At this time, winter was approaching from late autumn, making the climate in Egypt one of the few pleasant times of the year. A drizzle was falling from the sky, and the scorching sun overhead was not as fierce as usual.
Meanwhile, in Europe, many places were already freezing cold.
The vast army marching over tens of miles was still advancing slowly, with divisions of Saracen troops carrying various flags passing along the main road. Judging by the looks of it, they wouldn't finish their march even by tomorrow.
The group led by Losa waiting at camp in the distance showed no intention of taking action recklessly.
Prajna, or rather, Lingyun Fairy curled her lips slightly and extended her hand to catch the fine drizzle. "Speaking of which, we haven't been out together for a long time, Losa. I remembered the scene when you participated in the Knight Tournament back in Austria."
"Indeed."
