Frilian at Elden Ring

Frillie raised an eyebrow. Since she was already here, and offered a level of freedom comparable to reality, she couldn't just ignore it; she had to use her abilities to prevent it. Especially since the culprit behind it all was quite peculiar…

“Miss Elena, are you aware that you are being targeted? In fact, you have the qualities that the Madfire forces have their eye on.”

"Perhaps. You are very accurate. I have an affinity for it, as if I will be summoned to it one day."

Suddenly she tilted her head and vaguely sensed the spirit appearing.

Upon hearing the news about the Mad Fire, Melina couldn't sit still any longer and appeared to warn, "You must be careful, Frilian, it is an absolutely forbidden power."

"So what suggestions do you have?"

"The Madfire Cultists may be mysterious, but they are not known for their direct combat prowess. They will give up their ideas as long as they have someone to protect them. So keep Elena with you for a while and don't let the world have another Madfire Witch."

Otherwise, she might choose the King of Mad Fire in the future—a thought Melina kept buried deep in her heart.

Although I don't quite understand the selection criteria, I can deduce a thing or two from the connections. Why should it be Elena who appears in front of me?

Who will be king?

Even if a weak king is burned, it will be useless; a powerful one is enough to destroy the world. The suitable one is far away but right before our eyes. If Frilian is bewitched and embraces the mad fire, there will surely be widespread destruction.

She believed that the Mad Fire Cultists were not strong enough, but she would never underestimate their ability to conceal, bewitch, and incite, given the precedent of the quasi-King Vic; they liked to seek out the faded to receive their blessings.

"Since that's the case, we can only take Elena with us. With you there, we should be able to persuade Lord Edgar more effectively."

Frilian nodded to Melina and looked at the blindfolded woman.

"The only question is, are you afraid to go back to the city?"

"I'm not afraid. I'm willing to do anything to save my father."

The silver-haired girl helped her mount the spirit horse, while she herself held it in her arms and took the reins, protecting it as much as possible. Thanks to their small stature, Toret didn't have much of a burden.

Elena said shyly, "Actually, I can sit in the back too."

"No, I mean the seat behind me will always belong to one person, and she will support my back."

"She's so lucky."

However, Melina didn't feel lucky; on the contrary, she was even more worried. If the day came when she had to sacrifice her life to burn the trees, would the Faded Ones want to do it for her?

The group, each with their own agendas, set off again. The team that witnessed the entire event remained silent, feeling that having the city lord's daughter on their side increased their chances of victory.

During the journey, Elena further described the rebellion in Moen City.

The captain, unable to hide his joy, replied, "Actually, it doesn't matter how Edgar chooses anymore. He failed because he lost Moen City and caused a lot of losses. According to the rules, Grek will also be punished, so the city lord has no way out."

Of course, it was precisely because of this that he remained steadfast in his loyalty and righteousness, but unfortunately he followed the wrong person.

If only Stoneville had come to our aid sooner. Although there are various reasons for the delay, war is judged by its outcome.

Both nobles and soldiers once thought that Grek was good to his subordinates, but as time went on, the increasing number of limbs seemed to affect his mind and make him paranoid.

he's changed.

Or rather, revealing his true nature, those who escaped the royal city disguised as women are just like that—impatient with their slow progress and mediocre talent. The expectation of rebuilding the Golden Dynasty torments Grek, and he torments everyone else in turn.

However, the team didn't have time to think too much, because after walking several kilometers along the main road, they smelled blood ahead.

A mountain of corpses was piled up, and ugly hybrids stood on it, gnawing on it, their faces covered in blood.

Then they looked at the uninvited guests.

Chapter 43: A Heavy Blow to the Hybrids

Around a hundred mixed-race individuals roamed the area around the blessing point in front of Moen City, their presence tinged with the stench of blood and corpses.

Even if many soldiers and civilians have already died, they will still swing their butcher knives and chop them up for pleasure, accompanied by a hoarse laugh.

somebody is coming!

The new prey was unusual. Looking around, there were about three hundred fully armed elites, led by a silver-haired girl. Her face was cold and her eyes were gleaming. Then she shook the bell in her hand.

A total of 13 veteran combat units appeared on the spot.

They are sufficient to serve as the first line of defense, and their resilience can hold the line.

"Lady Frilian, please let us fight together. We will leave this place to the warriors of eastern Nymgford."

The captain looked at her, and she nodded. Indeed, the Black Knife Assassins and the Farron Undead Legion had taken on all the tough strongholds along the way, and it was time for these main soldiers to step up.

"Victory is offered to you—"

Three hundred soldiers charged forward on the bugle, their morale soaring, their battle cries deafening. Enraged by the slaughter of their comrades, they were determined that not a single bastard would survive.

Fully armed, they swept in like a wall, filling the air with awe.

The monsters were about to fight back when they discovered that the Ashes were moving even faster. With Frilian's enhancement, they charged into the hybrid group, causing chaos and disrupting their rhythm.

Boom!

The low-level ash can only execute the command to charge recklessly, but that's enough. For targets that don't pay much attention to formation and just cluster together, a single charge will break through and scatter them.

Comparison of organizational skills is where humans excel.

The mixed-race men, thrown into disarray, were immediately confronted by a tall, armored man who swiftly brought down his blade.

In the first wave of the charge, several mixed-race soldiers were decapitated, killed with a single blow. This shows that their weapons, skills, and strength were all superb. On the battlefield, decapitation with a single strike is always a highly technical skill.

