"It's strange, you are the king of Brittania, but you never knew that there was such an existence in this place." The three of them walked slowly in the corridor. Purple flames burned in Medea's hands, which made the surroundings clearly destroyed. "This is the secret left by the dwarfs. Only the dwarf kings of all generations passed down by word of mouth. The rest of the people, even Beowulf, did not know the existence here, because his father died ten thousand years ago under the siege of the Paladin in the palace behind the dwarf retreat. It is really sad that a generation of Thunder God died.

Medea glanced at Artoria who was silent and smiled and said, "You must want to know why we can understand clearly what only the Dwarf King can know..."

"I'm not interested, I just care about what plot you are planning." Artoria shook her head and said indifferently.

"..." Medea hit a nail, smiled helplessly, and suddenly said coldly, "One day, I will change you into all kinds of cute clothes, so that you can put on many shameful poses, and then take pictures."

"What?" The second half of the sentence that betrayed the Witch was said lightly and quickly, and even the Knight King's ears were not fully heard clearly.

"Nothing." Medea shook his head, Yuko Yihara looked at Medea strangely, then turned his head, still silent, betraying the witch, haha, "You should know that in ancient times, humans had not occupied the continent, and now in Brittania, the land of the dwarf kingdom, and when humans counterattacked, it was taken down by the Pope Hall. The dwarf lineage was all driven underground."

"I heard something." Artoria responded coldly, "Do you want me to see something inside?"

"That's true." Medea smiled slightly. He said to himself, "What the dwarves believe in or believe in is a big stone - not an illusory existence, but a real stone. They think they are descendants of flames and rocks, because metal can be extracted from the stones, and the blazing flames can be used for forging. The power of the dwarves comes from the power of rocks and the scorching flames. Their belief is that they will never let the furnaces be extinguished - so even if they occupy vast land, they like to live in the mountains, especially where there are active volcanoes or lava, which they regard as natural foundries and bathhouses."

Artoria had a vague premonition, but she could not grasp the fleeting thoughts. She could only listen to Medea continue to explain: "Then, I want to tell you about the battle of hegemony on the mainland. At that time, the dwarves and the most violent bloody battle occurred in the city of Camelo. Beowulf's father Thor personally commanded the battle of the shattered rear. The last elite forces and guards of the Dwarves' kingdom were blocked in the corridor by the Paladin legion of the Pope Hall, and were repeatedly besieged and strangled. Every inch of soil around the ruins of the rock temple under the city of Camelo

The ground was soaked with the blood of dwarfs, and more places were even blown up or filled with poisonous gas. The paladins at that time were much more extreme than they are now. They were simply using everything, but in other words, they were challenging the order of the entire continent with the power of a clan. If they were not cruel, if they did not abandon everything, humans would have no future. However, this is not the point of the problem. In the final plan of the Dwarf King, if the retreat failed, or if humans pursued the dwarfs relentlessly and intended to destroy the dwarfs, then the jade-breaking plan of the dwarfs would be unfolded."

"On the contrary... If the dwarves get the last chance, then this secret will be completely hidden in the long river of history with the death of Thor Thor. Thor is a kind man. Unfortunately, such a person dies too quickly." Medea sighed and spread his hands towards Artoria in a shock, "That's right, we have walked nearly a thousand meters down. Under your feet, there is a terrible volcanic seal. The power of the dwarves' flame rune bound it for thousands of years. This is also him

Our last choice back then. Once humans try to destroy the dwarves, the seal here will be completely broken. The surging flame magma will spray the volcanic ash and lava that cover the sky into the sky. Its power is only stronger than the doomsday-level joint war forbidden spell launched by the ten saints. Even if the human saints at that time can take advantage of the situation and minimize the losses of personnel, this land will be covered by magma and death forever, and become a barren land where the intelligent race cannot survive..."

"But there are always exceptions. The dwarf rune masters who stayed here and were ready to accept the order accidentally leaked Xingzang, which led to the discovery of this amazing secret by Yiyuan Yuko. For some considerations, we did not inform humans of this matter, but concealed it. As a certain secret, it was only circulated between the King of the Witches and a few upper witches." Medea casually said, "This place is far underground. There are magic arrays set up by dwarf kings of all generations with flame runes, which are completely integrated with the fluctuations of fire element in the geothermal heat. Even if the sky ring head, which is most proficient in elemental power among the seven holy lands, most of them cannot be noticed. The talent and perception of fire element of the dwarf rune are completely incomparable to humans today."

