Frilian at Elden Ring

They didn't even have time to look around, as their work was already quite troublesome.

Under the commander's orders, large numbers of Grik soldiers, Kadan mercenaries, exile soldiers, and undead continuously reinforced the tunnel, clearly intending to create a pocket defense line to devour countless lives.

The plan had been so meticulous that Frilian had to consider one thing: should she lead the charge and break through the enemy lines? Otherwise, the Southern army would suffer heavy losses…

Suddenly, a light appeared ahead.

Suddenly, the towering city of Stoneville stood before me, defying the fierce winds with its imposing and majestic presence.

As expected of the Storm King's former capital city, the air whistles and howls, overlooking Nymgford from the cliffs and highlands, proclaiming its majesty in the wind.

It gives one a sense of déjà vu, reminiscent of the high walls of Los Angeles.

Previously, merely gazing at it from the outside was insufficient to grasp the grandeur of this world-class fortress. Rather than calling it a castle, it is more like a complex of buildings, resembling a city standing on the Nimgford Heights overlooking the surrounding area.

No wonder even the first king of the past had to expend a great deal of effort to conquer Storm King's stronghold; it was indeed a tough nut to crack.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, a figure dressed in linen, a son of an ominous sign, appeared on a high tower somewhere in the city, his face filled with confusion.

He first looked around warily, as if he had noticed something unusual. Then his gaze swept over the spot where Frillian had just been, but he found nothing. Was it just his imagination?

At the critical moment, the silver-haired girl rolled away and hid behind a boulder.

"Could he be Markitt?"

Unfortunately, the gaze was so intense that Frillie couldn't look back for the time being; otherwise, a single glance would have been enough to draw her attention.

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65

Chapter 65: If the infiltration fails, then launch an attack.

Exposed?

What started as reconnaissance turned into a direct confrontation, and even Frilian felt a chill run down her spine. Fortunately, she reacted in time and was not immediately discovered.

The Child of Omens atop the tower possesses exceptional perception, not only innate talent but also keen battlefield intuition; its superb skills are not to be underestimated. It must be the Omen Demon Malkit, which certainly fits the legend.

His magical reflexes are extraordinary, ranking among the best of all the opponents he has encountered so far.

Although Bernal and Granger have both concealed their true strength to varying degrees, making it impossible for Frilian to judge their full power, it is certain that they have made thorough preparations for the battle.

He's actually guarding the goal for Grek?

Is it the appeal of the Golden Clan or the exceptional strength of the demigods?

This is a difficult situation. The front is guarded by Rodel's elite troops, the top is monitored by Malkit, and more and more troops are gathering in the tunnel behind. Meanwhile, the time for the invisible body to remain hidden is getting shorter and shorter.

With Frilian's abilities, she could certainly continue the work discreetly, but she couldn't hide it from a top-tier demigod-level expert.

Forget it.

The spirit is not one to be conflicted. Since it will be exposed sooner or later, it might as well take a look at the players' suggestions first. That is the biggest goal of this trip.

The silver-haired girl peeked out from behind the boulder and, from the player's perspective, saw countless bloodstains on the ground. The deaths were varied and unpredictable, clearly the work of evil spirits. How many players had perished here? And they had left behind a clue:

I ran straight to the most conspicuous landmark at the start of the game, only to get brutally beaten up.

Exactly the same, it's so upsetting!

【Ms. Markitt, teach me how to roll】

[You have to time your rolls perfectly! What kind of fast/slow attack mechanic is this? You think I'm going to attack, so I slow down a second. You think I'm going to slow down a second, but then I speed up again! Aaaaaah!]

I died 21 times before I finally passed. I was lucky to pull off a comeback with a sliver of health left, otherwise I would have had to do it several more times.

[I sincerely recommend that anyone who can't beat the opponent get an item called something like "Prisoner's Gear" (yes, it's "Markit's Prisoner's Gear"). You can buy it from Patchi's shop in the Monroe Cave. It can temporarily suppress the target.]

[That's right, the prison equipment will still be useful later. No need for spoilers, but just buy one and bring it with you; it will make things easier later.]

Patch, an old acquaintance?

The name Frillie reminds me of several games I've seen her in. Although it's just a coincidence of names, it feels strangely familiar. She's annoying, but she's useful.

And a guy who, after being defeated and falling, yells "Robert!"

Anyway, she doesn't understand why there's this inexplicable connection. Even the most humorous elves are often amused, giving people a sense of connection between different worlds, which brings a knowing smile to their faces.

"It seems you also have a crucial side story to tell this time."

She had seen the sign for the Mong-ryu Caves before; it was right next to Lake Yakir, but unfortunately, the army didn't have time to linger there and had temporarily put it aside. She hadn't expected to find someone she knew there.

However, the immediate priority is to find Malkit's weakness, and combining player information has yielded several new discoveries:

[Be careful, a large-scale rain of swords may follow the sweeping attack.]

[Watch out for that magic hammer; the impact is incredibly strong. It pushed me up.]

[Recommended for monks to fly kites]

There aren't many attack mods, but the fast and slow attack speeds are really annoying. This is the first time I've seen someone play like this. I haven't gotten used to it yet. Let's play another round...

[After multiple playthroughs of the Royal City, I even felt a sense of familiarity with Professor Markitt. ​​Returning to the battle at Stoneville, his prestige continues to rise. You are the true guardian of the Great Tree.]

