Ignoring Mordred's madness, Tristan's power just now was still very powerful.

In these years, no one at or above the military level will be embarrassed to say that he has been mixed in the Round Table Cowherd Troupe. It's like the ancestral instincts of the Pendragon family, all symbols.

A small part of the Saxon camp was destroyed, and there was a burst of chickens and dogs jumping in the camp.

"Wow, wow, ahhhh Immediately after that, groups of Saxon soldiers streamed out of the mutilated parts of the camp.

In fact, the Saxons were not dressed in a barbaric style, with neat weapons and uniforms. And after being attacked, there was still a good formation to meet it.

It is biased to see the other side as rude and uncivilized brutes just because they don't understand the language. Maybe the other party will still see you as an ignorant and vulgar native. It has been common for both sides to call each other barbarians from ancient times to the present day.

In fact, in the Roman Empire, the Celts of Britain, along with the Germanic and Slavic peoples, were called the three major barbarian tribes of Europe by the Romans.

"Ua-la-la!!" Another string of tongue-twisting Germanic dialects, as if someone else was giving orders, the Saxon procession began to advance in an orderly manner, and finally came to a halt forty or fifty meters away from the British knights led by Mordred. A standoff ensued between the two sides.

The Saxon soldiers held an oval shield in their left hand, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. With another call of peace, the other party's battle formation consciously separated and gave way to a road. A figure dressed as a knight on a war horse slowly stepped forward.

[Who said that the Saxons were all barbarians?] Mordred looked at the Saxon army opposite, even better equipped than Mordred's knights. Barren Britain is expected to be weak, and even weapons and equipment are not good.

"Gollum, whoa, whoa, whoa!" It seemed that the leader of the Saxon camp shouted towards Mordred's side.

Just as Mordred and his party were confused because of the language barrier, the opposite side suddenly translated it again in Old English.

"Who's coming?!" The shouting Saxon translator shouted.

"On the other side, I'm Mordred, the Knight of the Round Table under King Arthur!" Mordred took her name.

", with a translator?!" Mordred was shocked. Weakly glancing at the cold arrow mad demon Tristan who was coming from a horse in the distance, Mordred silently raised his middle finger [Why are we so classless? 】

"Mordred? I had never heard of this knight at the round table. Nobody. Our lords advise you to surrender quickly, you are not our opponent. Despite your successful sneak attack, our living force is far superior to that of your Celts! ”

Facing the Saxons who were dead, Mordred smiled disdainfully: "Who said that if you have more people and better weapons, you will definitely win?" You know, no matter how many ants there are, it is only a matter of one foot for an elephant to trample them to death. ”

Who else can blame you for your own death? One of the things Mordred hated the most was that people looked down on her.