After entering the lake, a shield of energy condensed around Artoria, draining away the cold lake water and preventing her from being intruded by the lake water. Chapter Updated Fastest Just like that, Arturia and Merlin took the troll leading the way and swam towards the bottom of the lake. After all, it is dangerous to leave this guy outside. Without Artoria's protection, in less than a minute, this poor troll will be frozen into a popsicle by the snowstorm - Artoria still expects this guy to take them back along the way. Woolen cloth. And just as they were approaching the cave at the bottom of the lake, the attack that was due finally came. Two terrifying undead bone dragons suddenly woke up from the bottom of the lake, roared and launched an attack on the three intruders. It was an undead bone dragon with holy level strength. It was so powerful that even Arturia had to avoid it, but under the pressure of Merlin's god level strength, it was easily crushed. "Look Merlin, didn't you say we have no enemies? So what are these?" Looking at the fragments of the two undead bone dragons, Arturia couldn't help but laugh. At this point, she finally let go of all her vigilance. They stepped into the cave, and at that moment, there was a feeling of walking through thick liquid. But the next second, icy air hit their faces, and Artoria and the others no longer had to bear a big ball of light. They walked forward carefully. The interior of the cold cave was full of transparent ice edges, exuding a faint blue light, and it had some kind of charming dreamy feel. Artoria and the others continued to walk inside, and finally when they turned a corner, the huge stone base with the artifact sealed in ice appeared in front of Artoria. "Wind Fantasy!" Arturia let out a cry of joy and was about to rush forward. However, a low and cold voice suddenly sounded, and a beautiful figure slowly emerged in the air, blocking Artoria's steps. "Stop, mortals. The world under the lake is not something you should mess with. There is nothing you want here. There is nothing but death and darkness. You cannot pass." That 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 took a step back subconsciously, "Who are you? An angel? Or the fairy in this lake?" "No, I'm just the guardian here," the angelic girl shook her head coldly. He shook his head and said, "Please leave, the master does not welcome you." "Master?" Arturia opened her eyes wide. "Who is the master? Where is he?" "No comment. If you don't want to cause trouble, please leave. I don't want to fight with you," the beautiful girl said. Behind him, Merlin stopped and said, "Artoria, my child, please wait." His voice was not loud. But there were endless echoes here, 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." "What are you listening to?" Alto Leah's eyes widened, she looked at her teacher in disbelief, and shouted, "After listening to a few words from her, we went back obediently? Back to the camp, and then fled back to Bulie in embarrassment with everyone. Dian, and then watch the evil gods poisoning my people? This is impossible!" The girl said firmly. Turning to the angel-like girl, she proudly drew her sword, "For my people and to save Britain and Yunnan, I will never take a step back!" She looked at the sword in the stone in the center of the cave and shouted loudly Declared, "That sword is mine, and I must get it! No matter what the cost!" In front, the sword was frozen in a large piece of polygonal ice floating in the air, with the sword's blade intact. The engraved runes shine with a cold blue light; underneath is a huge stone base, built on a slightly raised huge mound covered with snow dust. From the height of the cave, a soft light shot down from the skylight and reflected on the rune sword. This layer of ice prison obscures some details of the sword body and enlarges others. This looming appearance adds to the alluring mystery, just like a new love half-hidden by a tulle. Artoria recognized this sword. It was the sword she had seen in her dream not long ago. In that sweet dream, this sword saved everything, saved Britain from suffering, and gave those evil gods the punishment they deserved. When she woke up, she took this as a good sign. But now looking at the sword, Artoria understood that the dream was a true omen. This is exactly what she came to look for, her expectation, her dream, and this sword will not disappoint her expectation, its power will change everything. