"Ahh Ahh "Tristan is a sneeze. After many days of drifting at sea, the cold wind made him catch a cold once. "Sad!"

"It's almost time to get to the shore, you hold it for me!" Mordred tore off the tattered and weather-beaten blanket that had covered the barrel and put it on Tristan's head. "Be quiet for me, and lie down honestly if you catch a cold."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem." Tristan choked on the dust from the tattered cloth carpet and burst into tears, "Are you sure you care about me?!" How does it feel like murder! ”

Mordred is really not good at taking care of people, and Tristan can only understand deep malice in it.

"Wang!"

"Gawain, it's still hello!" Tristan sadly hugged the terrier that Mordred had named "Gawain".

"Look, sir! There is a case! The knight on the deck reported loudly what he had discovered!

"What, what?" Tristan let go of Gawain in his arms and stepped forward to see what was going on.

"Get out of the way." Pushing Tristan, who was blocking his view, to the side, Mordred looked in the direction of the knight's finger, and the land of Britain was already clearly visible.

On the plains of the coast, the two sides with clear banners are fighting together. But it is clear that the British side is at a disadvantage, and if there is no accident, defeat will be the result of sooner or later. The British army was far inferior to the Romans in terms of numbers and the quality of weapons and equipment, and it was not surprising that it would be crushed.

"Sure enough." Mordred had already predicted such a scene, and insisted on fighting with others when they were inferior to each other in all aspects.

"Hey, Mordred, don't you see? Our king needs our support! Tristan said anxiously.

"Are you dazed?" Mordred caught Tristan who was so anxious that he tried to jump into the sea and swim past.

Should I say that the Knights of the Round Table are all hopeless chefs? Obviously, Tristan is a knight with a melancholy and sad temperament, who looks calm and honest, how did he become like this.

"But!"

"I'm more anxious than you are!" Before Tristan could say anything more, Mordred interrupted him. "If you look closely, we only have two thousand knights here. Even if you send it all up, it's just a drop in the bucket. ”

"Then what should I do, I can't help it, right?" Tristan said dejectedly.

"No, look there." Mordred pointed to the main position of the Romans on the coast.

On the coastal plains, flags adorned with the symbol of the eagle of the Roman Empire are flying high. But strangely, there were not many soldiers stationed here on the main position. Because the entire British army was assembled on the frontal battlefield, the Roman army was sent to the place of battle. For the rear, the Romans did not do much to prepare.

This gave Mordred and Tristan the opportunity to emerge. Maybe it can be used to turn the tide of the war and turn defeat into victory and resolve the crisis in one fell swoop.

[Capture the thief and capture the king first!] Once the enemy commander is captured or the banner is cut down, the Romans will collapse themselves.

"What do you need me to do?" Tristan asked.

Mordred pointed to the handsome banner hanging high in the Roman camp, "I just need you to release the treasure remotely and help me clear a way." ”

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"Singing of pain, playing of crying. Failnaught: This is my arrow. ”

Extremely fast, Tristan shot this super powerful arrow to achieve the effect of breaking the army. The few remaining soldiers in the Roman camp were simply unable to resist, and a path was quickly cleared to the Roman command post.

The lieutenant general, who had just been appointed by Stirico, was nervously observing the battlefield, and cold sweat broke out in his palms holding the flag. The loud sound of the Tristan Treasure made him stunned.

When he came back to his senses and looked back, the road leading to him was bombarded. A scarlet lightning flashed, rushing towards him at great speed. It was just the blink of an eye, and it moved in front of his eyes.

Only then did he realize that the scarlet thunder light was emitted from a large sword. The man with the sword was a terrifying knight wrapped in armor and wearing a helmet with horns.

Like, it's like a terrible ghost who crawled out of hell and asked for his life.

The red light was even stronger, and a burst of cheers sounded in my ears. That was the last voice he would ever hear in his life.

"Come on!!"