Frilian at Elden Ring

The Corrupted Tree Spirit was incompatible with the Farron Undead Legion, suffering repeated defeats and nearing its end. Just moments ago it was swaggering around, but now it had fallen silent, realizing with a slight sense that it couldn't afford to mess with its opponent.

Putting aside the greatsword user whose movements were as agile as if she were breakdancing, the silver-haired girl's magic was even more terrifying, too strong.

We must retreat as soon as possible.

Its survival instinct even led it to make an unprecedented move to move away from underground.

Don't delay any longer, or we'll definitely be killed. We must get out of the center of the battlefield. Yes, the city walls will naturally block some attacks. Use your roots to attach to them and quickly cross the walls. Just escape; it'll be easy to hide in the vast Nymgford.

Countless branches transformed into arms, gripping the edge of the collapsed cavern. With a sudden burst of strength, they pushed themselves up and crawled out, where a clear path opened up before them.

But what awaited it was not a way out.

The battle-hardened army remained on high alert, its organization, discipline, and combat skills at their peak. They had already set up crossbows, oil, and other weapons, unleashing a barrage upon the massive target. Dare to show your face? You'll be shot.

No soldier stationed in Stoneville would want such scum to continue to exist.

They threw spears, arrows, and stones with all their might, using every means to annihilate them, a momentum reminiscent of the intense meat grinder of the siege battle two days prior.

"Woo!"

Amidst the mournful cries, the decaying tree spirit tilted its head and loosened its grip, nearly falling, but it stubbornly continued to climb, aiming at the city gate.

It's not far now, as long as I can get there...

However, the next moment a pale blue, curved blade shot straight down from below, its terrifying sharpness easily severing the monster's body. Its majestic form collapsed instantly, and the enormous creature formed from countless branches withered away.

People are certainly familiar with this move, it's the Radiant Stone Curve, but only His Majesty can amplify each simple spell to such massive destructive power.

The undiminished light burst into the air, scattering countless points of starlight, azure blue, which, along with the golden powder from the golden tree, seemed to bestow a blessing upon the main city.

"Long live your Majesty."

"I knew that a mere old monster was not worth mentioning."

The soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief; some had even prepared to abandon the city and flee, since there were no city walls to defend it this time. Fortunately, the Demon Sword lived up to its name, once again crushing the enemy—not difficult for a true demigod.

Order was quickly restored, and ultimately there were no casualties; it was nothing more than a minor incident.

Inside the hollow, Frillie witnessed the corrupted tree spirit lose its life, while the captain, not forgetting to finish it off, set it ablaze.

The hidden danger has been eliminated.

For years it had lurked beneath the city of Stoneville, spreading all sorts of rumors. Today it has finally seen the light of day again, and that's the end of that. As the future base of operations, she will not allow such a monster to exist.

Meanwhile, the silver-haired girl stared intently into the deeper underground, where countless roots coiled, and something eerie:

It looks like a face?

It has two eyes and a mouth, and its skin is wrinkled and withered, which is very strange. Even those who are used to seeing strange creatures of the soul type feel a strange chill. It is the aura of the root of death!

Frillie was on high alert. In her view, the strange face deep underground was a potential monster and would cause big trouble sooner or later.

Before the others could react, she strode forward and found an unexpected treasure, but it was accompanied by a nauseating smell that she found unbearable. She hated such strange scenes.

After a moment's thought, the silver-haired girl took out a handkerchief, wrapped it around her fingers, and then carefully bent down to keep watch.

You have obtained the item "The Dead Prince's Pustules".

[A foul-smelling, festering boil on a human face]

[Can increase resistance to death]

[It's said that's the face of the dead prince.]

He was formerly known as Godwin, one of the first dead among the demigods.

[Later, it was buried deep beneath the royal city, at the roots of the golden tree.]

The detailed data shows a 90% resistance to death, which is indeed quite strong. After all, it's easy to guess that sudden death is similar to other worlds, easily causing instant death. The performance is up to par, but isn't the stench and appearance a trade-off? For Frilian, it definitely is. No matter how slow-paced and relaxed an elf is, hygiene is still important; how could she easily accept something so strange?

Should I put it in the Blessing Space? If I want to use it, do I have to carry it with me at all times? Those creatures that died suddenly were probably driven away by the fumes.

tangled.

Just as Frilian was pondering this, Roger, who had recovered, stood up, took out a perfume bottle, sprinkled some powder, and finally managed to reduce the fishy smell in the air.

"This is what I prepared. Since we're looking for relevant clues, we'll naturally need the corresponding methods."

He smiled smugly and said, "Many ladies like it, so it might become popular."

"As long as it doesn't smell that bad, it's somewhat tolerable."

Have you seen anything like this?

"I've seen too much."

"...It sounds like you have quite a story to tell. You must have gone through some extraordinary trials outside the border."

As most people could guess, the person who emerged from the Marquis's Chapel with unparalleled strength, having annihilated the Demon Sword, must be a powerful figure from outside the border region.

A significant portion of the Faded Ones are skilled individuals with a certain foundation, or awakened from slumber like Sir Elsa. Each of these individuals possesses formidable strength, and Frilian is arguably the strongest summoned case in the past millennium.

What kind of terrible world must someone who has experienced be optimistic about the borderlands?

