The snowy trolls that Artoria wanted were quickly captured, and coincidentally, the warriors who had been sent out had only been wandering around the outskirts of the troll tribe for a while when they came across a party of troll shamans.

In the cold snowstorm, the old wizard chose to lead a few elite troll warriors and set off towards the blizzard, and he didn't know what happened.

However, no matter what the old wizard was doing, it was destined to not reach its destination, and his actions were only convenient for this group of warriors from Britain. As soon as they left the confines of the tribe, these trolls were knocked unconscious and taken away by the warriors of Britain.

In the face of the ambush of these Noble warriors, who were far superior to them in strength and numbers, this group of trolls was simply vulnerable. The whole raid went incredibly smoothly, and by dawn the next day, the warriors of Bristan had already returned to the camp with five trolls tied up, one of whom was still a troll shaman.

Artoria was delighted by this achievement, and she quickly seized the five trolls tied up in the tent and expelled them all, leaving only the old wizard Merlin. Historically notorious for its dark magic that manipulates people's souls, Artoria doesn't want anyone else to know about Merlin.

After consuming the souls of several beasts, Merlin finally took control of the five trolls and forcibly instilled them with the knowledge of the lingua franca so that they could communicate with Artoria.

Artoria's first target was the shaman, and in general, such elders tended to know better. And the shaman lived up to Artoria's expectations, and soon got Artoria the message she wanted.

"Ten thousand years ago, the dark evil star cut through the sky of the North Pole and landed somewhere in the snowfield. According to legend, it was a fallen extraterrestrial demon god who died. His body shattered into the sky, turning into a series of mountains, and the powerful impact of the impact formed a huge ice throne as it landed. ”

"Our tribal ancestors once left a warning that the soul of the demon god is sleeping beneath the Ice Throne, and if he wakes up, he will destroy the world. Therefore, we have never approached the great Ice Throne, for fear of disturbing the Demon God and inviting a terrible disaster. ”

"Originally, we were supposed to live like this, but not long ago, something changed. The sleeping demon god awakens, and he brings with him an endless army of the undead. Use the power of evil to transform the dead he kills into his legions of the dead, and attack all creatures throughout the Arctic. ”

"Trolls, Spider-Men, Warcraft, Frostskins, Wolves...... All living creatures became his hunting targets. His army of the dead now occupies two-thirds of the Arctic and continues to expand!"

The shaman's hoarse roar was eerie and terrifying. Inside the tent, Artoria and Merlin glanced at each other and saw the complicated emotions in each other's eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Artoria asked, "I'm going to the Ice Throne." Who of you knows the way?"

The blizzard in the Arctic is so cold and terrifying that even a mighty warrior can't pass through it lightly. So the team that set off was only three people, Artoria and Merlin. And the troll who knows the path.

As for the rest of the Bristan warriors, Artoria left them in the camp and told them to wait for their return.

"This time, I will succeed in finding the Fantasy of the Wind. Then lead you back to British and get back your own honor!"

Artoria made a firm announcement, and she, Merlin, and the troll who led the way disappeared into the bitter blizzard. They walked through the thick snow in the direction he had pointed out. Occasionally, the trolls would stop to correct their direction, and in the midst of such a terrible blizzard, it was easy to get lost, even with the local natives leading the way.

The clouds fluttered, the wind howled, the snow fell, the sky darkened, and the snow was swept by the wind, raging wildly over the earth, beating at everything it could. In order to protect the weakest troll on the team, Merlin and Artoria had to take turns opening their defensive energy shields to protect him from the wind and snow.

The terrible blizzard slowed them down considerably, and Artoria moved her stride mechanically, the furious snowstorm allowing her to see only a few steps ahead. Gradually, she stopped paying attention or caring about the direction she was heading, and just followed the troll's steps.

At this point, there seemed to be no concept of time, and she couldn't tell whether she had walked for a few minutes or a whole day, only a mechanical walk. Her mind was full of thoughts about the fantasies of the wind, which was their savior, and the savior of all of Britain.

