Frilian at Elden Ring

This labyrinthine cave is also adjacent to the Sacrifice Bridge, which connects the Weeping Peninsula with the Nymgford region and is one of the world's most formidable natural barriers.

Therefore, noble armies must not tolerate any unstable elements, otherwise they will cut off the front and rear.

However, some people were even more enthusiastic than them. As soon as she heard about the existence of the labyrinth, Frilian excitedly sneaked in. From time to time, there were rumbling sounds accompanied by the aftershocks of magic, so it seemed to be going quite smoothly.

Commander-in-Chief Edgar ordered them to rest on the spot.

"According to the plan, we will take a break at Sacrifice Bridge and Storm Pass respectively, and then we must keep pushing all the way to Stoneville City until we conquer it."

"Sir, some wandering fading souls wish to join us. Shall we accept them?"

"Of course, Lady Frilian has already said she would accept them, and it would be good to establish connections with the Round Table Hall."

"As ordered."

While the mainstream voice does reject the "faded" group, their own side is different. After all, it is well known that the leaders are the new "faded" individuals, which naturally attracts people from the same background, and they hope to join this trend.

Despite being relegated to the margins of society, these individuals who have faded from the limelight are actually quite numerous, and their diverse backgrounds make them a force to be reckoned with.

Many of them come from outside the border area and each has their own unique skills.

When Edgar actually started recruiting them, he discovered that they were never scarce, because the goddess Marika had been summoning them for many years and they had grown to a considerable size, enough to supplement this army and complement each other perfectly.

Some of them are even well-known, such as Roger, Neferri, and D.

They had just arrived, and D claimed they had met once before.

"...Our lord welcomes all those who have faded away, but she is currently exploring the labyrinth and may need some time to arrive. You will have to wait a while to see her again."

"It's ok."

Another envoy warned, "Many people are watching how your army reached 20,000 men. Be careful."

"It's not a secret. You've probably all heard of soul magic, so you're probably quite interested, right?"

Edgar gave the other person a deep look, and then they both went about their work.

It's already difficult enough for a desolate border region to muster a large army, let alone a weak place like the Sobbing Peninsula, to actually pull out 20000 fully armed troops. That's astonishing.

Many people are curious about how it was done.

In reality, Edgar was surprised, but the reliable military force was not weak, since there were only 12000 noble soldiers with true human bodies.

The remaining 8000 were basically pieced together from various sources, including dragons and slave hybrids.

They're fine to rely on in a favorable situation, but they'll definitely be shaken if things go wrong. A portion of the forces must be diverted to keep an eye on them, so their army doesn't seem that strong to outsiders.

boom!

Suddenly, a burst of dust erupted from the underground cemetery exit, and a figure with silver twin ponytails strode out.

I have obtained the ashes of the [Demi-human Cluster].

[The ashes that house the soul]

[Able to summon the souls of 5 demi-humans]

[A petite figure with a ferocious personality and a demi-human soul]

[Seems to possess some wisdom]

[It has the habit of becoming more excited and fighting more fiercely after nightfall.]

It was all done effortlessly; a single sweep yielded a full 5 combat units, which was good news for Freyland, whose forces were stretched thin. The Ash Legion now officially had 19 units.

By the standards of knights, it is considered a squad. The key is that it is immortal and can be reused. With its own enhancement, it can serve as a surprise attack force.

She looked around and saw that another part of the army had come from the east of Nymgf and was gathering there.

The number of people was over 10,000, which was boundless, not to mention the more than 20,000 troops spread across both sides of the strait. Fortunately, Edgar was there to handle it, otherwise he would have lacked relevant experience on his own.

“It’s been a while, Mr. D.”

"Long time no see. Actually, we are here on behalf of the Round Table Hall to greet you, after all, you are currently a hot contender for the new Fragment King..."

While offering polite compliments, he also introduced his good friends, the magician Roger and the warrior Neferi. The group chatted amiably and exchanged news about the Round Table Hall: the organization's elder, Sir Hundred Wisdom, expressed his willingness to welcome them at any time.

One of the founders of the roundtable extended a warm invitation, full of praise.

Sir Hundred Wisdom?

Frillie immediately thought of one of the important figures introduced at the beginning. Could he possess the strength of a demigod? Or at least have an influence comparable to him?

However, she didn't have time to go to the Grand Blessing Ceremony for the time being, so she could only chat for now.

