Once in the lake, a shield of energy coalesced around Artoria's body, draining the icy waters from the water.

With that, Artoria and Merlin took the troll who led the way, and dived to the bottom of the lake. After all, it's dangerous to leave this guy outside, and without Artoria's protection, in a minute, the poor troll will be frozen into popsicles by a blizzard - and Artoria is counting on this guy to take them back along the way.

And just as they approached the cave at the bottom of the lake, the attack finally came.

Two terrifying undead bone dragons suddenly awoke from the bottom of the lake and roared to attack the three invaders. It was the undead bone dragon of the strength of the Holy Rank, and even Artoria had to avoid the strength, but under the suppression of the strength of the Merlin God Rank, it was easily crushed.

"Behold, Merlin, didn't you say we have no enemies, so what is this?" Artoria couldn't help but laugh as she looked at the fragments of the two undead bone dragons. At this point, she finally let down all her vigilance.

They stepped into the cavern, and for a moment, there was a sensation of passing through a viscous liquid. But in the next second, the cold air rushed into their faces, and Artoria and the others didn't have to carry a large ball of light again.

They walked cautiously forward, the icy cavern was full of transparent ice edges, emitting a faint blue light, and there was a certain enchanting dreamlike feeling. Artoria and the others continued to walk inside, and finally around a corner, the huge stone pedestal with the frozen artifact appeared in front of Artoria's eyes.

"Wind Fantasy!"

Artoria let out a cry of joy and was about to rush forward. However, a low, cold voice suddenly sounded, and a beautiful figure slowly emerged in the air, stopping Artoria's steps.

"Stop, mortal. The world under the lake is not something you should provoke, there is nothing you want, nothing but death and darkness, you cannot go through. ”

It was a beautiful woman. A pair of white and sacred wings stretched out behind her, looking like a legendary angel, beautiful and holy.

Artoria frowned, and subconsciously took a step back, "Who are you, an angel, or a fairy in this lake?"

"Neither, I'm just the guardian here," the angelic girl shook her head coldly and said, "Please leave, your master does not welcome you." ”

"Master?" Artoria's eyes widened. "Who is the master, and where is he?"

"No comment, if you don't want to cause trouble, please leave, I don't want to fight you," said the beautiful girl.

Behind, Merlin paused, "Artoria, my child, please wait. ”

His voice was not loud. But here there was an endless echo, full of pleading, "Maybe we should listen to this angel lady's advice...... Let's go back and don't go any further. I feel a little bad. ”

"Listen to what?" Artoria's eyes widened, looking at her teacher in disbelief, and she cried out, "Listen to her words. We went back to the camp and fled back to Buldian with all the wolves, and then watched the evil gods poison my people.

The girl said firmly. Turning to the angelic girl, she proudly drew her sword, "For the sake of my people, for the sake of saving Britain, I will never take a step back!"

She looked at the sword in the middle of the cave and declared in a loud voice, "That sword is mine, I must get it!"

Ahead, the sword was frozen in a large floating block of polygonal ice, the runes engraved throughout the blade glowing with a cold blue light, and below it was a massive stone base built on a large mound of earth covered with snow and dust.

High up in the cavern, a soft light shone down from the skylight and reflected on the rune sword. This layer of ice obscures some of the details of the sword's body, and magnifies others, so that the looming appearance adds to the alluring mystery, like a new love half-hidden in a thin veil.

Artoria recognized the sword, the same one she had seen in her dream not long ago. In that sweet dream, the sword saved a qiē, saved Britain from suffering, and gave the evil gods the punishment they deserved.

When she woke up, she had taken it as a good omen. But looking at the sword now, Artoria understood that the dream was a real omen. This is exactly what she came to seek, it is her expectation, her dream, and this sword will not live up to her expectations, its power will change a qiē.

Artoria looked at it in fascination, her hands eager to pick up the sword, her fingers curled to grip the hilt, her arms felt the smooth dance of the weapon.

With this sword to end the suffering of the people of Britain—there was a voice that sounded in her heart.