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?Tolia stared at it in fascination, her hands eager to pick up the sword; her fingers curled around the hilt; her arms felt the smooth dance of the sharp weapon. Use this sword to end the suffering of the British people - a voice sounded in her heart. With the desire to end everything, she walked forward as if being pulled. The angelic and beautiful girl pulled out her icy sword and stood in front of Artoria. "Leave before it's too late," she said like a chant, vibrating the wings behind her. "You still want to protect this sword, don't you?" Arturia whispered, her reaction both angry and anxious. "No," the angelic and beautiful girl shook her head and said softly, "I want to protect you from harm." Arturia was surprised for a moment. Then she shook her head and narrowed her eyes resolutely. This is just a gimmick. She would never give up on the Sword in the Stone, never give up on saving her people. She will never be fooled again. Arturia rushed forward, and the beautiful girl flew towards her, attacking her with supernatural weapons. At the same time, many elemental guards were summoned to attack them, but Artoria focused her attention on the leader responsible for guarding the sword in the stone. She vented her long-repressed hopes, worries, fears and frustrations on this beautiful girl. . There was an expression of indignation on her beautiful face, and the sword rose and fell. The ice-condensed sword in the angelic girl's hand was broken and broken again, and it was almost decapitated by Artoria several times. And the old wizard Merlin was even more skillful, and easily eliminated the summoned elemental creatures, and in conjunction with Artoria's attack, they surrounded the angelic girl. Silently, the air in the cave vibrated slightly. The flying girl heard a sad sigh in her ears, "Let her come over, Irene, this child has no way out." Irene's body stiffened, and she glared at the two people in front of her with some resentment, snorting coldly. He shouted, "You're lucky!" The moment he finished speaking, Irene's figure disappeared in the air and never appeared again. Inside the cave, it became deserted and silent again, with only Artoria and the old wizard looking at each other in confusion. "Behold, Merlin," Arturia breathed, noticing her voice was shaking, "we have triumphed, and the Fairy of the Lake has been defeated by us. Our savior, the savior of Britain the wind The fantasy is ours." As she said that, she didn't care about resting and strode towards the base where the divine sword was sealed. "Wait a minute, child." Merlin said stiffly, almost in a commanding tone, pouring cold water on Artoria's head. She blinked, woke up from her ecstasy, and turned to look at the old wizard. "Huh? Why?" she asked. Merlin narrowed his eyes and stared at the suspended sword and the base below. "There's something wrong about this." He pointed a finger at the runeblade. "It's a little too easy. Look, this sword is just sitting here, illuminated by light from nowhere, like a flower waiting to be picked." "Too easy?" Arturia couldn't believe it. He glared at him. "It took you so long to find this sword, and we still have to defeat these things to get it." "Bah," Merlin snorted in his nose, frowned and sighed, "Wait a minute There is an inscription on the base. Let's see if I recognize the words on it. This may tell us something. "The two of them walked forward, Merlin knelt down and stared at the inscription, while Arturia leaned closer to the seductive hand. of sword. Arturia glanced briefly at the inscription that caught Merlin's attention. She didn't know what language it was written in, but judging from the way Merlin's eyes moved between the lines, it seemed that the old wizard could understand the words. Artoria raised her hand and stroked the ice between them¡ªsmooth as a mirror and freezing cold. Ice, yes, but there's something strange about it, it's not just frozen water. Arturia didn't know why, but she just felt that way. There is a power that is so powerful that it is almost terrifying. "Yes, I think I understand. It is written in ancient magical language - the language of the elements." Merlin frowned as he read. "This is a warning." "Warning? Warning of what?" Maybe breaking the ice would damage the sword, Artoria thought. This mysterious ice edge looks like it was carved out of another, larger piece of ice. Merlin translated slowly, and Artoria listened indifferently, never taking her eyes off the sword. ¡°The heart of darkness, the power of the undead,??The wielder of this sword has eternal divine power and will fall into hell forever. "The old wizard jumped up. In all these years, Artoria had never seen him so frightened. "Ah, I should have understood." This sword is cursed! Let's get out of here! The owner of this sword has not truly fallen yet! He is still alive! We can't wake him up! "(To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!