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

As a White Walker himself, Benjen Stark naturally knew where the armies of the dead gathered.

So the place he brought Lyon to was the hiding place of the White Walkers deep in the Mountains of Thern.

This was once the burial place of the Thenns, and the food that the Thenns had eaten was also buried here.

Over the past hundreds of years, at least hundreds of thousands of undead have been produced here, and now they are densely packed in the ravine, waiting for the White Walkers' orders.

A White Walker seemed to have sensed something. He raised his head and looked towards the top of the mountain, where two humans who looked like cavalrymen appeared.

"My lord, the wights in this hideout are the most numerous in the Thryn Mountains. If you find it difficult, I can take you somewhere else."

Although Benjen Stark had seen Leon's methods, he couldn't help feeling guilty when he saw the dense army of zombies like ants in the ravine.

After regaining his human form, he could feel that the ice magic bestowed upon him by the Night King had completely dissipated, and his physical strength was much weaker than when he was a White Walker. If he was hit by a White Walker's dart, he would probably not have a good ending.

"Good boy, these zombies really know how to hide. No need to go anywhere else. I'll start."

After that, Lyon took out the Glazed Bow, and Benjen Stark drew out the long sword from his waist and guarded Lyon.

Benjen Stark made a decision that if Lyon could not deal with the army of the White Walkers, he would risk his life to protect Lyon from leaving here.

The White Walker not only saw two human faces mistakenly enter his hiding place, but also dared to make an attacking gesture, and immediately let out a dry roar.

All the wights were awakened by the roar of the White Walkers and rushed in the direction of the White Walkers' spears.

"Oh no, the White Walkers have discovered us, Lord Commander, how about we fight as guerrillas?"

Seeing the army of wights in the ravine rushing towards him like an overwhelming force, Benjen Stark couldn't help but look solemn and subconsciously spoke out to persuade them.

"Why are you panicking? There are only a few White Walkers here. Give me ten minutes!"

After saying that, Leon quickly raised the Liuxing bow, and without a moment's hesitation, he drew the bow and arrows at an astonishing speed. Arrows like a rainstorm instantly appeared above the heads of the army of zombies.

The roar of the White Walker continued, but the wights under its command fell down one after another like wheat being cut.

These zombies have limited intelligence and can only mechanically execute the order to charge. Once started, they cannot control themselves.

The eyes of the White Walkers who saw this scene gradually became dull, and the roars from their mouths gradually became sharp and piercing, and in the end they made a scream like a duck with its throat strangled.

Benjen Stark was right in front of Lyon, and what he saw was more real than the White Walkers in the ravine.

At this moment he also let out a roar, the sound was full of excitement and refreshment, as if he wanted to release all the strength in his body.

He clearly only saw Leon draw the bow and put an arrow on it, but what came out of the bow were a bunch of arrows as thick as buckets. When they landed on the head of the zombie, they were as dense as a storm.

In the past, even the best ranger would have to fight with the zombies for three to five rounds, but now he could not survive even a second under this rain of arrows.

Every time an arrow hits a zombie, a loud noise is made. The instantaneous burst of force can knock the zombie back several meters. Many zombies, with only their skeletons left, are directly blown up by arrows in mid-air.

To sum it up in one word, invincible.

Benjen Stark looked at the army of wights in the ravine falling down like a piece of puzzle and couldn't help thinking.

Has anyone in history ever been able to achieve such a level?

After much thought, I'm afraid only the dragon flame of the Targaryen family, who once owned giant dragons, could achieve such an effect.

Just as Benjen Stark was lost in thought, Lyon put down the Ryusei bow and poked him with his hand.

"Ah, Lord Commander-in-Chief!"

It took Benjen Stark three or five seconds to come to his senses and realize that he was still on the battlefield.

This is all because Lyon is too strong and gave them too much sense of security.

"Let's go. The main force has been almost wiped out. Only a few scattered ones are left and they can't gather together. Just take care of them."

Leon hung Ryusei on the saddle of the Shikigami horse and stretched his muscles with an expressionless face.

This action caught the eyes of Benjen Stark, who thought that Lyon was doomed.

"That's right. It's normal for such a fierce attack method to consume too much energy." Benjen Stark thought to himself.

But what he didn't know was that Leon was simply getting bored of mowing the lawn after so long.

The maximum level of bloodlust made Leon's body seem to be equipped with a perpetual motion machine, and his endurance value was always full during combat.

The White Walker who was commanding this group of wights was now hiding behind a big rock and shivering.

Leon didn't kill it because he didn't want to let the army of zombies collapse. Otherwise, who would fill in the gap of the missing golden dragon for Leon?

After receiving the order from Lyon, Benjen Stark witnessed the mighty demeanor of the commander-in-chief and couldn't help but feel an urge to show his talents in front of Lyon.

So Benjen Stark started instantly, and the wight horse under his crotch ran like lightning towards a wight who was once very lucky but now very unlucky.

Benjen Stark rode his horse and charged, came in front of the wight and struck it hard with the sword. After a loud bang, the wight's upper body exploded after being chopped off by Benjen Stark's sword.

Benjen Stark, who was unprepared, was immediately shocked by the power of his own sword.

"When did I become so strong?"

Benjen Stark looked at the sword in his hand in disbelief.

He didn't know at this time that he and Leon had shared panel attributes.

He was already a top warrior in Westeros, and now his combat power has more than tripled.

Considering the charging speed of the Shikigami, it makes sense that a single sword strike could be so powerful.

The White Walker that was hiding behind a big rock saw that Benjen Stark dared to charge into the battle alone, and it wanted to stand up and teach him a lesson. Then it could give an explanation to the Night King and lose the battle but not the man.

But after seeing the power of Benjen Stark's sword, the White Walker's blue eyes rolled, and after thinking for a while, he continued to squat behind the stone and pretended to be autistic.

"Strange? Where is the White Walker who leads this group of wights? I just saw him."

After several charges by Benjen Stark, there was no longer a single wight left among the densely packed wights in the ravine.

Puzzled, Leon walked to a huge rock, wanting to look down at the White Walker.

What Leon probably couldn't imagine was that the seemingly immortal White Walkers also had emotions of fear and escape in their hearts.

At this time, the White Walker they were looking for was trembling at Leon's feet.

"Since we can't find it, there's no need to waste time looking for it. Ban Yang, take me to the next hiding place."

"Yes! Your lord!"

As the sound of their horses' hooves gradually faded away, the surviving White Walker let out a long breath of relief, then sat dejectedly on the ground.

It couldn't help but think: How can I explain to the Night King after losing such a large army of zombies?

Suddenly, a voice appeared above the White Walker's head.

"So you're here?"