Frilian at Elden Ring

Just moments ago, the Grik soldiers were firmly guarding the area, but after Frilian cleaned them out, she regained control.

I've already given you the steps, are you going to take them or not?

She stared directly at Malkit, her petite frame exuding an imposing aura, surrounded by the assembled Farron Undead Legion, Samir's heroes, black-bladed assassins, and a vast army.

"...Faded One, don't think the Golden Dynasty is all there is to it. If you have real skills, let's meet again in the royal city."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back, leaning on his scepter. The group of Night Cavalry followed, ultimately choosing to avoid his sharp edge. Now was not the time to fight to the death with the Faded Ones, who were at the height of their power.

Even if you don't admit it, the facts are clear: Frilian is qualified to become queen.

Once they reach the Round Table Hall, Two Fingers will further instigate her, so a battle between them is inevitable, taking place in the royal city of Rodel. It's time to return; there's only one matter at hand:

Prepare for war.

Markitt would be happy to defeat the enemy with another defensive counter-attack and hopes that Grek can withstand this offensive.

His own clone was too weak to fight any longer and had no choice but to retreat.

They departed silently, their silhouettes bearing an air of melancholy and desolation. Rebellion was about to erupt once more in the borderlands; how could the Golden Dynasty be protected? The future was uncertain, fraught with peril. Could an even greater catastrophe be about to engulf the world?

Frillie stopped the magic.

Then she tilted her head back and drank the mana potion. After all, continuous combat skills consumed too much magic. It wasn't that she didn't have enough mana, but that she needed to maintain her peak condition as much as possible to provide a margin of error when challenging the demigod of the Great Rune.

Unfortunately, Markit, who had been blocking the way, bought time for the city's sappers, and the collapsed section was now blocked by a larger iron fence...

"Your Excellency, I suggest launching a siege in one fell swoop."

Edgar's proposal.

Not only him, but the entire army was eager and impatient to get started.

How could they not be thrilled to witness the battle between the ominous demon and the demigod sword? They wanted to participate in this battle as well.

"Start the war."

At Frilian's command, the soldiers on both sides surged forward like a tidal wave, forming orderly assault squads to capture Stoneville City. It was all or nothing.

Since they have clearly provoked the forces of the royal city of Rodel, there is no way out. They should take Ningmgford in one fell swoop and recreate the tenacity of the Storm King.

At that moment, several soldiers stood on the city wall, peering out, ready to throw down logs and stones.

The reactivated crystal scattering continued to suppress them.

They were almost traumatized by the attack. Why wasn't this move over yet? How much magic power did they have left to squander? The Grek soldiers were filled with fear of Frilian and dared not look directly at the figure that was closing in on the city.

"Leave the area above the city wall to me. You guys break down the gate as quickly as possible, but don't rush in. Destroy the door frame according to the outline I just destroyed."

A confident charge began, with both sides fighting fiercely across a gate, their roars echoing throughout the battlefield.

"charge--"

Compared to battering rams, it's probably the pile of blood and flesh that will break down the city gate first.

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67

Chapter 67 Player's Sharp Commentary on Greik.

The city of Stoneville was in complete chaos.

Soldiers were falling off the city walls one after another. If they fell inwards, they might even crush friendly troops blocking the gate. The rain of flesh and steel caused more deaths.

However, this loss could not be stopped, because terrifying magic continued to emanate from above:

Crystallization scattering.

So far, they have been helpless and can only watch as Frilian single-handedly suppresses the entire front wall, the ominous demons that could stop her are repelled, and a mage skilled in legion warfare is completely freed.

The defending army had prepared various methods to deal with flying units, such as crossbows, high-mounted crossbows, and longbow squads, but all of them were wasted.

No matter how hard they racked their brains, they couldn't have guessed that the enemy had used magic to suppress the city walls.

The gap between the powerful figures at the border is indeed vast, and the Burial Demon Sword, now without a counterpart to block it, continues to inflict damage.

"Roar!"

Suddenly a flying dragon climbed up the city wall, spewing flames that made dozens of soldiers scream in terror.

It had come after all. The officers had guessed that the sustained suppressive fire was meant to create an opportunity for the wyverns, but they were powerless to stop it. The vast majority of the dragon-shooting crossbows had been destroyed, and now they could only watch helplessly as one colossal beast after another charged forward.

The wide city walls became an excellent battleground. All they had to do was crawl frantically on all fours, spewing fire, clearing away obstacles with flames and pushing soldiers away with their bodies.

The unlucky ones crowded together until they fell.

Some winged hybrids also rushed in, pouring oil over their heads, and a single spark was enough to ignite an area of ​​ten meters in radius.

"withstand!"

The defenders were not to be outdone, deploying the massive, heavily armored Ominous Child to wield a battle axe and hold off the dragon.

The city gate area of ​​Stoneville became the fiercest battlefield, with both sides committing their main forces into a meat grinder, killing relentlessly around every inch of the city wall, where stopping meant certain death.

Troops were continuously being sent up the city walls from within the city, while another part of them were setting up fortifications on both sides of the road, preparing for combat in the narrow space within the city.

Gatekeeper Gertock was one of the lucky few who managed to evacuate safely.

