"Ding!" The flying spear collided with the sword in Mordred's hand, making a crisp crashing sound. Mordred used all her strength to deflect Stirico's spear.

At this most critical moment, ancestral intuition comes into play. Subconsciously staggered a little, and Mordred's left shoulder was pierced by a spear. Blood splattered, and Mordred cried out in pain.

"Ahh

It didn't hurt his life at all, but his left shoulder was not a big deal. Tristan, who was watching the game, breathed a sigh of relief.

The spear flew upside down and returned to Stirico's hand as if it had been spiritually passed through Mordred's left shoulder.

"Failed......" Stirrico withdrew his spear in disappointment. Styrico held the blood-stained spear in his hand, staggering to the ground. He had already done his best with that blow just now, and it was difficult for Stirrico, who had run out of magic power, to launch the same attack.

The blow didn't work, and Stirrico lost his last chance to kill Mordred. This disappointed him.

"General!" At this moment, another lieutenant who led the army in front drove his horse over. Just now, when he saw his flag falling, he thought that something had happened to Stiliko. Now that he saw that Stirrico was intact, he was relieved.

The lieutenant jumped off his horse and walked quickly to Stirrico.

"General mounted!"

Stirrico turned his head again to look behind the lieutenant. No wonder the adjutant general came, the defeated army of Rome had already been hunted down by the British.

"I'm ......," Stirrico said as he struggled, his eyes filled with reluctance. A good battle was lost like this, and he had promised the Roman Emperor before he came.

[Be sure to take Britain!] 】

The armies of the Romans had an advantage over Britain in all respects. But this war that can be called crushing was inexplicably lost.

[If it weren't for the handsome flag being cut down!] Stirrico was ruthless with Mordred, who was on the sideways. The blow that had gathered all his strength just now had failed, and he was disappointed.

Considering the Roman soldiers who were being hunted down, Stirico was calculating whether there was still a chance of a comeback.

"General, retreat!" The adjutant general saw that Stiriko was slow and anxious, "It is important to save your life, and only when you live can you have a chance to take revenge!" ”

Prompted, Stirrico had no choice but to step on the lieutenant's horse: "The whole army retreats!" ”

Hearing Stirrico's voice, the Roman soldiers who had been chased by the British knights all looked happy. Knowing that the manager was not killed was the best news.

One by one, the panicked Roman soldiers rushed towards the Roman warships on the coast.

Tristan was guarding the wounded Mordred, and had no intention of chasing the Romans as they fled. Symbolically, he shot a few arrows and helped Mordred back to Britain to seek Merlin's healing.

Stirico took the opportunity to slip onto a ship docked off the coast of Britain and collapsed on the deck of the ship for a long time.

"General, the Britons are coming after you!" The lieutenant looked worriedly at the British knights who were getting closer and closer, and King Arthur, who was holding a golden-colored holy sword, was the most dazzling.

"Sail!" Stirico gave the order decisively.

“！” The adjutant general was taken aback: "Our people haven't come up yet!" ”

"When they come up, the barbarians of Britain will arrive. Hurry up, or it'll be too late! This is where Stirrico played his decisive role.

"Sail!"

Ships slowly made their way out of Britain's harbor.

"General!" The fallen Roman soldiers let out a cry of despair. Some Roman soldiers even jumped off the ship despite the icy water.

"Dang!" Stirrico himself cut off the fingers of Roman soldiers who tried to climb onto the ship.