Frilian at Elden Ring

Even the most severely injured targets can be roused to a sliver of consciousness to perform simple tasks, greatly relieving logistical pressure. Odd jobs can be handed over to severely injured zombies without any problem, making them quite usable.

The Southern Army's secrets were laid bare before the eyes of numerous powerful forces.

Very straightforward.

It is also kept highly secret, because ultimately only Frilian can use it, and no one else knows about it; it is truly a unique piece of knowledge. Although the author claims that it is not yet complete, based on the current achievements, he can be considered a master who has established a new school of thought.

"It won't be long before your magical skills become famous far and wide."

While congratulating him, Roger also reminded him, "Of course, this is on the premise of victory."

"Yes, I believe the Great Rune will speed up the completion of my magic."

"It is said that different people will have slightly different effects when they obtain the same magic ring fragment. For example, Grek is good at limb repair, or more accurately, it enhances the user's own strength, right? I look forward to your great rune power."

"Can I interpret this as: the process of accommodating the Elden Ring will become increasingly powerful?"

"Completely correct."

"Truly worthy of being called the most precious treasure in the world."

"To unleash its full power, the deity must contain the magic ring and then enforce the law. If such a deity then blesses the king, he will become even more invincible, and that will be the strongest power."

Roger was thrilled; if his fellow Faded Ones could make it all the way to the throne, perhaps he would witness a legend.

Frillie wasn't in a hurry for the distant future; her immediate priority was marching.

While the faded ones were exchanging ideas, the army gathered at both ends of the bridge to offer sacrifices. With constant reinforcements along the way, the army eventually reached a size of 22000, forming a vast and continuous force.

Edgar reported: "Lady Frilian, I believe that the current number is the limit of the organization, and further expansion will not be able to control the non-human soldiers."

"can."

"Can this few people besiege a city?"

Kenneth looked doubtful.

"The difficulty of Stoneville lies in its location on high ground and cliffs, with only one wall suitable for a large-scale siege. Therefore, our tactics have to be to launch continuous attacks in batches and concentrate our efforts on attacking a single point."

"I trust your judgment. Let's proceed step by step. If necessary, I will open a path."

Because she had carefully observed the First Fortress of Nymgford, Frilian understood that Edgar's decision was correct.

Only one positive aspect remained in the target.

Moreover, the city walls are very thick and difficult to break through. The unpredictable battlefield does not allow you to openly charge up your attack for half a day within range to breach the city. It is more suitable to charge in through the main gate.

Even knowing that it is heavily guarded inside, there is still only one option.

The significance of a fortress is never to block every corner, but to force the enemy to take a certain route, and to decide the outcome on the defender's advantageous route. This kind of open strategy is the most difficult to break.

Many people will suffer losses, but for some, it's a great opportunity to shine, and they're eager to make their move.

The creatures in the border region, having endured years of torment, have long since disregarded life and death, knowing they will all return to the tree in the cycle of reincarnation anyway; the important thing is to die in a worthy place.

After the assembly was completed, the army officially set off.

It's getting late.

But the army advanced tirelessly, and the night did not hinder their progress in the slightest. Some wild beasts or monsters avoided the main direction of the army's march.

They could neither conceal nor hide their marching movements; this display of force was tantamount to a declaration of war against the fragmented monarch.

They didn't necessarily have any deep-seated hatred or grudge against Greck; it was simply that following Frilian offered a better future and was the prevailing trend, nothing more.

Soul magic is crucial; it's more effective than any reward. Everyone wants just one healing spell.

Even if they died in the Southern Army, the chances of their souls going wrong when returning to the Tree of Life could be avoided after experiencing healing magic. This was extremely rare in the current era, so they might as well give it their all and make a big splash. Thinking of this, they became even more excited.

"Long live Frilian! You are the ruler of the Weeping Peninsula."

"Must win!"

"The southern border region will be restored and unified under the great Soul King."

The troops were even more enthusiastic than I was, experiencing a thrilling feeling of finally being able to fight after holding back for so long. Their morale was high, and their marching speed was even faster than I had imagined.

Moreover, they knew that their side was full of experts, such as the Black Knife Assassin and the ancient hero Samir, needless to say. With the protection of the Farron Undead Legion, they were comparable to a powerful force during the Fragment Wars.

At the same time, the silver-haired girl raised her staff, enhanced the magic, and with a series of crisp bell sounds, the ash warriors emerged.

The improved soul magic and enhancements made them appear even more powerful and youthful, forming a veritable personal guard around Frillien.

Though lacking in skill, they exuded an imposing aura.

Since everyone was willing to cheer, she responded in kind, and sure enough, the shouts were even louder. Over time, the Legion of Bones had become one of her signature abilities, like a banner.

Even those who had heard about it beforehand widened their eyes in surprise.

Really?

I thought it was just boastful propaganda, but seeing is believing. It turns out that ashes can be summoned in multiples? And summoning them is one thing, but summoning an entire squad.

Judging from Frilian's relaxed demeanor, the only limit is different kinds of ashes rather than a burden.

He truly deserves to be called the pioneer of soul magic.