They continued forward, cutting off its wings, slitting its throat, and chopping off its hands and feet!

Bloodshed paves a path of revenge; each strike of swords and shadows is a tribute to the souls of the dead.

The hybrids are in defeat.

From the very beginning, the monsters were massacring and killing each other. They only managed to defeat the defenders of Moen City through a sneak attack. They were no match for the elite regular army.

A mere hundred or so mixed-race soldiers were surrounded during the charge.

The noble soldiers raised their shields in a circular formation, firmly blocking the enemy's frantic and chaotic clawing attacks. They then switched to long-handled weapons, repeatedly thrusting and stabbing at the enemy through the gaps between the shields.

There's no need to penetrate; that would make the weapon easily get stuck in the bone. Just let the spear cut the wound.

Bleeding flow.

The elite human warriors employed a steady fighting style, coupled with the enhanced bone ash providing support from the sidelines, completely suppressing the enemy.

"...I don't know much about military matters, Auro, what do you think of their training level?"

"Lady Frilian, in terms of training and organization, these noble soldiers are indeed quite good. Their equipment is slightly inferior, but this can be solved by changing the supply. The lack of basic attributes is a problem, which means that they are good at defense but not good at offense."

How effective is it in siege warfare?

"Attacking Moen City is barely feasible, but it would be impossible for Stoneville. That kind of world-class fortress is enough to hold out against demigods, provided that the garrison is strong enough."

A tall and magnificent fortress can provide a lot of help to the defenders. For example, King Blessed used the Royal City of Rodel to block the royal coalition forces.

Even so many demigods in the past failed to conquer the heart of the Golden Dynasty.

The Black Knife Assassin added, "Stoneville City will definitely be tough to conquer, but it shouldn't be as bad as the Royal City, considering it has a history of being conquered by the First King and the Valkyrie. Of course, we don't have any Forge Knights or Corruption Knights under our command."

"It's ok."

Frilian glanced at the Farron Immortals, who silently nodded.

No matter the fortress, Lord Cinder will fulfill his promise and charge into battle, pouring his heart and soul into his new mission.

If the borderlands were allowed to remain in despair, they would sooner or later become a breeding ground for the power of the abyss. Therefore, the Undead Legion chose to enthrone the King of Elden, bringing a period of prosperity to this land.

"With this gentleman here, there shouldn't be any problem with the strong. In addition, we need a large number of basic troops, especially porters like mountain demons."

"Could it be that Oro witnessed a siege?"

"Yes, after escaping from Rodel, I was seriously injured and had to recuperate in the surrounding area. Soon after, the War of the Fragments broke out, and I was fortunate enough to witness the massive war waged by the demigods."

That magnificent sight will never be forgotten; it was a super gamble that staked out the entire essence of the former border region.

The heaven and earth were eclipsed.

"The grassroots troops can only be collected little by little."

"Actually, dragon sacrifice rituals were quite common in the former Storm King's territory. People used dragon flesh and blood to gain power, especially to make ordinary soldiers stronger. You can collect resources in this area later."

Irene was secretly alarmed as she listened to the above conversation. So you are openly discussing overthrowing Greik's rule?

Moreover, the nobles in eastern Ningmgfu have already placed a heavy bet.

Pretending not to hear might not make things better, so she spoke cautiously:

"The Sobbing Peninsula was the least affected because it was the furthest from the outbreak of war. It has great potential for manpower, some of which are wyverns that get along well with humans, and there are even dragon eaters... If you can win them over, they will definitely be an asset."

Irena's statement was also a plea for mercy, fearing that this powerful faded one would wipe out the entire organization, since the other party tightly controlled the monopoly of high-end combat power.

In other words, with half of Nymgfu and the basic forces of the Sobbing Peninsula, they could truly challenge the weakest demigod.

Frillie remembered the advice, and sure enough, the methods for becoming stronger in the borderlands were varied and diverse.

However, the Dragon Offering Ceremony must come at a price; in keeping with the usual Souls-themed style, something was probably offered up.

She continued to observe the battle situation, which became increasingly clear: the noble soldiers were relentlessly pursuing their target, and the mixed-race troops were collapsing under such an offensive, suffering more and more casualties.

It's reached a critical point.

The monsters began to beg for mercy, or knelt down with their hands raised, but the humans had no intention of sparing these executioners. They annihilated the demoralized enemy without leaving a single survivor.

A moment later, the captain sheathed his sword and bowed to Frillie:

"My lord, I have not failed in my mission."

“Well done. The spoils are all sorted out and I only need to choose first. The rest are all yours.”

The silver-haired girl immediately set aside some runes; if she ran out, she could collect more. The key was motivation.

Establishing rules was necessary; since she had more war supplies than she could use and didn't care, rewarding her subordinates was the perfect solution. Sure enough, the soldiers' eyes lit up upon hearing this promise, and their faces showed gratitude.

In most cases, the nobles will take all the spoils, and you can forget about getting a share.

This lord has proposed a historic distribution of rewards and honors, a completely different style. They've chosen the right person to follow; their future will likely be filled with wealth and glory.

Chapter 44 Discovery of the Mad Fire (Please continue reading)

Seeing the soldiers' excited expressions, Frilian couldn't help but wonder, wasn't it only right to distribute the spoils of war?

Right.