"Thor Thor..." Medea sighed again, "—Although he was an enemy at that time, I still want to say that he was one of the most perfect kings I have ever seen, be generous and resolute, much better than his son. Do you know? That guy ordered those rune masters to stay here forever, strengthen seals, and suppress volcanoes. No matter who ruled the world on the earth, as long as they left a way for the dwarves to live, they could not let the flames devour other people's lives...haha."

"Even foreigners know the value of life and the equality of creatures... You are trying to eradicate innocent creatures through bloody battles. They are just innocent weak people. You actually..." Artoria trembled, "I think you want this volcano..."

"The first question is that most weak people have evil in their hearts. They are not able to transform their hearts into practice because they have no strength. You know this more than me - no matter how self-deception is, the king can always see things that others cannot see." Medea glanced at Artoria and said coldly. "Second, you are right. In the foreseeable future, detonating this active volcano will become a part of the plan. But not now, we are here today to strengthen the seal with the heart of molten fire. The dwarves of those days were already old and had to do it ourselves... What I want to say is that this is not a free action."

"...This is the method you use to threaten me? Don't you think it's too dirty?" Artoria sneered.

"Dirty? We were working hard on the night of the Witch and exhausted our efforts to support humanity to the road of freedom. After you settled on the mainland, you immediately started to fight in the nest with great enthusiasm. What you have done in the past ten thousand years is much dirty than ours!" Medea also sneered, "Artolia, I know you promised a fortune. So I hope you promised our conditions. Otherwise, we will immediately use the heart of molten fire to detonate the volcano today and will not give you any chance to react."

"You!" Artoria clenched her fists and considered the possibility of dying with the two witches, but reason told her that the sword in the stone had broken, let alone dying with each other, if she started, she would not last for five minutes under the siege of the two eighth-level witches. Moreover, this place was underground, no matter how she made a big fuss, she could not convey the message to Carmelo.

"Of course, you can hope for the help of the strong men in Brittania and the saints of the holy land. But don't forget that under the wrath of nature, the power of human beings is shallow. Even if the saints react quickly and flew thousands of miles apart, they can only change the direction of the flow of magma instead of completely suppressing it. The difference between them is only the number of dead people. In other words, in the end, you will only sacrifice more people - now think about it, in order to save one person, you will soon let more people die tragically in the natural disaster. Artoria, you are such a person. Apart from compromise, can you still turn back?" Medea sneered, every word was heartbroken, making Artoria unable to resist, and betrayed the witch without any politeness, and forced her to a dead end step by step...

From Miller's disappearance at the beginning to Beowulf's invitation, she fell step by step into Medea's calculations.

There is no power of resistance - only constant sacrifice, sacrifice, and sacrifice.

In front of her, she seemed to see the shaky seal split into pieces under the impact of the heart of molten fire. The volcano that had accumulated tens of millions of years of violent energy suddenly erupted. The violent lava and natural anger released the destructive power of the sky and the earth to the surface in an instant. Volcanic ash covered the sky and the sun, magma flowed across the sky, flames flew, and scorching lava swept across the earth, turning everything along the way into terrible scorched earth, her people were blood flowing into rivers, struggling to survive under the disaster of doomsday, and they had no choice but to die. The power of nature, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, even if the individual's strength was thousands of times stronger, it could not stop the tragedy that had happened. She could not do it, nor could the saints do it. All these disasters were caused by her childish persistence. For the sake of a person's life and the promise of a knight, she made a foolish choice at a dangerous moment, and millions of people would suffer.

——She should have decisively attacked Beowulf at that time to attract the attention of the royal city. Just like Caesar's behavior described by the Dwarf King, gathering any power that can be gathered, and staying with the Witch Nights, and then using her soul to endure the pain and regret caused by Miller's death, but she did not, and she still fantasizes that she could save everyone.

But she did not regret it - she could not do it. She gave up her life in front of her for the sake of a few possibilities, sacrificed one person for the sake of more people's names, and she could never agree with this practice, even if the king had to make a choice.

My life is meaningless, full of disappointing results, with eternal confusion and helplessness. Stupid practices, naive ideals... But some roads still have to be followed by someone, even if they are destined to mean sacrifice.

Artoria sighed softly and felt a little relaxation.

——The woman holding the heart of smelting told her that the choice was in her hands.

One thought of heaven, one thought of hell, thousands of lives will turn to different destinies because of her choice.

All the way, they walked through the last part of the road, and the burning feeling had faintly hit their faces. They pushed open the door of Xiongkou, and saw a world of golden and red magma, just like the river of flames described in ancient books.

