Frilian at Elden Ring

Besides her mission, Melina was curious about what had happened to that great and prosperous dynasty to turn it into what it is today. It shouldn't be like this. Should it be blamed on Lani's conspiracy, Marika's ring-breaking, or the chaos of the monarchy?

Perhaps there is an even more vengeful mastermind behind this.

"Don't worry, I'm just as curious. We'll keep an eye on the investigation together. History may bury the truth, but the truth will always be there."

"Lady Frilian, please don't worry about it. You should get some rest."

"Good night."

After studying the mechanism of ashes, the silver-haired girl yawned. Most elves like to sleep because a day passes in the blink of an eye, a simple and efficient way to kill time.

While theoretically, if you are physically strong enough, you don't need to rest, sleeping is a cultural practice.

Goodnight to you too, I'll keep watch.

Melina deactivated her manifested form, which consumed very little energy for her spirit and allowed her to remain aware of the surroundings.

Frillie finally had some free time and took a nap.

But should I say I felt insecure in a different environment? I woke up not long after, feeling uneasy lying down. I guess I should blame the fact that the magic in my game felt too real, making it hard to quickly transition to everyday life.

She sat up and looked around. The dilapidated church of Islay was filled with scattered lights, including fireflies flitting about and golden light falling from the golden trees.

Very beautiful.

There's a legend of a meteor shower that's existed in the real world for half a century. I wonder how it compares to the border region?

Looking back towards the direction of the King's Chapel, it had already disappeared below the horizon. Even though we were proceeding carefully and slowly, we still covered a considerable distance, demonstrating its vastness. The short day was incredibly fulfilling, and even the fatigue accumulated from a lazy life vanished.

Elves hate boredom the most, and in fact, long magical game experiences can easily become tiring, but fortunately, she has ways to relieve boredom.

If you concentrate, you will see a bunch of advice on the ground that only you can see. For example, one of them says: "The blue-skinned four-armed monster ahead drops the Soul Bell."

I almost laughed.

This description of Lani is quite apt, and according to some sources, it's likely that her attack on the Moon Princess caused the side quest to be interrupted.

Indeed, we should proceed with caution and explore carefully.

In addition, there are also "I am Lani's blade", "Love precedes", "Remember to complete the side quest to obtain the heirloom Moonlight Greatsword" and "This NPC cannot be attacked". Most of them are quite crazy, but there are always some elements that cannot be ignored in between.

For example, I've discussed the unattackable NPC Frillian with online players before. Essentially, she's untouchable and doesn't give any feedback, but you can definitely attack her.

In all the time I've played games, I've never encountered an unattackable target, and all of them can be killed.

Strange.

Why do people have different experiences even when they are playing the same game world?

I often have similar questions, but it's not the way of an elf to exhaust myself with questions, so Frillie went back to sleep. She has to get up early tomorrow to go to the front of the checkpoint.

I should be able to get up early, right?

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Chapter 9 Sleeping in

At the Church of Islay, golden trees hang high in the sky, bathed in the bright midday sun.

Frillie rolled over and continued to sleep soundly, completely unconcerned about the occasional wandering undead monsters around her. Her peaceful expression suggested she was having a good dream.

On the contrary, the oppressive aura she exuded while asleep deterred them from looking directly at her, causing them to choose to detour. She must be a killing god; it's best not to provoke her lightly, and to avoid trouble.

"Still sleeping!"

Melina, who had been waiting for a long time, raised an eyebrow. Although she was not an impatient person, the faded ones should at least be punctual.

Last night he confidently declared that he would conquer the checkpoints ahead and conduct an investigation, but now he acts as if it's none of his business.

Should she take on the responsibility of a witch and urge her companion on? But she's not a real witch; isn't constantly pushing her too much inappropriate? They've only known each other for a day; it's too early to ascertain Frillie's personality...

While I was pondering this, the other person rolled over and wrapped themselves up in the blanket like a spring roll.

Her silver hair was already disheveled in her unrestrained sleeping posture, full of split ends and curls, but it did not affect her sleep quality at all.

To dare to play like this in a border area certainly makes one a strong person.

There's someone here!

Suddenly, several Grik soldiers appeared on the path at the other end of the church. They had received a report from their informant: the guardian tree that had protected the King's Chapel for many years, killing countless Faded Ones, had been killed by a newcomer. So they rushed over to investigate and found a stranger.

Seeing that things were not going well, Melina quickly nudged Frilian, but the latter remained unmoved.

"Wake up!" She patted her cheeks harder and harder. "Greek's soldiers are here. If we fall into their hands, we'll either die or have our limbs set."

After some urging, the silver-haired girl finally sat up sleepily and looked around blankly.

boom!

The Soul Arrow spell blasted at the soldier squad, sending them flying and some of them instantly turning to ashes and becoming runes.

Despite her apparent lapse in concentration, her actions remained impeccable. While seemingly relaxed, the seasoned Souls-like player, Freyland, had meticulously planned and executed various early warning and countermeasures, prioritizing attack speed and firepower coverage.

She stood up, gripped her staff, and swept it across the ground once more. The soldiers, naturally powerless to resist, perished outside the church before they could even see what was happening.

