Mordred regained her spirits as soon as she set foot on the land. The desolation and cold of Scandinavia in front of her still surprised her.

"In such a harsh environment, it is not difficult to understand the barbaric aggression of the Saxons." Mordred nodded knowingly and muttered.

"What's next?" Tristan arrived only after arranging for the landing of troops to adjust. Brushing his long burgundy hair, Tristan asked, "What should you decide about your next move?" ”

"Are you going to fish? Obviously, as the commander of this time, he asked me to give orders! Mordred held out a hand and pointed at Tristan.

Tristan didn't show a panic after being accused by Mordred, and shook his hand calmly, "You proposed the initiative to attack, I think it is necessary for me to listen to your opinion." ”

"Anyway, you're also the deputy commander, so it's good to travel your duty! Also, what kind of fish are you grilling here!! Tristan felt like he had been with Mordred for a long time, and his whole body was a little off. A good serious question and answer between the coach and the deputy coach came to an end.

"Ahh Picking up the cooked fish, Mordred took a hard bite. [Happiness~]

Mordred, a fishy food, is simply addictive. (Should I say it's a cat?) ）

After a quick devour, Mordred tossed the fishbone in his hand. "Where's your intelligence? Don't tell me, I've been a front-line lord for so long, and I don't even know where the enemy's lair is~"

Furious, stared at by Mordred's meaningful gaze, Tristan spread his palms a little helplessly. "You've guessed it, I really have some useful information here. However, I have another piece of unfortunate news here. ”

"What's the news?" Mordred said confusedly.

"Because of the sea, the army's food preparations are about to run out. Coupled with the long journey, Britain's aid and supplies are not to be considered. ”

"That is—" Mordred clasped her hands to her chest and tapped her toes on the ground, urging Tristan to fart quickly, and she was impatient.

"If we save a little bit of food, we can eat for about three days." Tristan told the unfortunate truth.

"Huh, three days?" Mordred smiled disdainfully, "Enough." ”

"Also, don't talk around too much in the future, just say it directly. It's like a girl, and she's grinding around the bush. Mordred sneered and sarcastically said, "Be careful of being dressed in women's clothes~"

"When you say this, I just want to sing a song to relieve my depression." Blind musician Choi Grief is ready to go online.

"Bell !!" Mordred's electric sword was blocked by Tristan just as it was about to stab Tristan in the face.

"Is it that Mordred can't hold a knife, or are you Tristan too floating? Singing is forbidden in the future! ”

"Mordred, why are you like this?!" Mordred gloriously escalated to a villain who bullied "disabled musicians".

Mordred felt the strength of his sword and exclaimed, "You are an archer who didn't expect to be so good in melee combat?" ”

"Bow melee combat is common sense! It's a shame to let the archers shoot arrows!! ”

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