Frilian at Elden Ring

Moreover, the rules of the Elden Ring are explained at the beginning: it's a game of domination and supremacy, where you must rule everything like the Golden Conquest.

Bernal's eyes lit up as he sensed the determination in Bernal's expression.

"Many faded ones are only obsessed with fame and nothing more. For some petty gains, you are thinking about domination? Indeed, you have the power. Perhaps the main fragment of the Elden Ring will soon change hands."

"That's a demigod. It's not something you can figure out in a short time. I need to practice more."

The key is to empower the Stargazers. If we simply use the old power system to solve problems, then we've come to the borderlands for nothing.

The silver-haired girl's sincerity touched Bernal. This newcomer, the Faded One, seemed to be his former self, and possessed even greater strength than his contemporaries. Perhaps he could change more people and things.

"Caution is good. By the way: are you planning to fight here indefinitely?"

"of course."

Even now that the Golden Law is broken beyond repair, will you still believe in the guidance of blessings?

"I have always believed in it."

Frillie was sincere. Since the game had asked her to repair the magic ring, she was sure she could do it, especially since she had a few trump cards up her sleeve.

“Yes, a model of a faded figure, truly nostalgic. Such an idea is precious these days.” He added, “If you want to become famous, I have advice. Go this way, bypass Stoneville and head south to the Sobbing Peninsula. There’s a rebellion in Moen City there, and the lord is desperate for help.”

"In addition, a group of unfamiliar powerful individuals has arrived outside the border. They are an unkillable squad that is wreaking havoc in the eastern part of Ningmgefu and a bounty has been placed on their heads."

Having finally met someone he clicked with, Bernal started talking non-stop.

In fact, he didn't offer anything, just suggestions, but they were invaluable to Frilian, who desperately needed information.

"Thank you."

"Don't rush to thank me. Actually, there's an opportunity to become famous right now: fight me. If I approve of you, I'll naturally promote you. Don't let my appearance fool you, I actually have some reputation."

The aura of a powerful warrior wafted towards me, an invitation, a desire to confirm the indomitable awakening of a newcomer who had faded into obscurity through force, to let the sword speak for itself.

Frillie, of course, would not refuse this opportunity to spar.

[Battle Skills Instructor Bernal], who has received positive reviews from players, is definitely trustworthy.

Moreover, she can tell if someone is lying. On the surface, the person may seem disheartened and dejected, but in reality, they are holding onto a glimmer of hope, waiting for the future to ignite it completely.

The two men, each holding a scepter and a straight sword respectively, assumed their stances, and it was clear at a glance that neither was an ordinary person.

Observing all this, Melina thought to herself that ever since her Faded One arrived at the border, there had been constant battles, and she was always attracting the attention of powerful figures. The aura emanating from her soul seemed to be attracting everyone, which could perhaps be considered a kind of kingly quality.

clang!

Suddenly, the two figures crossed paths.

The vibration and buzzing of the World Devouring Scepter were transmitted to Bernal's tiger's mouth. Although it hit, the force was deflected and he almost lost his balance.

"This move is called parry, and it comes from Ashina Country."

"Impressive technique, your skill is impressive. How about your strength?"

As he spoke, a scepter swept down with tremendous force, carrying the weight of a thousand pounds—enough to smash a mountain demon to pieces and force a dragon to its knees. He was certain this strike would reveal the extent of his power.

Unexpectedly, Frilian suddenly took out a simple brass shield, and with a sweeping motion of her arm, she blocked the attack. It was more like she was actively striking and attacking than parrying.

Warriors with shield skills can usually perform shield parries, but this requires extremely high strength.

He never expected his confident attack to miss. He knew that the power of the World-Devouring Scepter made people rarely notice the existence of the shield, and it was invincible. Today, however, he missed.

wrong.

It was the result of a direct clash of strength, truly exhilarating. The Beast Armor, feeling the vibrations transmitted through it, was also filled with excitement. The dejection vanished, and the will of a warrior burst forth from Bernal's heart.

"If someone like you still firmly believes that restoring the Dharma Ring is a good thing, then let me see for myself."

The World-Devouring Scepter slammed into the ground, creating a shockwave. The sudden attack on her lower body allowed Frilian to leap away lightly, then thrust out a sword while simultaneously slicing through the shield with her left hand.

The powerful magical weapon pierced through the armor.

Combat skills, patience.

Despite the damage, Bernal delivered a powerful downward slam, striking Frilian's shield hard. The shield shattered and grazed her arm, ultimately proving that its lack of enhancements was a major drawback.

Chapter 20 The Death of the Witch (Please add to your favorites)

This is the first time I've been injured since arriving at the border.

Although it was just a minor scratch with a little blood, it served as a reminder to Frilian that the opponent was of a much higher level, far surpassing the Tree Guardian.

She did not seek treatment because she rarely gets injured, and opportunities to train while injured are extremely rare. Since it's a friendly sparring match, she might as well experience it more.

"Cough cough!"

Bernal, on the other side, coughed violently, feeling equally unwell. Even though he had used his endurance combat skills, it didn't mean he could withstand the shockwave from the powerful weapon's magic. His internal organs were trembling slightly, but fortunately, his strong willpower allowed him to endure it.

A true warrior's duel is one that is exhilarating, with each side fighting and clashing against the other.

"It feels very stiff. Your armor is well-forged, and it seems to have been modified?"

"Yes, the Beast Armor has quite a history; it originally had a cloak on the back."

