Frilian at Elden Ring

The more challenges they face the Golden Tree, the more they appreciate the accumulated strength over the years. For example, the swift mobilization of the Night Cavalry and the harassment from the Storm Eagles would have been disastrous if not for the sheer number of powerful warriors, which would have surely led to the collapse of the entire army.

Fortunately, they fought a counterattack and won, and the enemy's corpses became the driving force of the Southern Army's spirit of enterprise.

late at night.

Frilian summoned all the high-ranking officials and drew up a detailed map of the Storm level, which also included Melina's work, recreating the terrain as accurately as possible.

"This is how I attacked last time. Just for reference. Be careful of ambush points."

Edgar nodded in approval: "It's enough. It's very detailed. There aren't many places to deploy defenses based on the terrain, and it's hard to make any major changes. Let's take it and use it as the vanguard of our attack."

Everyone responded in unison, their opinions were in agreement.

Stormhill is not suitable for a large army to stay for a long time, so the pass is the only option, namely the gateway to Stoneville.

It is conceivable that Greck would deploy a large force to guard the strategic location.

It will be a fierce battle.

Withdraw from the area in front of the checkpoint.

When the local garrison received this order, they were puzzled and looked at each other blankly, wondering what it meant.

The officer added, "Everyone leave the plains outpost and get inside the Storm Pass bunker. Leave no supplies outside. Begin burning and destroying them immediately."

"The enemy has 20,000 men and has already annihilated all the blocking squads. So it's our turn to fight a tough battle. Move out immediately."

"Yes!"

Everyone was inevitably a little nervous, and many people were sweating profusely.

Has the Demon Sword Freylian really returned? Are we going to have to fight the Storm Gate again? Is it really necessary to be so ruthless? Last time, the garrison was completely wiped out, and the place looked devastated from afar.

The new Faded Ones arrived in a short time, but their reputation was formidable, and now even the Night Riders have been defeated.

Those hero assassins directly under the Blessed King all failed, how can he hold on?

"No whispering allowed. Work hard, build fortifications. Everyone stay alert and don't miss any signs of trouble."

The officer rode his horse and looked around.

Anyone who shows signs of slacking off or fear will be immediately whipped, or simply hung high in the air as a warning. What if they're afraid of the enemy? It's simple: make them fear me more than the faded ones; that's how you gain control.

But the true commanders understood that this was nothing more than a delaying tactic; their main purpose now was to cover the march.

The large conscripted troops from western Nymgford passed through this area before entering Stoneville; they served only one purpose:

Reserve team.

Defending a city requires a large manpower base, especially since the long city walls need to be well-guarded at every point. A small number of elite knights alone won't suffice; a large number of support units must be found, which will inevitably create resistance.

"I don't want to die! I absolutely don't want to go to the Stoneville defenses!"

"I'm so tired, I need to rest for a while, please."

"We can't hold on like this..."

They will show no mercy to those who undermine morale; depending on the circumstances, they will execute those who deserve it or teach them a lesson, leaving no room for discord.

The terrifying and oppressive environment forced these conscripted troops to continuously pass through the Storm Pass.

Their mission was to guard the high walls of Stoneville, which many recruiting officers actually considered a good thing. The walls were high and the terrain was treacherous, ensuring their safety. They were envious.

With their siege equipment of such a low standard, the rebels had no chance of breaching the strongest fortress in the south; the only result would be a prolonged siege and eventual retreat.

Apart from the first king, Govre, and the Valkyrie Malenia, no one has been able to breach the Stoneville Fortress to this day.

"Urgent report from the front!"

Suddenly, a fast horse appeared, accompanied by a messenger's shouts: "We are about to engage the enemy! All units, prepare to withdraw to the pass and prepare for battle!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked. So fast? You intercepted my ass!

No matter how angry they were inside, everyone sprang into action, frantically pushing their way into the checkpoint. Fortunately, the area was reinforced with multiple layers of fortifications and temporary strongholds; otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to accommodate the army.

On the other side, on the slope of Storm Hill.

Upon hearing the news, Bernal quietly concealed his presence and lay in wait. He often came to the surrounding area to communicate with the Faded Ones, so of course he wouldn't miss today's big commotion.

No one could have imagined that the newcomer, Faded One, whom they had only met once, would suddenly gather a massive army to attack Stoneville City. The battle skills exchange in the hut back then seemed unreal, as if it were a lifetime ago.

Therefore, after receiving the intelligence, Bernal roughly estimated the marching time and came to observe.

"With these city walls, it should be very difficult to breach, and the seal on the Forge Knights had been broken when I arrived, so there are quite a few strong warriors here..."

"And there's still Markit's scent?"

He looked out over the inner side of Stoneville, where there was a powerful, undeniable reaction on the main road.

What kind of military force could subdue a world-class fortress that has been reinforced multiple times? The current border region cannot muster enough troops for the Golden Conquest; the military force from the Fragment Wars era is now history.

Bernal was actually not optimistic about this reckless siege.

However, considering Frilian's previous behavior, I felt that I shouldn't jump to conclusions. She was not someone who could be judged by common sense, and she might create miracles, which is why I made a point of observing her.

boom!

The flare was launched.

The scouts in the distance gave their final warning, fulfilling their duty, and were about to besiege the city; a dark, overwhelming tide appeared on the horizon.

