

What’s more, he is Mance Rayder, one of the best former veterans of the Night’s Watch.

"Hey, Mance, it seems you forgot one thing," Prince Olaf of Thenn said suddenly in the tense atmosphere before the duel began, "If you lose, no one will obey the orders of a loser, let alone surrender to a crow."

This sentence made Mance Rayder, who had already prepared for the duel, feel stunned. He staggered as he rushed towards Lyon and seemed a little out of control.

But the duel had begun, and Lyon's Black and White Kiss mercilessly slashed towards Mance Rayder's head.

The King outside the Wall was no ordinary man. After a slight adjustment, he easily resisted Lyon's attack.

However, as the battle progressed, Mance Rayder gradually felt something was wrong.

Although Leon looked very young, as if he was the same age as his son, the power he displayed was extremely amazing.

Even surpassing Mance Rayder's own muscular body that he had trained over the years.

Although Mance Rayder is of medium build and a little fat, every inch of muscle under his leather armor is solid, strong and bulging.

He began to reflect on his own judgment, whether he underestimated the enemy too much? What secrets did this young night watchman hide?

Mance Rayder decided not to take it lightly and to fight this duel with all his strength.

He took a deep breath, gathered all his strength, and prepared to give Leon a fatal counterattack.

The two figures crossed in the air, with swords and sabers flashing constantly.

Every attack from Mance Rayder was skillfully avoided by Lyon, but Lyon's attacks made him feel more and more exhausted.

He knew that he had to find his opponent's weakness as soon as possible, otherwise the winner of the duel would most likely be this young night watchman.

As time passed, Mance Rayder's strength began to gradually deplete.

But he still insisted, unwilling to give up the duel.

"You are a strong man worthy of respect."

Suddenly, Lyon, who was fighting, smiled. That smile was extremely creepy in the eyes of Mance Rayder, who was gritting his teeth and holding on.

Before he understood what Leon meant by this sentence.

"But you picked the wrong opponent." Then, along with Leon's next words, there came an unparalleled divine power coming from the two-handed sword.

In a hurry, Mance Rayder only had time to grip the hilt of the sword, but then Mance Rayder felt a flash before his eyes, followed by a devastating pain.

He was hit hard by Leon's black and white kiss, and the whole person flew back several meters like an anvil hit by a giant hammer. He hit the tree trunk behind him hard, shaking the surrounding leaves to fall.

"This..." Mance Rayder struggled to stand up, but found that he didn't even have the strength to stand. He looked down and saw that the armor on his chest had been cut by Leon's black and white kiss, and blood was slowly oozing out.

"You...what kind of power do you have?" Mance Rayder looked at Lyon in horror, his eyes full of fear and confusion.

Leon put away the black and white kiss and glanced at Mance Rayder calmly, "This is the power of keeping the oath."

"Keep your oath..." Mance Rayder muttered to himself. He finally understood the meaning of Lyon's previous words. He picked the wrong opponent. He thought he could easily defeat this young Night's Watchman, but he didn't expect that the opponent's strength was far beyond his imagination.

"I... I lost." Mance Rayder lowered his head and admitted his defeat. There was no more arrogance and pride in his eyes, only deep admiration and respect.

Seeing the result of the battle, at least half of the free people on the field dropped their weapons and stood there to be slaughtered by the Night's Watch.

The Ranger recruits, who had suffered heavy casualties, immediately rushed forward with bloodshot eyes and chopped down several of them.

But these new ranger recruits soon encountered resistance from the remaining half of the savages.

Olaf, in particular, saw that Mance Rayder had failed in his attempt to show off his strength, and immediately sneered and mocked: "King beyond the Wall? I've long said that he is a loser." While speaking, he ruthlessly killed the ranger recruit who pounced on him.

"Mance Rayder, what do you mean?"

Lyon cast a questioning look at Mance Rayder, who sat up from the ground with difficulty and explained: "They chose me because they trust me. If I kneel to the southerners, they will scatter in an instant."

"So, can I assume you've tricked me?"

A rare trace of anger appeared on Lyon's body. He looked at Mance Rayder, and then at the wildling who was jumping up and down with a look of dissatisfaction on his face - Prince Olaf of Thenn.

"Young crow, defeating an old crow is not a big deal. If you have the ability, you..."

When Olaf saw Leon coming towards him with a sword in hand, he held the axe across his chest and kept talking.

But he had only said half of his words before he was chopped away by Leon's sword, along with his axe.

Prince Sen was indeed extraordinary. He was able to withstand Lyon's angry sword and survive, which truly demonstrated his extraordinary bravery and martial arts.

Despite his bravery, he had to lie under the same tree as Mance Rayder at this moment, and although he tried to move his mouth for a long time, he couldn't even squeeze out a complete mockery.

At this moment, even the most stubborn of the Serens berserkers had to temporarily lay down their weapons and admit their defeat under the threat of Lyon's powerful force.

Even the giant who had been fighting with Jon before now knelt on one knee to express his submission to Lyon.

Although the giant is extremely powerful, his movements in close combat are very slow. If he encounters an ordinary person, he will be killed instantly. If he encounters a master like Leon or Jon, the outcome of a one-on-one fight is bound to be the giant's defeat. Before, he had been almost killed by Jon several times.

In fact, only giant archers can fully unleash the giant's terrifying combat power.

After Mance Rayder regained some strength, he spoke slowly after a long while: "Leon, if the situation was not so urgent, I would not have intended to threaten you with this."

"Right now, even if I lose, you must open the gate of the Wall of Despair and clear the way. Otherwise, we will all go to the seven levels of hell together!"

Mance Rayder's face was full of fierce threats.

His burly figure cast a heavy shadow under the flames of war, like a volcano that could erupt at any time, swallowing up everything around it in an instant. His eyes flashed with a cold light, like two sharp blades, piercing directly into people's hearts.

Although the Night's Watch were confused by Mance Rayder's threatening intentions, at that moment, they all shuddered and sweated. As the saying goes, the one who knows you best is often your enemy, especially if this enemy was once your own.