Tristan, with his face to the ground, plunged headlong into the Saxon camp. It's really super ruthless, and Tristan feels bad all over. Especially his handsome face with squinting eyes, it hurts to death.

"Woo-la-woo, ah!" A group of Saxon masses who did not know the truth watched strongly.

Except because of the aurora that often occurs in northern Scandinavia, the Saxons have never seen anyone fall from the sky.

[The disfigured ugly is not worthy of staying in the Round Table Cowherd Group. Tristan, who was stunned by the fall, suddenly heard this sentence in his head.

"Ahh Tristan, with a blue nose and swollen face, struggled to get up, and people couldn't help but feel the strength of life.

"Uh-huh, ahh The Saxons, who had been surrounding Tristan, hurriedly retreated as if they were frightened.

To be honest, Tristan's head was swollen like a pig, after a blow to his face. Plus his gorgeous landing posture just now. The Saxons all regarded him as a monster who fell from the sky, which is why he had such a big reaction when he was together.

"My handsome face, it's really sad!" Mixing in the Cowherd group, how can you do it if your appearance is not too hard? Although Tristan can't open his eyes, he is also a super handsome man.

Touching his devastated face with a sigh, Tristan looked around.

"Surprise!!" Tristan, realizing that he was already surrounded, reached for his waist, but he couldn't touch the saber at his waist no matter how much he fumbled around. "Sad!!" It seems that Mordred forgot to piggyback on his weapon when he dropped him.

[Could it be that I, Tristan, am going to die here today?] It's too sad to die like this! O my king! Tristan really wants to cry without tears. "Mordred!" A grief-stricken Tristan shouted Mordred's name.

"Yo!" With a loud bang, Mordred appeared beside Tristan.

"Why?!" Tristan stared at Mordred with resentment, his eyes filled with lovelessness. "Where's my weapon? Throw me naked and you want me dead like that?! ”

"Okay, okay, didn't I come too." Mordred said indifferently.

That's when Tristan felt that something was wrong, "Anyway, you won't jump in, will you?" "The walls of the Saxon camp were so tall that it was hard to imagine anyone jumping in. If Mordred really jumped in..... Thinking of this, Tristan couldn't help but shrink his head.

"Of course not, although I could have jumped in. However, I don't want such trouble! ”

Tristan then noticed Mordred's back. There, a large hole in the outer wall of the camp was blasted open and black smoke was emitted.

[Terrible. Tristan only remembered Galahad's words before he set off.

"Mordred's words, there is absolutely no problem with strength. Although it is a wild breed with open-minded words and deeds, it also has a way to do things. I hope you don't get scared......"

Tristan regretted that he had committed some kind of neurosis to agree to go with Mordred.

"Ahh The surrounding Saxons, seeing that Mordred and Tristan did not move, boldly surrounded them again. Like a hunter encountering an invincible beast, the Saxons did not attack immediately.

More and more Saxons arrived when they heard the news, and little by little surrounded the two Mordreds.