As for Frilian, she focused on observing the "Dead Prince's Pustules" and carefully wrapped it up to ensure that the smell was suppressed before storing it.

Resistance to death is a very important attribute. Don't discard it just because of a minor flaw in the item. Practicality comes first.

Meanwhile, Captain Fran and Neferi, never idle, worked together to finish off the spreading polluted tree roots, clearing them away one by one to prevent them from forming more corrupt tree spirits.

"The skin seems to come from one of the original dead, is it the eldest prince Godwin? How much do you know about it?"

Frilian asked Roger.

"As we all know, he became the first demigod to die, but his physical body continued to grow, constantly releasing death pollution while buried under the golden tree... which led to the disaster of the dead."

"So he was the source of the dead, so all we need to do is go to the roots of the Golden Tree and completely eliminate the corpse?"

“I know Your Majesty hopes to salvage this situation, but getting into the roots is no easy task. It’s no less difficult than attacking the royal city, and Godwin is very hard to kill.”

"Ah."

The silver-haired girl seemed not to be listening, her eyes shining, her expression full of scholarly curiosity. She was clearly becoming increasingly interested in the royal city of Rodel, hoping to study and eradicate the calamity emanating from it.

Knowing full well that the magician was beyond persuasion, Roger smiled and offered advice:

“The sleepless girl Fia in the round table hall knows more about this than I do. You can talk to her about it later.”

"I'll go after I finish the tedious rituals for the nobles."

Whether or not she was crowned was of no concern to Frilian, but the nobles and soldiers cared a great deal, because it meant they could be granted titles and blessings, so they might as well cooperate.

She will remain in Stoneville for a while to collect everything here.

"Also, I have some Magic Battle Ash here, would you like to learn it?"

"Of course."

As agreed, Roger handed over a series of magical battle ash to Frillie as payment, but there wasn't much powerful magic involved, far less than what Teacher Seren had in reserve; it was mostly basic.

Firstly, the difference between her original skill, [Radiant Stone Shard], and the Battle Ash can be attached to weapons, which adds another attack method.

Also, I don't have the [Kalia Greatsword], so I should be able to deduce magic from the Battle Ashes.

In this way, Frilian no longer had to painstakingly expand the range of her sword, and instead possessed greatsword magic that truly matched her combat style, making her a true battle mage. Moreover, all of her magic was native and therefore not subject to rejection.

And there's an incomprehensible "spinning" battle ash that's not very useful.

The silver-haired girl made no attempt to hide the disappointment on her face, after all, there was nothing special about it, and it even gave off a cheap feeling.

Roger coughed awkwardly a few times.

"Actually, I have some magic scrolls I could give you, but I didn't bring them with me. Let's talk about it when we meet at the Round Table Hall. Don't worry, you'll be satisfied."

See you then.

"We've got this sorted out on our end."

Neferi waved her hand. While a complete cure was impossible, dispelling the pollution was manageable, at least ensuring the safety of the underground area. With the pollution gone, magical perception became much clearer, so Frilian bent down to examine it closely. The tree roots felt rough to the touch, yet contained an astonishing energy resonance. What would happen if she used them as a medium to explore the distance?

The slender roots beneath my feet stretch endlessly into the distance, where the sound of trickling streams can be heard...

It is quite large, almost in the same direction as the tree roots. If you calculate from the map, wouldn't the roots of the super-giant golden tree on the Altai Plateau have grown all the way to the southernmost part?

"River water?"

Roger nodded and said, "As expected of you, you actually sensed it? Yes, two long rivers flow from the deepest roots, running through the continent. Legend has it that several ancient civilizations existed there, most of which are now unverifiable. The one that has not yet been forgotten should be the location of the Eternal City."

"So there is actually a vast underground space?"

"Yes, it's said to have an unchanging starry sky, a magical effect that's breathtakingly beautiful and almost indistinguishable from reality. But these are all legends; I've never been there, so I can't be sure."

According to Frilian's experience, most legends are true, and besides, her own magical perception is never wrong.

Ancient civilizations in the underground world?

The vastness of the border region was beyond expectation. It was already a supercontinent, but it also contained a three-dimensional space, with a world existing right beneath one's feet.

"He's right. The Eternal City does exist. It was once a great civilization, but it violated taboos and suffered a devastating punishment from the supreme will. It eventually faded from everyone's sight, and probably only some ruins remain to eke out a living."

Melina's voice rang in my ears, carrying a warning tone; her supreme will was no simple matter.

Upon hearing this, Frillie had a completely different reaction:

"Even though I've conquered Stoneville, the world feels bigger to me. It feels so good."

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71

Chapter 71 The New Fragment King.

The fall of the Corrupted Tree Spirit brought a sigh of relief to everyone in Stoneville.

The culprit behind the rumors among veterans that "strange noises often came from underground, and those who heard them would disappear" was gone, and things finally quieted down.

The last trace of factors that could disrupt morale has been eliminated.

The nobles, of course, publicized the key role played by Frilian, especially emphasizing that she was the first to discover and arrive at the scene, annihilating the monster in no time, after all, the radiance of the luminous stone's arc was undeniable.

Although the main damage dealers will definitely be the Farron Undead Legion, he has no objection.

The Abyss Watchers don't care about reputation; they just need to fulfill their duties. Now they are loyal to Frilian.

Repair work continues.