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

After a long time, as Leon and his many White Walker subordinates waited, the Night King's handsome and heroic figure never appeared in everyone's sight again.

Instead, there was a trembling and somewhat overly nervous White Walker.

It rode a wight horse and brought a message from the Night King.

"Human, you win... Anyway, whatever you say is what counts..."

After the White Walker finished speaking, Lyon just listened with a blank expression. However, many of his former colleagues behind him stared at it fiercely with their eyes blazing with blue fire, as if they were going to eat it alive the next moment.

"I will lead the undead army back to the land of eternal winter! We don't even need the Thryn capital anymore. If you are not afraid of death, follow me!"

In this terrifying atmosphere, after the White Walker mustered up the courage to convey the Night King's words, the blue fire in his eyes flickered, and it was obvious that he was extremely frightened of Leon.

However, Lyon did not make things difficult for this little White Walker. When two armies were fighting, they would not kill the messenger.

"Go back and tell the Night King that his White Walker cavalry is pretty good. Send me ten White Walkers every month. The number can only be more, not less. If there is one less White Walker, I will use the Night King himself to make up the number. OK, that's all I have to say. Who agrees and who disagrees?"

Naturally, no one objected.

Lyon found another ownerless wight horse to ride on, waved to the White Walker who delivered the message, and the latter left immediately as if he had been pardoned.

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Later historians of Westeros recorded this day forever in the annals of history, and called the agreement reached between Lyon and the Night King the Alliance of Thenn.

Later, this covenant ensured that for at least two hundred years, the Night King would never dare to have the intention of moving south again, because even if Leon died, the Night King was worried that Leon's descendants would come to him again with the Glazed Bow and block the fountain to abuse him.

"Commander-in-Chief, should we go back to Black Iron Castle next?"

Witnessing the great victory against the Night King, Benjen Stark couldn't help but ask this question.

In his eyes, the evil of the White Walkers that had plagued the continent for thousands of years had not ended with the death of the Night King, but Lyon alone had constituted a strategic deterrent. Anyway, as long as the Ryusei Bow was in Lyon's hands, the Night King would not dare to go south as long as he was alive.

The dozens of White Walkers behind him who surrendered and joined Lyon's troops all looked embarrassed at this moment.

They might feel happy when they were living in shame, but now as Leon's subordinates, they have to go to the human world.

This made them feel very embarrassed because in the past their purpose of going to the human world was to spread natural disasters.

Now, they have to follow the commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch. How will their predecessors, who are also White Walkers, view them? How will humans view them?

At this moment, all the surrendered White Walkers had only one emotion in their hearts...that was losing their souls.

What a shame!

But Leon doesn't have the time to give these White Walkers psychological support.

"Let's go to Hardhome first. We need to tell those free folks not to rush south. The Night King won't harass them anymore. Even if the Thenns are willing to return to their capital, I am willing to negotiate with the Night King on their behalf."

After receiving Leon's order, the new chief White Walker Ranger, Benjen Stark, resolutely took over the burden of command and led a group of White Walkers to follow Leon to Hardhome.

A long time after the battle, the alien Havertz, lying among the pile of corpses, finally opened his eyes.

It was afraid that Leon might come back to attack it, and it might not be lucky enough to escape from Leon again.

After making sure that Lyon was really gone, the alien Havertz crawled out from the pile of corpses.

It first looked at the direction where Leon left with lingering fear, and couldn't help but sigh that after not seeing him for many days, Leon had grown to the point where he could defeat the Night King twice.

I'm afraid the growth trajectory of legendary heroes is not as good as Leon's?

But now it is unwilling to go back to the Royal City of Thern. Since the Night King cannot avenge it, why go back and suffer the humiliation?

However, Havertz has not gained nothing from his time with the Night King.

When the Night King was peeking into the long river of time, Havertz had also seen glimpses of the future. Three adult dragons were flying over Meereen, Yunkai, and Askea. Calculating the time, the owner of the dragon should still be a young girl who had just obtained a dragon egg.

The alien Havertz possesses the vision of an eagle and the ability to control people's hearts. It should not be difficult for him to control the girl to launch dragon flame and kill Leon with one breath.

Thinking of this, the alien Havertz felt full of energy, but when he thought of his current alien makeup with blue fire in his eyes, he didn't look like a good person at all, so the alien Havertz pulled a black cloth from the ground and wrapped his head tightly...

Hardhome is located at the tip of the Stord Point peninsula that extends into the Shivering Sea, across which is the Free City of Braavos.

The nearby bay forms a deep-water harbor large enough to accommodate the largest ships.

Because there were abundant wood and stone nearby, a variety of edible fish were readily available in the sea, and there were even gathering areas for seals and walruses, a gathering place for free people was formed hundreds of years ago, but later a mysterious natural disaster destroyed it.

Now, amidst the ruins, a hundred thousand free men worked together to build a huge, joint tent camp.

At this time, large ships kept arriving at the dock in the bay, transporting these free refugees southward.

The ones who came to greet them were the free folks' former mortal enemies - the Night's Watch.

Now, after Lyon defeated the King-Beyond-the-Wall and had Olaf, Prince of Thenn, come to Hardhome with the Horn of the Free Folk.

One hundred thousand free men all submitted to the commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch, Leon Victor.

While commanding the free folk to evacuate, Jon Snow would occasionally look up at the haunted forest in the distance.

It seemed that in the next moment, Leon's heroic figure would leap out of the forest, followed closely by a dense army of zombies.

That's what Jon Snow suspected.

So at any given time, half of the soldiers in Hardhome are sharpening their swords, ready to stop the army of wights rushing out of the Haunted Forest and rescue their Night's Watch commander.

However, no matter how bold his imagination was, he could hardly have predicted that Leon had successfully dealt with the Night King and reached a peace agreement with the Army of the Dead.

As the chief ranger under the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, Jon has always been in conflict with Prince Olaf of Thenn, who claims to be the Lord Commander's greatest warrior.

Especially Olaf's foul mouth that spreads annoying sarcasm all the time.

It seemed that in his opinion, except for Leon Victor, the other night watchmen were just a mob.

"Hey~ Crow, what are you looking at there? Could it be that the White Walkers were scared out of their wits after the battle at Craster's Keep?"

Olaf always held two objects in his hands, one was the Freeman's Horn, and the other was the fine steel battle axe he had just asked the blacksmith Donald to make for him. It seemed that with these two things in his hands, he would be the highest-ranking person in Hardhome before Leon came back.

But it is not Olaf's fault to look down on Jon. After all, Jon was only sixteen years old at that time, not to mention the outlier Leon who was the same age as him.

In the eyes of the free people, a sixteen-year-old Southerner should be staying in the arms of a wet nurse and receiving breastfeeding, rather than going to the battlefield to show off his prowess.