"Long time no see, Master!" There was no emotion at all in the middle-aged man's words, making it impossible to hear the emotion he wanted to express. Of course, this did not include the girl in blue.
"Of course", the girl in blue held her white and delicate hands in front of her chest and said in a complaining tone: "It's only been five hundred years. Compared to a certain person, you are much more filial than him."
The girl glanced at Artoris and said, "Is it her?"
"Well, I didn't expect to meet again like this."
Glancing at Artoris again, the girl sighed and her anger subsided a lot, "Since she was able to find you in that form at that time, it must have been her fate, and you can't escape the fate of being the guide no matter what. "
"Take her to the Phantom World..." The man's tone was still cold.
"It's up to you. It's better not to have anything to do with me, master and apprentice."
"Forget it." The girl waved her hand. "You are just like your master, a dead brain. I really don't know how you managed the country back then." With that, the girl turned around and walked towards the center of the lake.
The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and said, "What about the cross-realm talisman?"
The girl stopped and clenched her hands into fists, then released them after a moment. "Let me handle this matter. Remember to erase her memory of tonight. It's best not to let me appear in her memory." The girl turned around and disappeared into the night...
When Artolis woke up, it was already noon the next day. It could be said that Artolis woke up from hunger. She couldn't remember what happened last night, but she vaguely recalled that in her dream, a blue-gold sword was dangling in front of her eyes. After washing her face and eating dry food, Artolis felt indescribably comfortable except for her hungry stomach.
She was thinking about cheering up and getting ready to go to the front line, but the flashing golden sword in her dream still appeared in her mind from time to time. It would be great if that sword was real. I believe there are few people who are more passionate about swords than Artolis. She can be sure that it is the most gorgeous sword she has ever seen in her life.
"Alas~" Artolis sighed, and as soon as she took a step, she tripped over something and fell down. She was about to secretly curse bad luck, but her eyes lit up the next moment.
There was a long sword lying upside down on the ground, and Artolis realized with just one glance that this was the sword that appeared in her dream!
Is it possible that you are not dreaming? Artolis couldn't wait to pick up the sword and read it again from beginning to end. Now she was sure that this was the sword she had in mind.
However, Artolis reacted in the next second. The sword could not appear here for no reason. This can only mean that someone lost it here. Artoris didn't believe it when she said that the sword's owner threw it away because of disgust. The blade of the sword is gorgeous and shows no signs of wear. Its appearance is astonishing, and it cuts iron like clay. Unless that person is a fool, who would take the initiative to throw away such a good sword?
For Artoris, who advocates the spirit of chivalry, it is something that everyone should do, let alone herself who has been influenced by culture. With this thought in mind, Artoris hesitated whether to wait for the owner to return, when the sword suddenly burst into golden light.
The sudden change really startled Artolis, and she subconsciously threw the sword away. The sword fell on the grass, its golden light appearing brighter under the midday sun.
"Oath to Victory is a good sword. Isn't it too wasteful to throw it away like this?" A middle-aged man's voice reached Artolis's ears, but she could only hear his voice but not see him.
"Who?" Artolis reacted very quickly and was immediately ready to fight at any time. Look in all directions and be ready for danger from any direction.
"Stop hiding, come out!"
The next moment, under Artoris's surprised gaze, the sword that she had originally thrown aside actually floated up on its own.
Artoris suspected that she was dreaming, and pinched her face. It was so hot that it didn't look like she was dreaming. God, I'm not dreaming! Could it be that this is a ghost, but seeing a ghost in broad daylight is a bit unreasonable.
Just when Artolis thought she was hallucinating due to hunger, the sword spoke. That's right, it's the sword that's talking!
"Don't think about anything weird, I don't want to say unnecessary words." After saying that, he struck with a flying blow until the hilt of the sword hit Artolis's head, which knocked Artolis awake. Artoris calmed down and took a deep breath. It's amazing, this sword can actually talk. Seeing this was much weirder than seeing ghosts during the day. After all, there were rumors about ghosts in the village, and I never saw any problems! Since the "Sword Ghost" in front of you can talk, let's listen to what it has to say. In terms of courage, Artolis considers herself bold, otherwise she wouldn't dare to go out alone. Well, I just thought...
When Artoris saw this scene, she was not frightened, but excited! This matter can be said with force, provided that the listener believes it.
Seeing that Artoris obeyed him obediently, the "Sword Demon" was very satisfied. Without further ado, the "Sword Demon" revealed his identity to Artoris...
"You mean you are a weapon spirit?"
"I was born with a sword. To be precise, I should be a sword spirit."
Artoris nodded thoughtfully, and it made sense. It's not like she hasn't heard of the existence of artifact spirits. According to Artolis' understanding, an artifact made from treasures of heaven and earth or formed naturally may form a soul belonging to the artifact after a long period of baptism.
In layman's terms, it is a weapon spirit. The formation time of the weapon spirit cannot be determined, but it is understood that it will take at least a hundred years to form, and not every treasure of heaven and earth will give birth to a weapon spirit, which requires a certain amount of luck. And as time goes by, the weapon spirit will also grow. Generally speaking, the older the weapon spirit is, the more powerful it is.
What is born from the sword is the sword spirit, and what is born from the cup is the cup spirit. There is a reason for calling them so.
"Then Mr. Sword Spirit, where is your master?" Artolis heard from the old leader that most of the weapon spirits in the world are concentrated in the hands of the royal family. She does not believe that the sword spirit in front of her has no master!
"Dead." The sword spirit's tone was as calm as if it didn't matter, which surprised Artolis. Obviously this sword spirit had quite a conflict with its original owner. Although Artolis wanted to hear the reason for the matter, she looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was already hanging in the west. It was already so late, and it had exceeded my budget. I had to go to the front line quickly.
"Then let's talk about it next time we meet. I have something else to do here, so I won't talk to you about it." After saying that, Artolis bowed politely and turned around to leave.
Suddenly, an unprecedented pressure spread throughout her body, making Artolis feel as if a huge boulder was pressing down on her body, causing unbearable pain. Artolis knelt down on one knee and put her hands on the ground to try to reduce the pressure, but the pressure was gradually increasing.
"Rank suppression!" The sword spirit almost blurted out, and the next moment it turned into a stream of light and rushed into Atoris's body. The feeling of oppression immediately disappeared, and Artolis stood up. If anyone was present, they would have noticed that Artolis' original yellow-brown pupils had now turned into a coquettish red.
His eyes revealed extremely terrifying murderous intent, and with a wave of his hand, the Sword of Victory appeared in his hand.
"Now let's see which mouse escaped!" Artolis kicked her legs, a gust of wind blew up under her feet, and she quickly entered the forest.