This display of strength is at least at the level of a top-tier hero, enough to start a war. As a result, many people's judgment on the Battle of Stoneville became blurred, and it was difficult to predict who would win or lose. In any case, the stagnant border area would become lively.

on the hill.

Two Night Riders on the other side also observed this, as did the magical senses that were constantly scanning the surroundings.

They were the elite troops led by the evil omen demon, regarded as death gods by countless warriors, knights and heroes, and had made great achievements. How could they sense a threat to their lives from so far away?

This is very bad; everyone misjudged the strength from the very beginning!

Someone whispered, "Look closely, aren't those long, pointed ears a characteristic of subhumans?"

"Yes, although she's not quite a hybrid monster, she's at least a hybrid... It's disgusting. I can't imagine any normal human being being able to combine demi-human bloodline characteristics. This should be publicized so people know how despicable Frilian is."

"I advise you not to. After all, some ominous children have been released into the royal city, haven't they? They're even worse than the Biya people. It would be embarrassing to publicize them so much."

The soldiers looked at each other and then fell silent.

"We must report the situation here to Lord Markitt; the enemy is very strong."

"Be careful--"

Just as his teammate spoke up to warn him, a dazzling magical force rose into the sky, its powerful energy illuminating an area of ​​several kilometers in radius.

Thus, the small reconnaissance squad led by the two Night Riders was exposed to the army, and thus exposed to Frilian's perception, as the silver-haired girl's pair of emerald eyes swept over them.

The two sides spotted each other, and the previously noisy army suddenly fell into a deathly silence, forming ranks and tens of thousands of menacing eyes locking onto their target.

The next moment she raised her staff and gathered a large piece of Radiant Stone Magic Shard.

No, we must evacuate immediately.

Oops!

Even with the strength of the Night Riders, they could tell at a glance that Frilian was no match for them and they had to report the news quickly, but it was too late.

The next moment, a huge radiant stone fragment flew over, and with a loud bang, the fragments flew everywhere.

The strategy of "shoot the horse before the rider" was not a miss; the key was that the shockwave from the impact threw the warhorse into a disoriented state, making the mount that was chasing various targets a hindrance.

The Night Warriors had lost their once-proud mobility, and the accompanying elite troops quickly formed a wall to try and buy time for their two commanders.

See? Your horse is no match for mine.

Frillie, with a smug look on her face, spurred her horse to close the distance.

Recovering from their shock, the Southern soldiers immediately drew their bows and unleashed a hail of arrows upon their targets.

We will never let them go.

They all knew the formidable reputation of the Night Cavalry. Under the command of the Evil Omen Demon, they had once caused rivers of blood to flow among heroes and hunted down countless powerful figures. Representing the will of the Asian Plateau, they could still send troops to all directions and were not to be underestimated.

If these guys go back and report, it might attract the attention of Malkit and cause trouble, so they might as well stay here today.

Unfortunately, even without their warhorses, they were still very fast and missed their target.

Arrows are hard to reach in the first place, let alone when the opponent is running.

The gap between ordinary soldiers and top-tier mages is too vast. At this moment, only Frilian, riding her spirit horse, quickly rushed forward, facing the Night Cavalry and their auxiliary squads alone. The battle was about to break out.

Perfume bottle!

Suddenly, a cloud of powder rose in front of her, slowing down even her magical perception. A large amount of smoke also obscured the other person's form, making it impossible to hear anything...

Out of her usual caution, Frillie immediately stopped, lest there be any hidden schemes.

Of course, she kept casting spells.

The pyroxene arc swept across all directions, killing several slow-moving soldiers, but the Night Riders fled along different routes, and the powder from the perfume bottle continued to interfere with the traces left behind.

Melina explained, "That's the power of a perfumer, not known for its direct combat abilities; just be careful of sneak attacks."

"learn."

“Actually, you could have forced a pursuit just now, but caution is your style, so be it. Look, the magical aura hasn’t disappeared yet, trust in Torret’s speed.”

As a witch, she naturally knew that the Faded One would choose to pursue him.

This is the first time we've encountered a team belonging to the royal city's forces, so we have to test our skills.

A fast horseman gave chase.

The main force in the rear also quickened its pace. In any case, the appearance of the Night Cavalry meant that they were being watched. If the enemy intercepted and harassed them along the way, it would be very troublesome. They had to arrive as soon as possible.

As for the superior who chased after the demon sword alone, there's no need to worry. With the power to destroy the demon sword, even the hero assassins are no match for him.

The area around Nymgford is vast, and you can find your target without much effort.

Frillie saw a figure in black armor ahead. Seeing that there was no way to escape, the figure stopped on the spot and assumed a fighting stance.

Pyroxene magic gravel!

As she launched a probing attack, she dismounted, and the demonic pebbles were shattered to pieces.

"How many people of your caliber are there in the royal city?"

“We have nothing to say to the Faded Ones. You are destined to become enemies of the Golden Tree. You have no regard for the law and dare to provoke the entire Golden Dynasty if left unchecked.”

The Night Riders seemed quite annoyed and very dissatisfied with Frilian's heinous crimes, and they were very aggressive.

He brandished his flail, the chains rattling and clanking, and his aura surged. He charged forward in a flash. Quick and stealthy, faster than the wind, he attacked from a blind spot—