The view was even clearer from Storm Hill, where countless shadows flew in from the horizon, including winged hybrids, storm eagles, and wyverns. Their numbers were considerable, perhaps representing the entire wyvern population of the Lake Aquil area.

Air units mean they can pose a threat to high walls, which means to be wary of them.

However, they are not interested in the Storm Pass and have no reason to take action; their main force is on the ground.

Leading the group was a silver-haired girl with her signature pointed ears.

As a precaution, Frilian wore dancer's armor to protect her body and arms, with the hem still the Stargazer's Long Armor, changing her travel style and making her look even more heroic and extraordinary.

Suddenly her eyes lit up as she looked into the distance. A familiar aura? Unfortunately, her gaze couldn't pass over the heightened storm barrier.

"How perceptive!"

Bernal, with his keen insight, naturally noticed that Frillie was also sensing something, but soon the Storm Gate opened fire with long-range crossbow bolts, disregarding everything else once the battle began, creating quite a lively scene.

The Southern Army was larger than expected.

How did the war-weary peninsula east of Garimgford manage to muster more than ten thousand troops? It wasn't the listless conscripts, but truly capable soldiers.

Based on this, they also gathered a large number of undead, dragons, hybrids, demi-humans, mountain demons, and dragon eaters.

In terms of the complexity of its racial composition alone, it is comparable to the army of a monarch in the past.

They rallied under Frilian's banner and fought for her, and she had yet to control the fragments of the Elden Ring, a marvel in the current borderlands, conquering countless loyal followers with sheer power and charisma.

hum!

The opening scene featured a massive field magic attack, and it was a rare healing type... no, even the zombie targets showed signs of excitement.

"The rumors about soul magic are true!"

Bernal had no choice but to believe it. Seeing is believing, especially with his extensive knowledge and insight, he instantly realized that this was a unique school of thought that had never appeared before. It was most likely created by Frilian on her own, and its effects were remarkable, defying common sense.

The Battle of Kalia, led by the then-heroic Radagan, proved just how valuable a top-tier mage truly is. One man can command an entire army.

At this moment, a series of support magic spells from Frilian were sustaining the Southern Army.

They had never felt so grounded, their blood was boiling, they had boundless energy, and they were filled with excitement.

At the same time, the ashes were summoned one by one by the ringing bell, and stood up from the ground, a total of 19 people, enough to block the gate.

"charge!"

Frilian commanded the Legion of Bones to surge forward as the vanguard, with Ruthel leading the charge as she smashed the barricades to pieces.

The menacing scene startled the Grik soldiers, who immediately launched an attack.

hum!

The enhancement magic is applied simultaneously, providing a double boost to both the soul and the puppet. Thanks to her continuous research, the Ashes are strong enough to fight even in the absence of a spirit trainer.

"Why are they so hard? I can't break through their armor. Quickly, bring out heavier weapons."

"We need to build another simple defensive line."

The ashes had smashed through the roadblocks set up in front of the checkpoint, sending wood chips flying and shockwaves sending some people flying. Amidst the chaos, gaps quickly appeared in the formation.

Although the Grik soldiers had to abandon their defenses here, the shock effect of the ashes dismantling the fortifications in the middle of the road was still terrifying, especially considering that they were still shooting arrows and charging forward despite the barrage of attacks.

Archery is actually inefficient.

The ashes possess a certain degree of immortality, and coupled with Frilian's enhancements, they offer high defense against ranged arrows.

The defenders were aware of this and quickly used stones in an attempt to win by sheer mass, but they were deflected by Ruthel's shield, which made the defense impenetrable.

The Southern Army's first boulder flew up the Storm Pass city wall, tracing a beautiful parabola.

boom!

The shockwave, carrying debris, exploded in all directions, creating a dizzying, disorienting frenzy. Caught off guard, many of the Grik soldiers collapsed. This attack killed several defenders, forcing the rest to take cover behind fortifications.

At the same time, the ashes were removed from the most obstructive roadblocks.

The Southern army immediately cheered, and then the army set off to further shorten the distance.

Only then did the survivors on the city wall dare to peek out, only to see the mountain demons pulling huge catapults, carrying one piece of ammunition after another up, and then suddenly starting them.

The stone came hurtling towards the front wall.

Its sturdiness was enough to hold for several days, but no one could guarantee the gate's survival under the battering rams. At this moment, they already felt their feet tremble, the foundation was unstable, and their hearts pounded with anxiety...

"Hold on and hold on."

"Don't worry, we're not asking you to hold out to the death. We need to cover the entry of more troops into Stoneville and then withdraw."

"The terrain there is the real battleground; now we need to solidify our defenses."

The commander's words finally gave everyone a bit of courage, allowing them to regain their footing. Whether the war would end soon depended entirely on how long they could hold out. Their side still represented pre-war morale, and the consequences of collapsing would be unimaginable.

"Bring out the ballistae, and we'll fight back."

Several strong soldiers laboriously pushed over heavy ballistae, lowering the angle as much as possible, aiming at the invading enemy and firing fiercely; each one was enough to penetrate the city wall.

At this moment, the two sides engaged in a long-range tug-of-war, launching attacks at each other with constant whooshing sounds and occasional plumes of dust.

Some Southern troops who charged too far ahead were forced to retreat after being bombarded by enemy fire. Clearly, it was not the time to attack the city wall itself. They had to remain calm, or they would suffer even greater losses.