The northern part of Scandinavia is still flat today.

That's right, it's nuclear leveling! The two military camps that were originally opposite each other on the snowfield are now only one.

Only the camp of the Celtic knights stood strongly, but it was also being dismantled. After the battle, Mordred was already planning to return to the army.

As for the camp of the Saxons ... I don't know if the charred black pit on the other side counts.

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Before, the Saxons were closed and tried to drain Mordred's army. This is an absolute fatal target for the Celtic Knights, who lack logistics and are not adapted. Even if the Saxons went out to fight, the Celts, who were outdated in weapons and equipment and did not have an advantage in numbers, would not fight easily.

And this kind of battle, in which the enemy was wounded by a thousand and self-inflicted by eight hundred, was not afforded by the British. The Roman Empire was still sharpening its knives and preparing to regain its former dominance over British territory. If there were too many casualties in this war, it would be a heavy blow to Britain.

Outside Mordred's big tent.

"Hey—" Mordred smiled and put her hand on Tristan's neck.

"Oops!! What are you trying to do!! Tristan, who still looked a little kidney-deficient after recovering from a serious illness, had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.

"It's not a big deal, I just want you to show off your talents." Mordred provoked Tristan with words. It's a nice thing to say, but it always makes people feel bad.

"I advise you not to lie to me." Two drops of cold sweat fell from Tristan's forehead, "Your intentions are too obvious, it's different from usual." ”

A straight-up person like Mordred is indeed not very pretty.

"It's really nothing." Mordred didn't expect it to be exposed, but she continued to encourage Tristan to say, "It's really a chance for you to show!" ”

"So what the hell should I do?" Tristan had some intentions.

"I just want you to go to the Saxon barracks and sing a song for a party." Mordred said calmly.

"Ahhhh Where did I offend you, do you want me to die like that?! Tristan cowered behind the tree in fear. At the moment, he just wanted to get away from Mordred's clutches as soon as possible.

"Are you trying to betray my king?" Mordred pulled out the righteousness.

"What does this have to do with my king?" Tristan was momentarily confused. "Don't frame me."

Mordred didn't quibble with him anymore. What is the best way to deal with someone who disobeys orders? That's right, it's honest to get started.

Tristan did not insult the position of an archer, and the melee ability necessary for an archer was outstanding. It took a lot of effort for Mordred to get Tristan apprehended. Grabbing Tristan, Mordred slowly walked to the front of the Saxon camp.

Mordred's response to this unfavorable war situation was to throw Tristan over.

"It's up to you, Tristan!" (Mordred now resembles some idiot running rampant in the Pokémon world with yellow rodents as lackeys.) ）

A gorgeous parabola crossed the camp gate like a meteor. Tristan seemed to have become an arrow, and plunged headlong into the Saxons' nest.

The head fell downward, slamming down, stirring up a cloud of snow on the ground.