Artoria believed that if she could get her hands on the artifact in time, she would be able to defeat the terrible gods and save her people.

I don't know how long it took, but the sleepless path suddenly stopped, and the troll leading the way bowed his head respectfully and turned sideways, "It's here." ”

He looked at Artoria and Merlin, and under the control of the dark magic, he stretched out his finger in awe, and said, "The Ice Throne has arrived, just ahead." ”

Artoria stopped, her eyes narrowed in the wind and snow blinked, and frost had formed on her eyelashes.

In front of her was a huge shadow formed in the blizzard, the bare stone walls with ominous colors under the gray canopy of snow. She looked up and could see the massive walls of the Ice Throne stretching to the top of the vault, and the silhouette of the mountain seen in the blizzard resembled a huge throne.

Such a great scene could not have been formed by nature. And the powerful power to change the natural environment...... Artoria subconsciously clenched the sword in her hand, and the desire in her heart became more and more urgent.

They began to search carefully in the snow, trying to find their target. Then, in the midst of the cold snow, Artoria discovers a strange lake.

"Behold, Merlin, this lake ...... Something quirky. ”

Oddly enough, in the midst of this terrifyingly cold Arctic, even hot springs that freeze quickly when exposed to the surface. But the big lake in front of me is obviously just a pool of cold water, but it keeps the water flowing, and there is not the slightest sign of freezing—this is not right.

The old wizard frowned, and released a mage's eye to probe the icy lake. Then at the bottom of the lake, they found a strange cave, obviously at the bottom of the lake, but there was no water gushing into the cave, it was extremely dry, as if there was some kind of invisible barrier at the mouth of the cave.

There seemed to be some kind of light source in the icy cavern, allowing Artoria to catch a glimpse of the soft light blue halo inside. The Mage's Eye continued to get closer, and then at the entrance of the cave, Artoria saw something inside.

It was a sword.

A huge rune sword, huge and powerful, stood quietly on the stone seat in the center of the cave, blocked by transparent ice. The shape of the sword in the stone was exactly the same as what she had seen in her previous dreams!

Artoria's heart almost stopped beating, and she let out a cry of surprise and joy, "Wind Fantasy...... Behold, Merlin, that is the illusion of the wind! Our future! The future of Britain! If you get it, the evil gods will be in great trouble! We are victorious!"

Incoherently speaking words of joy, she rushed towards the lake with joy, but Merlin reached out to stop her, "Wait, my child. ”

Looking at Artoria's puzzled gaze, Merlin took a deep breath, and instead pulled Artoria back and away from the cold lake, "Don't you think it's a little strange?"

Artoria was restless, but she knew that Merlin was a wise elder who had outlived and knew more than she did, something she had to obey. Therefore, Artoria tried to restrain her eagerness, so as not to break free of Merlin's hand immediately, "What's strange? Merlin, did you find anything?"

"Don't you think we're here too easy?" Merlin frowned, "This Ice Throne is the sleeping place of the evil Undead Lord, and according to the trolls, the Undead Lord is dead, but his weapons are not completely sealed. Wind Fantasy - This evil sword controls two-thirds of the Arctic snowfield, and countless undead wander in this snow under its domination...... But why have we walked for so long and not seen a single undead? Don't you think we came too easily?"

Artoria's eyes were fixed on the lake, as if enchanted, and she didn't pay attention to Merlin's advice, "Please, Merlin. Now is the time when the blizzard is raging, and even if the undead pass by us, we can't see them...... And wasn't the undead army attacking Spider-Man not long ago? Maybe now the two of them are fighting each other to the death, so we can break through here so easily. ”

"And ......," Artoria looked up sharply and shrugged at Merlin, "we can't just make it to our destination and run away from the battle, right?"

"This ......" the old wizard hesitated, he walked back and forth restlessly, and finally had to reluctantly retreat, "Alright, let's go in." But you have to be careful, that artifact didn't just sit somewhere and get it. ”

Artoria nodded happily and jumped into the icy water, swimming towards the mysterious cave at the bottom of the lake. (To be continued......)