The Faded Ones do not intend to recruit others immediately. Overall, they are grateful to their colleagues who occupy one side for providing protection, which has made it much easier for many of their fellow Faded Ones to operate on the Sobbing Peninsula.

Roger laughed and said, "If I hadn't heard that you were going to attack the city, I probably would have infiltrated to investigate first. Now that's perfect, let's investigate Stoneville City together."

"What's so special about it?"

"The information is uncertain. It's said to be related to the underground of the castle. We'll discuss it in more detail once we have any findings."

Even so, Frilian remembered this. Speaking of fortress exploration, the Farron Undead Legion was indispensable, so she decided to have him keep an eye on things. A full-scale siege wouldn't be necessary; it was better to disperse and protect the lower-ranking troops.

"By the way, judging from the introduction just now... could Miss Neferi be a descendant of the Storm King's bloodline?"

"Please don't misunderstand, I don't actually have any deep connection with him."

“I’d love to hear stories from the past.”

"Of course you can. Also, don't worry about whether it's orthodox or not. A powerful warrior once said: Strength is the reason to be king."

Normally, the Storm King's bloodline might have tempted the nobles, but now that they have already pledged allegiance to Frilian, it's irrelevant.

The most important thing is strength.

Even if Neferi truly possessed strong credentials, she couldn't protect them; she couldn't provide the same sense of security as Frilian. Besides, she didn't just represent herself; she also had a whole team of assassins, the Farron Undead Legion, and the ancient heroes of Samir.

Ultimately, the Faded Ones' demise of the Demon Sword was the only bet that had been possible for many years.

"Speaking of which, how did you heal the zombies with your soul magic?" Roger finally asked, finding it hard to suppress his curiosity when it came to magic.

"It's just a kind of magic that can affect the soul. Don't worry, I'll spread it after it's finished."

"Aren't you afraid the enemy will use it to create more normal soldiers?"

"What I want is a prosperous world; there is no point in killing each other in ruins."

Capitalize on the enemy?

Frilian had anticipated this. The soul magic she would use on her own army would be the best option, and besides, knowledge should be shared, and spreading knowledge is the way to give it life.

She believed that a land teeming with talent would have people to supplement the magic system, so why not?

The audience was stunned; it was clear that Frillie was serious, and her level of thinking truly deserved to be called a kingly demeanor.

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Chapter 61 Night Cavalry Encounter

"In short, I will continue to study soul magic, and I would not mind teaching any of you if you want to learn it."

Frillie's generous words left everyone looking at each other in disbelief.

really?

Regardless of whether it's just polite talk or not, the fact that they're willing to say this already puts them ahead of many others. After all, world-renowned magic academies are actually quite closed off, with academic factions and power struggles resembling those of noble families. Those who are arrogant and condescending are unlikely to speak to you politely.

Upon hearing this, they became less confident. After all, how difficult was the soul magic that had never been seen before in the borderlands? It was immeasurable, and many people's intelligence attributes did not even meet the requirements.

"I'm sorry, sir, my intelligence attribute is not high enough. This kind of thing is not for me."

"We do have battlefield mages, but they are too rudimentary."

Not everyone can just randomly allocate points to runes like the Faded One; often, innate attributes determine what suits you best.

Even those who have faded are not like Frilian, who can reap runes and strengthen herself on a large scale. For her, the basic conditions are worlds apart from those of many others, making her an unattainable figure.

"It's alright, I'll try to improve and simplify it. Magic is just a skill, and the barrier to entry should be lowered."

Frillie didn't delve further into the topic of soul magic.

From an academic perspective, it's still a long way from completion, and anything we say now would be mere wishful thinking, lacking rigor. Therefore, we'll stop here and not go into too much detail. She needs to absorb more systematic local knowledge, ideally with the assistance of a powerful rune.

The crowd gradually dispersed to continue their own business.

But that didn't stop the magician Roger from stepping forward with an expression of admiration and saying:

"Your philosophy is admirable. I also have some knowledge of death-related magic. Would you be willing to exchange ideas?"

"of course can."

They discussed the basic magical structures of the border region and some hypotheses, topics, legendary magic, etc. Both sides benefited greatly.

Upon arriving in the new game world, Frilian eagerly absorbed different knowledge, gaining a fuller understanding of various abilities. Her experience and talents were no longer constrained by the world, marking a significant step forward.

To say something is not perfect in the eyes of others is too modest.

After all, she made no attempt to hide the fact that she healed the zombies she encountered along the way and incorporated them into her team on the spot.