The Soul Arrow, originating from the world of Dark Souls, is incredibly fast in Frillien's hands, making it extremely effective at clearing out mobs, causing them to fall like wheat being harvested in the blink of an eye.

"Why is it so fast?"

From beginning to end, they did not understand why a simple beam of magic could have such destructive power.

Feeling the runes flowing into her body, Frilian yawned. Seeing that she looked like she was about to take a nap, Melina quickly stopped her:

"The death of the Great Tree Guardian yesterday has alarmed the army. Before the defenses are completely sealed off, let's light up the Blessing in front of Stoneville City. If we can teleport, it will be much easier to move around."

"Wait a moment, I need to get ready."

After saying that, the elven girl began to slowly check her luggage and comb her hair. Her movements were so leisurely and methodical that she now understood that the Faded One was a slowpoke.

"I'll help you."

Helpless, Melina picked up a comb to brush Frillie's hair, and accidentally touched the other's long, pointed ears.

"I've wanted to ask you this before, do you have some kind of mixed-race blood? Of course, if it's inconvenient to talk about it, then just pretend I didn't ask."

"By the standards of the borderlands, I should be considered a special bloodline. My race is called elves, and my characteristics are as you can see. My talents are long lifespan and magical adaptability, which shouldn't be considered anything special in the borderlands."

"Elves? They must be a race from outside the border regions, like the Rare People, right?"

Melina spoke as she combed her hair even more carefully, as if she were protecting some rare animal.

Was I really taking care of myself the right way? It's hard to say. Oh well, I'll just consider it as getting to the foot of the golden tree sooner.

As Frilian experienced the touch, she couldn't help but think: It was as perfect as ever, even the drowsiness was brought along, and her game magic's ability to sleep was more comfortable than before.

In reality, she appears to be asleep, which is not unusual among elves, but it is unusual, even somewhat eerie, to continue sleeping in a dream-like magic.

A dream within a dream!

This is a rather profound and mysterious realm in the field of magic, worthy of study, but she has already adapted to it.

Sleeping soundly means your game magic is getting stronger.

After a brief preparation, the two were about to set off when Frilian gave a whistle, and her spirit horse Toret appeared. She mounted the horse, settled herself, and then extended her hand to the one-eyed girl beside her, smiling:

"Melina, didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to sit behind me? Let's go together."

"Then let's go."

She adjusted her cloak slightly and sat sideways behind Frilian. Feeling the two petite figures, Torret raised his voice and then ran at full speed.

This is the first time I've been so enthusiastic since leaving my former master, Michaela, and I feel honored to go to the battlefield with the faded ones.

Even with Lingma's double jump ability, it took him quite a while to finally see wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys across the vast border area.

Frillie gained a new understanding of the vastness of the border region.

Based on calculations using the speed and the Golden Tree as a reference point, it can be roughly determined that the area is comparable to a continent in reality, making it difficult to distinguish between the two sides. Therefore, King Grik of the Fragment effectively ruled a radiation zone comparable to a kingdom, and the former Golden Dynasty was an empire that unified most of the land.

To become the King of Elden means to rule this land, which requires not only power but also great governance. The first king must have been a hero.

King Gefulei.

Gwyn, the King of the Beginning.

The two seem to have some connection, perhaps due to the similarity of heroic deeds.

While pondering, Frilian also cleared out the small monsters along the way, not worried at all about causing ecological damage from excessive killing. According to her observation, sleeping is similar to a refresh mechanism, and weak monsters will reappear, so there is no need to pity them.

Since that's the case, seize every opportunity to level up and strive to complete your mage character in the world of Elden Ring as soon as possible.

In fact, over the years she has never allowed the complete game character to be 100% superimposed on her main body. It's too powerful and easy to be overwhelmed, so she should use runes to strengthen it as much as possible.

How powerful would it be if various independent ride zones were superimposed one day?

"Shut up!"

Suddenly, Frilian grabbed the reins, and Torret immediately stopped and, quite intuitively, began to tiptoe. The answer was simple: they were almost there. The checkpoint, true to its name, was heavily fortified with a large number of Grek's soldiers—over a hundred at a glance.

The important thing is that this is not on the same level as the previous service. They are well-equipped, often wearing full armor, which would be considered a luxury item in reality.

Even more impressively, some are tall and wield massive shields and long weapons, and have trained wolves and dogs that also possess the ability to locate enemies.

For the first time, regular military units from the border region were presented to Frilian.

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It finally looks a bit like an army.

So far, most of what Frilian has seen are mediocre and incompetent, and cannot represent the lower limit of organized military forces in the border areas. Now, she can finally get some reference.

Regardless of the era, the military invariably embodies the most advanced and sophisticated forces of a civilization. Beyond mere technological prowess, factors such as organization, discipline, and the quality of personnel are also crucial, representing a social machine many times larger than its actual size.

Of course, some soldiers were also neither human nor ghost, which was due to the problem with the Golden Tree.

She used magic to observe most of the details from a distance.

"So they're the ones who wiped out a large number of Faded Ones? Indeed, a coordinated attack by this unit would be quite dangerous."