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

Chapter 202 High Valyrian

The man's voice echoed in the empty hall, as if resonating with the surrounding air.

The huge snake shadow behind him was originally full of threat and power, but the moment he finished speaking, it began to twist and struggle as if bound by invisible chains, and finally turned into countless tiny dust particles and dissipated into the air with a heart-pounding roar.

Faced with this sudden change, the man did not show any panic. On the contrary, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a calm smile, as if all this had been expected by him.

However, this calmness did not last long.

Suddenly, the man's body shook violently, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. The blood drew a sad arc in the air, then slowly dripped to the ground, splashing circles of blood.

His face was already as pale as paper, and at this moment it was even paler and almost transparent, as if all his vitality had been drained away in that instant.

But even so, the man's eyes remained firm, and his voice, though weak, still clearly spread throughout the space:

"It seems that you are not worthy to be a rival to Lord Jörmungandr!"

However, Leon and his dragon Balerion had long since had enough of this neurotic guy.

Without waiting for Balerion to make a move, Leon dodged and rushed in front of the man, punching him back with a powerful punch as punishment for the man's sneak attack on Leon.

Leon's punch was enough to collapse mountains and split rocks in the underworld, but the skinny-looking man easily took Leon's punch in the face and only had two lines of nosebleed. He staggered back two steps, then shook his head and recovered from the dizziness.

"Hmm, not bad strength."

The man wiped the blood oozing from his nostrils, then stretched out his left hand to cover his nose, and then pried it open with force.

The man actually bent the dislocated nose back into place.

"But if that's all the strength you have, then you've come to the wrong place!"

Leon's pupils contracted slightly, and a gleam of disbelief flashed in his sharp eyes.

He thought that his punch was enough to defeat any opponent, but the man in front of him, with an almost joking attitude, easily resolved his attack.

The huge body of the dragon Balerion looked even more majestic behind Leon.

Its wings slowly spread out, as if to show its strength, while also silently expressing its dissatisfaction with Leon facing the enemy alone.

Balerion's eyes flickered with a golden fire, a lust for battle and a reproach for Lyon's failure to use its power to its fullest.

"Really? Then try these next few moves and see if you can withstand them!"

Leon didn't waste any words with him. He stepped forward again, mobilizing all the muscles in his body and swung his fist with force accumulated for a long time.

Leon believed that no one could survive this blow from his fist.

However, when the man saw Leon approaching closely, he had no intention of dodging. He just stood there loosely, waiting for Leon to approach, as if he was hiding some conspiracy.

But at this time, Lyon had no time to think about it.

After becoming a saint, it took Leon a long time to adapt and control the explosive power of his body like a beast. Now he finally has a place to release his power without restraint and a perfect sandbag. Leon wants to know if his punch can smash the opponent to pieces.

Every time Leon swung his fist, it was accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, and the force was enough to leave deep marks in the mountains of the lower world. However, the man's face was like the hardest rock, not only was it not shattered, but after bearing Leon's heavy punch, it only shook slightly.

The man's body was swaying, as if he would fall down at any moment, but he endured hundreds of heavy blows from Leon like beating a drum without falling, and even the expression on his face did not change at all.

Even when Leon attacked, the man still had time to taunt:

"If that's all the strength you have, then you should step back and let your dragon fight me!"

"What's going on? Are you tickling me? Use a little more force on your chin!"

"Yes, that's right, I really like the look in your eyes. It would be even better if they were a little more fierce!"

However, the man's ridicule soon came to an abrupt end, because after Leon found that physical attacks were ineffective against the man, he unsportsmanlike took out his Fang Tian Hua Ji from his back.

With the strength of a saint and this weapon with the special effect of damaging the mind, Leon thought: I should be able to break your defense now, right?

However, the man reacted instantly when he saw Leon take out his equipment. He rushed forward and punched Leon in the chest.

Suddenly, ripples like cracks appeared on the armor of immortality on Leon's body, and then it shattered into pieces.

Not only that, Leon was even sent flying backwards under the man's heavy blow.

Fortunately, Balerion was always flying in the air, and the moment Lyon was defeated, he grabbed Lyon into his dragon claws.

Then, Balerion transformed into his strongest fighting stance and pounced on the man.

Its huge body flashed dazzling light in the air, like a burning meteor.

A blazing white dragon flame burst out of its mouth towards the man without waiting for it to brew, like a fire dragon rushing straight towards the target.

However, facing such a ferocious attack, the man showed no fear.

He stood there quietly, staring at Balerion with a firm gaze. Just as the dragon flame was about to burn his head, the man suddenly spoke:

"Stop breathing dragon fire!"

"Back off immediately!"

These two sentences were spoken in a strange and ancient language - High Valyrian.

Though Lyon did not understand the meaning of the mysterious syllables and ancient words the man spoke, surprisingly, the dragon Balerion seemed to understand.

Its huge head tilted slightly, and the dragon flame that was originally shooting towards the man instantly changed direction and sprayed into the air.

Then, Balerion's face was filled with anger and confusion. He stared at the man in front of him, then carefully put Lyon on the ground and let him stand in front of him.

However, Leon was curious about why the dragon did not continue to attack, but he learned from the dragon that the person in front of him was proficient in the forbidden dragon spell, and even the dragon Balerion could not disobey the order from his blood.

"Haha, now let's see what tricks you have!"

The man watched triumphantly as the dragon Balerion placed Leon on the ground, then he followed his orders and took a few steps back.

Although the dragon was unwilling, he had to obey the suppression of his own High Valyrian language.