"Hah, it's much more comfortable this way!" Mordred was roasting the fire with a pleasant face.

After two days of rapid marching. The knightly procession led by Mordred and Tristan made it to the last gathering place of the Saxons. After settling down and setting up camp there, the British side and the Saxon side were in a tense confrontation.

Almost all the Saxon tribes gathered here. In terms of numbers, the Saxon army was even equal to the British knights led by Mordred and Tristan. If you add weapons and equipment, the Saxons have an even greater advantage. In terms of the environment, the Saxons also prevailed.

But the Saxons, who had always been aggressive and provoked wars, were very strange and did not make the slightest movement, but just closed the camp gate tightly and did not come out to fight.

Mordred probably guessed the purpose as well.

[Are you planning to delay time and wait until we are defeated by the cold here? It's vicious. Mordred thought.

In this cold environment, the flame is not stable enough, and it flickers and shines. At Mordred's side, Tristan, wrapped in a quilt, burst into tears of excitement.

Don't get me wrong, Tristan was wrapped up like this only because his cold had turned from a sneeze to a fever. In order to care for the sick and to make it easier to carry, Tristan was wrapped in a quilt by Mordred and held securely with rope.

In this way, Tristan was carried by horses all the way. It's a really good feeling.....

"Unfortunate! I might be the first poor creature of the Knights of the Round Table to freeze to death, it's so sad for me! Tristan said sadly. The cold and fever were pessimistic, and he was stunned to say that it was as if he had some incurable disease.

"No one can die!" Mordred glared at him, then went on to roast the fire.

"Ask for comfort~" Tristan and Mordred have been in contact for a long time, and the whole person has been led astray.

"Up, Gawain." At Mordred's instructions, the terrier, which was temporarily acting as a sled dog, stumbled all the way over and plunged into Tristan's arms. Tristan, who was bound, was slammed into the chest because he didn't have a hand to catch Gawain.

"Shhh Tristan's angry eyes almost erupted with flames, "That's how you treat me?!" ”

【...... Why do you want to think about it more and more??? Mordred gloated at Tristan's joke. "yes, I just bullied you for getting sick. I'm not happy that you're coming to bite me~"

"Whew!!" Suddenly, a cold wind blew through the tent curtains, and a chill instantly filled Mordred's tent.

[The limelight is like a knife, like a cut! ] Tristan shivered from the cold, and his upper and lower teeth kept bumping.

Mordred couldn't help but lean towards the fire.

"Oh, hot!" Because they were so close, Mordred was burned by the fire. Mordred's armor conducts heat quite well, and it heats up quickly when it starts a fire. But as soon as you get close, your hands will burn.

This is the legendary two heavens of ice and fire. Mordred's face at the moment was as suffocating as if he had eaten shit. It's just that no one can see through the helmet. This fierce helmet can come in handy at this time, Mordred was speechless.