The runes of the dwarf, Alcaz's fire dragon six-ray, suppressed the magma that was about to move. Under the platform-like cliff is a calm lava lake, but there is a fearful power hidden under the calm.

"Re-depict the console magic pattern of the array eye with the heart of molten fire." Medea stretched out his hand, and the fiery red light bloomed in the witch's hand. It eventually turned into a red light ball, and the purest flame flowed during the period, with almost no impurity, "--and then the seal will be reinforced again. Unless someone takes the initiative to destroy it, there is no suspicion of destruction. Artoria, what are you thinking about? We only have one promise, after reinforcement, you have to follow me."

Artoria was silent, but walked to the cliff before the cliff, at her feet was a rock wall a hundred meters high. This high platform stood in the lava, suppressing the majestic and surging natural forces.

She untied her hair and let her golden hair hang down like a waterfall. The golden hair was like being soaked by golden flames, whispering a hot wind that occasionally blows. For many years, the memories of the past have once again floated to her heart. She seemed to have become the innocent and stubborn girl before, innocent and clear. She just held the dream of "becoming a knight" and the dream that only the girl knew about her shyness. She could hear the whisper of the wind and understand the whisper of the white clouds. At that time, a story that is difficult to distinguish between true and false can bring her into the fantasy world, and a group of geese flying south can take away her flying thoughts. She would sigh for the spring flowers and autumn fruits, and she would be extremely happy for the fresh green in the early spring. She would worry about whether the bird's nest in the wind and rain can protect the trembling birds, and whether the flowers outside the fence could have heard the destruction of the wind...

But all this, I don't know when it was slowly gone, as if it had never existed. She became only worried about her subjects and gave up the girl's dream. This was originally what she was proud and proud of. She always thought that when she looked back on the past, she would not regret wasted her years, nor would she be ashamed of being mediocre. She always thought that she could proudly declare without hesitation that she had no regrets in her life, and had devoted all her energy and life to the motherland she loved, worked diligently for it, and did her best for it, and lived and died for it... But now, she suddenly realized that these were so fragile. Apart from the dream of nothingness and inexplicable pride, she did not leave even a little thing.

I didn't love someone well, didn't devote myself to a sincere love, and never even felt moved. I could have become friends who truly understand each other with Caesar, but this friendship disappeared because of her stubbornness.

"What a fool." Yuko Yihara, who had been silent all the time, suddenly sighed, "It's so heartbreaking."

Medea also sighed softly - in fact, she had an inexplicable knot and persistence towards Artoria. No matter what choice the Knight King made, she would feel relieved - compromise means she would not need to worry about it in the future, and rejection means she had given up her illusory dreams and justice. These two choices are good things for her.

Artoria turned a deaf ear and stood silently, her mood was surprisingly quiet at this moment.

At least for now, there is still a way to protect everyone, that is, sacrifice herself and promise the witches.

She raised her head, and everything in her life slowly flashed through her heart. Her persistence and confusion, her faith and justice, her protection and battle, her creed and guardian, her cherishment and persistence, her dreams and mission. Everything, the conflict between ideals and reality, the contest between beliefs and darkness, hypocrisy and perseverance, the end of the dream... I can't understand it, but it's so true for her at this moment. Caesar was right, and the witches were right. No one would know the sacrifices she made here, and even if she could survive, most of them would still struggle in this extremely realistic world and passively be a weak person. However, she could not save everyone, but she could fall before everyone, use her own sacrifice as annotation, so that her heart knew that she would live up to the world in this life, and once tried her best to protect everything.

She knew the abacus of the nobles, understood the awe of the subjects, and also understood the ugliness of human nature. But the king wanted to tolerate everything of the subjects and protected everything was her mission - how could she not know how swaying the human hearts were, and how despicable the dark side of human beings was, but just as light and shadows walked with each other, she wanted to protect everything and change everything in the day and night.

But she, Artoria, lived for these humble but real people in this life!

She said slowly: "...I promise you, don't break your promise."

"You are so stupid..." Even though Artoria was expected to choose this, after the incident, the betrayal of the witch could not suppress the turmoil in her heart. "You should know that even if the current calm is calm, here will still be detonated in the future."

"No...you don't have a chance." Artoria suddenly showed a beautiful smile. In the blazing flames, this moving smile made the two witches who had experienced the world feel moved for a moment. Then, the girl knight of Brittania used the most serious tone of her life, as if she was preaching an eternal truth.

"—Because before this happens, Caesar will end your plot, all." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!