"Gathering Beasts? I've heard that in border regions, wild beasts can represent royal status. Is this related to the so-called Gathering Beast Armor?"

Frillie, with the attitude of a research scholar, noticed this.

Bernal responded with a wry smile:

"The past is too painful to recall, it's nothing remarkable, perhaps just a coincidence... So how do you know that beasts can choose a king?"

With a whistle, the spirit horse appeared out of thin air, its figure agile and tall. Even facing the battlefield where the auras of two powerful figures clashed, it did not affect its poised and ready appearance in the slightest, its muscles taut and ready to gallop like an arrow released from a bow at any moment.

What a horse!

With just one glance, Bernal knew this beast was no ordinary creature, and he vaguely remembered hearing legends about it. Could it truly have been related to the mount of the god Michaela? This was incredible.

"If you win the sparring match, then I'll tell you part of my story."

Frillie drew her sword to indicate her acceptance.

The two figures clashed again in the next moment, their swords and scepters collided, and the shockwaves carved a deep pit in the ground. Rocks rolled down the side of the cliff, and a landslide occurred.

The seemingly heavy scepter was wielded with great force in Bernal's hands, more like an invincible hammer.

He built up momentum with each swing, each move more powerful than the last, overwhelming everything in his path.

No flaws.

He remained flawless and uninjured during his movements.

In contrast, Frilian adopted a defensive stance, constantly deflecting attacks with her straight sword while using her magical weapon in her other hand to launch attacks from tricky angles.

To be honest, she's not good at sparring. In real life, fighting demons is a life-or-death situation, and she doesn't show mercy. In the game, because she needs to practice different fighting styles, she'll objectively hold back in the early stages, but she still rarely spars.

However, the silver-haired girl already had a plan in mind: to take them by surprise and use the idea of ​​evenly matched strength as cover for now.

The two sides carved out trenches in the ground during their clash.

In fact, they tacitly refrained from using large-scale destructive capabilities, otherwise the entire Stormhill would have collapsed, and the resulting commotion would have been too great to handle.

In other words, it has become more valuable, with a pure contest of fighting skills determining the winner.

Both sides displayed their unparalleled skills, exchanging blows with incredible speed and intensity, their swords clashing and sparks flying – it was as if they were on fire. Their stamina was unfathomable; one side didn't resemble a mage, while the other was a monster among warriors, and so far, neither had even broken a sweat.

"Toret, don't worry."

Melina, watching from a distance, gently stroked the spirit horse's mane, though she was actually quite worried.

The Beast Armor is of extraordinary significance; its owner must possess the strength to become a king, ranking among the top in the entire border region, making him very difficult to deal with.

Although sparring would restrict her movements, Frilian wasn't good at it either.

And there is a concern:

If Bernal was the Faded One who caused his witch to throw herself into the burning tree but had no reaction, how would you explain all of this? What impact would this have on new Faded Ones who would eventually walk the path of burning trees...?

Just as Melina was pondering, the silver-haired girl suddenly released a shockwave, her combat technique Storm, and she suddenly switched styles, having always presented herself as a mage in combat.

It's easy to imagine Bernal's sudden retreat.

My battle-hardened intuition saved me at that moment; otherwise, I might have lost my balance.

clang!

Frillie lunged forward and used a deflecting motion, turning a passive move into an active one; it turns out this move can also be used for offensive purposes.

The powerful World-Devouring Scepter was thrown off balance and deflected. Even with Bernal's strength, he had to change his stance to recover. In a top-level clash, being even half a beat slower is enough to widen the gap.

The Franz swift swords followed in quick succession; one hand wielded a magic sword, the other a straight sword, their nimble movements resembling a dance, a sudden flash of cold light—

The sharp blades made cuts in the neck and chest of the armor, without transmitting any additional damage.

The next moment she had already stopped.

He took a few steps back and touched Bernal's damaged armor before he came to his senses. Then he laughed loudly: "That was great! It's been a long time since I've felt like this. Frilian, you won, so you can definitely inherit all my combat skills."

"I'm not particularly interested in warrior abilities, but I'll accept them if you're willing to give them to me."

"I'll talk about that later. Now it's my turn to keep my promise and tell you about my experience..."

He recounted the journey from the Alpine Plateau to the distant snow-capped mountains, an epic tale filled with hardships and dangers, yet also showcasing the vastness of the border region.

Frillie noticed that the narrator deliberately concealed the stories of specific individuals, mainly providing rough map information.

Yeah.

The idea of ​​exploring and reflecting on people and events is part of the immersive gaming experience. However, she is more interested in the numerous mazes and dungeons revealed in the snippets of information, and she wishes she could conquer a few of them.

Bernal did not intend to share the sad story of the witch's death.

It was filled with pain and regret; just mentioning it caused a piercing pain in my chest, and a betrayal of the Golden Law. My beloved is gone forever; all I see is ruin.

Upon hearing this, Melina breathed a slight sigh of relief, fearing what Frilian would think if she knew she would die for her mission one day. However, the next moment, Bernal's question made her heart tighten:

"Do you have your own witch?"

"The witch who was supposed to meet me at the King's Chapel is dead, and I buried her."

"What message did you leave behind?"

“Even though the guidance has been broken, please become the King of Elden.” Frilian said solemnly, as if reciting a proverb.

A simple sentence filled Bernal with emotion. It turned out that he was a faded person carrying the legacy of the deceased. This strength was not only for himself, but also for his companions, which is why he became a rare existence in the world.