Anyway, he's just a lowly soldier with no real skills, so let the regular army fight him.

A group of people, including myself, who had undergone mild necromancy, were responsible for transporting supplies and delivering as many weapons and equipment as possible to the city walls. Indeed, the situation had become so dire that even supply lines had to be set up inside the castle.

"Why isn't Lord Grek fighting?"

"Fool, it's not time yet. We can't let these rebels weaken His Highness. Our target is the rebel leader."

"Since a demigod shouldn't be able to change the battlefield by himself, he can even bury the demonic sword..."

Despite their doubts, the zombies, often delirious, no longer had time to think and simply followed orders numbly. But even the city itself was doomed.

A fiery breath!

Suddenly, a dragon leaped out of the city wall and opened its blood-red maw, spreading flames throughout the city. Many soldiers were turned into firewood, which in turn ignited a large-scale fire that spread to an even larger area.

Immediately afterwards, a long spear pierced the enormous creature with astonishing speed; the simple weapon, relying solely on force, sent the dragon crashing outside the city wall.

A series of sounds of men and horses falling over indicated the chaos and disarray of the Southern Army.

People looked back and saw a Forge Knight still in the throwing posture, with a whirlwind swirling around him.

"They actually knocked the flying dragon down with a single blow!"

"Stop admiring the scene and hurry up and reinforce the defenses. Our goal is to intercept them in stages and finally have Lord Grek kill the rebel leader."

"As ordered."

The Crucible Knights' impressive display of skill inspired many soldiers, who then became even more determined. After all, they had warriors who had followed the first king through the Golden Conquest era, making dealing with mere Faded Ones a piece of cake.

However, Getok remained expressionless and silently moved things, becoming increasingly sluggish in his work.

What's the point of all this fuss? Whether Greck wins or Frilian wins, ultimately it's your own life, so it's best to stay out of the way.

He even secretly hoped that the arrogant demigod would be brought down and trampled on by the rebels. It wasn't about any conflict of interest; he simply wanted to witness the defilement of the Golden Clan.

Stoneville is most likely to fall.

As a gatekeeper, I know all too well that once those sturdy city walls are damaged, they are very difficult to repair, and the rebels are fighting each other so closely that they don't give you any chance.

The other Forge Knight in command on site was also aware of this.

"Pass on my order to detach 1000 troops to guard the strongholds within the city and prepare to repel the enemy's charge."

He had followed the former King of Elden in conquering countless cities, destroying countless fortresses, and even razing them to the ground. Based on his experience, he knew that the gates of Stoneville City wouldn't hold for long, especially after Frilian's fierce attack just now.

Crunch!

The steel twisted and groaned, and the newly installed iron fence broke and deformed. Seeing this, dozens of soldiers, including a son of an ominous sign, leaned against it with their bodies.

The next moment, the battering ram crashed down, sending several thin soldiers flying with the first blow.

The second time—

The continuous rhythm of the drums, accompanied by increasingly excited shouts of battle, reflected the ravenous Southern army's desire to capture Nymgford's largest city.

"Everyone, push hard, open it quickly, three, two, one, up!"

"We will absolutely not let you in. Die!"

The two sides engaged in a close-quarters battle around an iron gate, practically wrestling through the fence. Long weapons were no longer effective, so they used daggers, stones, and even teeth to fight, with only one thought in mind: victory.

Someone grabbed another person's head and slammed it against the door frame; someone else had their arm grabbed and twisted in another direction until it broke...

The first turning point came on the walls of Stoneville when the Farron Undead Legion stormed in, easily killing the Son of the Ominous before leaping into the city to wreak havoc.

Their arrival caused many soldiers to lose their fighting spirit and run away, and the news spread like wildfire.

The city walls have fallen.

The Forge Knight raised his shield and drew his sword, his aura locking onto the Farron Undead Legion, faintly sensing a resonance between them. The latter leaped down the city wall to the inner side, and a life-or-death battle was about to erupt between the two sides.

The siege engine squad was no longer affected by the rolling logs and boulders from above, so they had no more worries and worked together without hesitation.

"Everyone count down from three together—"

Before the leading officer could finish speaking, a crazed mountain demon charged towards them.

boom!

The overburdened city gate finally broke. The southern army was only left dazed and barely alive, while the defending troops on the crushed side were instantly turned into mincemeat and wiped out.

The first group of people to enter the city were immediately met with a hail of arrows, and before they could even rejoice, they became stepping stones for the army behind them.

"All personnel enter the city to fight."

Both sides understood that the most brutal form of urban warfare in narrow spaces was about to begin.

To be honest, Frilian, who had lived in the elven village for hundreds of years, had never seen a city fall.

Even including games, the generally declining Souls-like world has few decent fortress battles. I wonder if Ashina Castle counts? By the time I arrived, it was already the second half of the game.

Regardless, she orchestrated this situation herself.

woo-

Amidst the melodious bugle calls, the Southern Army charged through the city gates in one fell swoop, fearlessly rushing in despite the rain of arrows. Meanwhile, the friendly forces occupying the city walls provided support from above, allowing the various units to barely maintain their footing.