With a desire to put an end to it, she walked forward as if she was being pulled.

The angelic, beautiful maiden drew her icy sword and stopped in front of Artoria.

"Go away, it's not too late," she said, shaking her wings behind her back, as if chanting.

"You still want to protect the sword, don't you?" said Artoria, her reaction both angry and agitated.

"No," the angelic, beautiful girl shook her head and whispered, "I want to protect you from harm." ”

Artoria was momentarily surprised. Then she shook her head and squinted her eyes resolutely. It's just a trick. She will never give up the sword in the stone, and she will never give up saving her people.

She won't be deceived anymore.

Artoria rushed forward, and the beautiful maiden flew towards her, attacking her with a supernatural weapon. Many elemental guards were summoned to attack them, but Artoria focused on the leader in charge of guarding the sword in the stone, and she vented her pent-up hopes, worries, fears, and frustrations on this beautiful maiden.

An expression of indignation appeared on her beautiful face, the sword rose and fell, and the icy sword in the angelic girl's hand shattered and shattered, and was almost beheaded by Artoria several times.

And the old wizard Merlin is even more adept, easily solving those summoned elemental creatures, and with Artoria's attack, he surrounded the angelic girl.

Silently, the air inside the cavern shook slightly. A sad sigh was heard in the ears of the flying girl, "Let her come, Irene, there is no way back for this child." ”

Erin's body stiffened, and she glared at the two people in front of her with some resentment, and snorted coldly, "Count you lucky!"

The moment the words fell, Erin's figure disappeared directly into the air and never appeared again. The cavern was once again deserted and silent, except for Artoria and the old wizard staring at each other.

"Behold, Merlin," Artoria took a breath, noticing that her voice was trembling, "we have won, and the fairies of this lake have been defeated by us. Our Savior, the Savior of Britain...... The Wind Fantasy is ours. ”

As she spoke, she didn't care about resting, and strode towards the pedestal where the Excalibur was sealed.

"Wait, kid. Merlin said stiffly, pouring cold water on Artoria's head, almost in a commanding tone. She blinked, awoke from her ecstasy, and turned to look at the old wizard.

"Huh, why?" she asked.

Merlin narrowed his eyes at the dangling sword and the pedestal below. "There's something wrong with that. ”

He held out a finger and pointed at the rune sword. "It's a little too easy. You see, this sword is just like this, and there is a light shining from nowhere, like a flower picked by someone else. ”

"Too easy?" Altoria glared at him in disbelief. "It's taken you so long to figure out this sword, and we'll have to defeat it to get it. ”

"Phew," Merlin snorted in his nose, and he sighed with a frown, "Slow...... There is an inscription on the base, to see if I recognize the words on it, which may tell us something. ”

The two of them stepped forward, Merlin kneeling and staring at the inscription, and Artoria leaning closer to the seductive sword.

Artoria glanced at the inscription that caught Merlin's attention. She didn't know what language it was written in, but from Merlin's gaze moving between the lines, the old wizard seemed to be able to read the words.

Artoria raised her hand and stroked the ice between them—smooth as a mirror and as cold as hell. Ice, yes, but there's also a strange feeling that it's not just frozen water. Artoria didn't know why, but she just felt that way. There's a terrifying power in it.

"yes, I think I get it. It was written in the language of ancient magic - the language of the elements. Merlin said as he read it, frowning. "It's a ...... Warn. ”

"Warning, warning what?" maybe breaking the ice would damage the blade, Artoria thought. This mysterious ice ridge looks like a ...... Hewn down from another, bigger piece of ice. Merlin translated slowly, and Artoria listened nonchalantly, her eyes not taking her eyes off the sword.

"The heart of darkness, the power of the undead, the one who wields this sword, the divine power is eternal, and he will fall into hell forever. ”

The old wizard jumped to his feet, Artoria had never seen him so frightened in all these years, "Ah, I should have understood. This sword is cursed! Let's get out of here! The owner of this sword hasn't really fallen yet! He's still alive! We can't wake him up!" (To be continued......)