Cherish those around you, and send Malkitt flying! Here we go, shield-poke style!

[Note: The amulet belt will drop after the fight.]

It seems we can go to the Round Table Hall again, but I don't know exactly when. Oh well, let's just fight our way through Stoneville today. Wait for my good news!

Frillie guessed that these were boss characters that were either unavoidable or highly rewarding, since she herself never collected them all.

She then carefully reviewed the players' death replays, roughly figuring out Markit's attack moves. She could then deduce them from the opposite direction, and now she was fully prepared.

To fight or not to fight?

Watching those players constantly taking on challenges inevitably ignites a fighting spirit.

Rather than sneaking back and being exposed along the way, it's better to be open and aboveboard. Anyway, the magic effect is almost over, and it will inevitably give itself away no matter what. So why not make a big scene and pave a way for the Southern Army?

Invisibility deactivated.

The mage-girl, whose upper body was covered in silver armor, appeared out of thin air, without a trace of her presence beforehand.

Frilian appeared directly in the very center of the camp and unabashedly released her oppressive aura, causing the surrounding Grik soldiers to fall to their knees, and some even fled in haste, hiding far away and not daring to look directly at her.

They never expected the enemy to have penetrated so deep into their territory, and they were immediately drenched in sweat.

After calming down a bit, they realized that the silver-haired girl had combed her hair, tapped her armor to check the situation, and even took out some spiritual medicine to examine it. She had been all alone the whole time.

"Don't worry, she's all alone."

“Frilian the Faded One, how dare you come to Stoneville City! You’re dead! Your head will be chopped off.”

At this moment, the army surrounded them, with spears like a forest, shields like a wall, and ballistae adjusted their positions and aimed, blocking every route in layers, leaving no chance for escape.

The alarm bells are ringing.

They naturally showed full respect to the enemy commander, instructing those on the city wall to draw their bows and aim their arrows, creating a veritable inescapable net.

At the same time, Storm Pass also realized this, and their own commander actually went to fight alone?

This morning, Frilian looked lazy and sleepy than anyone else, but she made a move without making a sound and marched straight in, disregarding all difficulties and dangers, and arrived at the city gate all by herself? This is simply... so encouraging.

"Attack the city now, and we'll meet up through the tunnel."

"The Soul King will guide us to victory!"

The Southern Army, their morale soaring, began to mobilize, charging straight towards Storm Hill. They had indeed chosen a good time, as a large number of troops blocking the gate were targeting Frilian.

The risk of being ambushed from behind is negligible compared to the reward of killing the enemy commander; success is imperative.

Therefore, the Grik soldiers chose to let the enemy attack from the other side for the time being, while they would do everything in their power to encircle and kill the enemy leader. If all went well, the war could be over immediately.

Everyone knew that without Frilian's appeal, the rebels would surely collapse.

call!

Another opposing aura suddenly surged, emanating from the ominous demon atop the tower, looking down upon the silver-haired girl. The clash of their auras overwhelmed the gale, leaving everyone feeling suffocated.

"O Faded One, manipulated by the fire of foolish ambition, you dream of obtaining the Ring of Elden?"

Before he finished speaking, he leaped into the air and crashed to the ground, creating a deep crater. The impact sent some soldiers flying, creating a powerful sense of pressure.

“Then, that fire, along with everything else, should be extinguished. I, the ominous demon Markit, shall carry it out immediately—”

The scepter suddenly struck the ground, releasing its impact.

He glanced around and told everyone to step back.

Frilian looked up at the enormous figure, her tone high-spirited: "I have heard of your name. You are a great hero who twice protected the royal city of Rodel. You have devoted yourself more than anyone else to the continuation of the Golden Dynasty."

"I'm glad you said that; your opponent's praise is the greatest affirmation. It's a pity you're going to lose here."

"Defeat? Those who talk lightly about victory and defeat are defeated by arrogance. You are not that kind of person, but people always talk about the most difficult things. Can you imagine what it would be like to defeat me?"

"..."

"In the world of magic, what you can't imagine is impossible."

Admittedly, there was an element of psychological warfare in this dialogue, but the silver-haired girl's overwhelming aura revealed one thing: power.

This was Frilian's first impression of Malkith; at least the clone felt immense pressure.

The opponent possesses unfathomable magical power, a genuine demigod. How could such a faded being be summoned to the borderlands? Their rise to power with lightning speed is indeed formidable and admirable.

However, he was not without a chance of winning, because the silver-haired girl's power was out of place and did not fit the environment, which would greatly reduce its effectiveness.

"You're the one who doesn't realize how mixed and chaotic your power is. I'm afraid you'll blow yourself up without me having to put in much effort. Want to give it a try?"

"bring it on."

"Therefore, victory should belong to the Golden Dynasty."

He gripped the scepter in his hand like a heavy hammer carrying a whistling wind.

At the same time, Frilian blessed the Golden Vow and the Vow of Vengeance with two major buffs, and her right-hand staff added magical weapon enhancements to her left-hand katana. All preparations were complete.

Their auras locked onto each other, and in the instant their gazes met, they vanished simultaneously.

Boom!

Malkitt struck first, smashing the scepter down, creating a deep crater in the ground, but missing its target entirely. No problem, the scepter swept across the ground with magical power, aiming at the silver-haired girl who had just finished her retreat. Both exchanged a brief but incredibly fast exchange, immediately realizing each other's superior mobility and the importance of limiting it.