Frilian at Elden Ring

The lieutenant summoned all the monsters he controlled at once and launched an attack into the depths of the forest. This was his unique magic, which, while not suited for direct combat, was undoubtedly perfect for a chase.

The cost is a significant drain on magic power, but now is not the time to consider that; the offensive and defensive positions have shifted.

Another warrior stood guard on the side, always on guard against assassins.

The three continued forward, maintaining contact, but as expected, there was no response. Moreover, the monsters had also suffered heavy losses; every one they released died instantly, completely within the enemy's kill line, rendering the numbers meaningless.

Oops.

After such a long period of silence, it's basically confirmed that they've perished, or at least are unable to participate in combat. It's no exaggeration to say that they're fighting alone. Why has the situation inexplicably turned out this way?

"Wait a minute, my puppet has discovered traces of a village deep within the fog. They're already at war; it's the elves!"

"No need to remind us, we've arrived."

Azaert was startled to find that the area before him was gradually becoming clearer. The fog and illusion had dissipated on their own, and the camp seemed to have appeared out of thin air. It was so fragile, it would probably shatter at the slightest explosion, but in reality, it was completely surrounded by a barrier. It was a low-level barrier, but it was guarded by the strongest guards.

Before the door stood a travel-worn silver-haired girl, holding a staff in one hand and a long sword in the other, her body stained with the blood of more than a dozen demons.

Could it be that this person single-handedly wiped out the elite squad?

The murderer has arrived.

It doesn't matter how many people she killed; what matters is that the wisp of magic finally stopped restraining itself and suddenly spread out, its diameter almost covering the entire village and enveloping everyone, vast and boundless.

The worst has finally happened: the elven village is hiding a divine mage comparable to Violet?

……

A fierce firefight is taking place at the main gate of the camp.

The demon-controlled puppets were frantically attacking the barrier, while the elves within unleashed magic, raining down arrows. The one-way barrier made life unbearable for the monsters, who quickly fell like wheat being harvested.

But the next moment it gets up and fights to the death, and the puppet will keep its fighting spirit high unless its physical body is completely destroyed.

The standoff at the main road was overlooked in this battlefield because it was very clear there; one could tell the general situation just by looking at the endless magic.

"You killed my men?"

Now, Azaert only feels fear towards Frilian.

"Yes, as for keeping you here, I have some questions to ask: How many people know about this pursuit? What is the Demon King's specific attitude? With your demon race's intelligence network, do you know where Celie is?"

The silver-haired girl rattled off her demands like beans spilling from a bamboo tube, prompting Azaert to sneer.

"You know perfectly well I won't tell you."

"It's alright, I'm just making you remember these questions beforehand. I'll beat you half to death later, and then give you a sliver of hope, and you'll tell me everything. You demons are actually the most survival-driven race in the world, so you can definitely help me."

Even knowing that you'll kill me if I tell the truth, why should I cooperate with you for a sliver of hope?

"It's a good topic, isn't it?"

Such a cold yet inquisitive statement sent a chill down the spines of the demons. This attitude was completely unlike that of someone treating an intelligent being like themselves; it was more like treating someone as material for discussion.

Humans who were once slaughtered viewed demons this way; now, elves view them this way. It's truly terrifying...

puff!

Suddenly, the warrior beside her coughed up blood as a long sword pierced her throat from behind. No, it was three swift, almost invisible slashes that pierced her brain, throat, and heart, revealing the petite, crouching silver-haired girl only as her body turned to ashes.

No, it's the same person? At that moment, the guards at the camp gate disappeared.

From the very beginning, it was a mimicry of form and an illusion, and the overwhelming power of magic made everyone overlook the Hidden One, and kill the warriors with whom they had poor compatibility first.

No matter how strong one's physical constitution, being subjected to a series of ninja killings would inevitably lead to death. After all, demons are not divine beings with special immortality, and as expected, they disappeared immediately.

Before Azaert could react, she created distance.

"Damn it, a mage like you hiding your magic power and using it to deceive, ambush, and betray others, how despicable and shameless."

"Are you done scolding?"

With a gentle tap of her staff, Frilian created a radiant sword array, simultaneously layering defensive barriers and protective measures. The array moved and danced in vibrant colors right before everyone's eyes.

After a surprise attack, he lost all desire to attack, as if he was just waiting for the opponent to make their move.

Magicians fight with speed, precision, and ruthlessness, sometimes deciding the outcome in an instant. Encountering magic with unbreakable curses can be even more troublesome. Therefore, in reality, her fighting style is to first establish a basic defense before considering offense.

The initial fire within the body is becoming more active. If, unfortunately, one encounters a curse of the legendary level that turns everything into gold, then a more powerful and brute-force method will be needed to break it.

Are you underestimating me?

Compared to his arrogant and overwhelming offensive, the elven girl's overly cautious behavior at this moment enraged Azarti even more.

She had no dignity as a mage, and was wary of people of her level. Where was the dignity of a strong person? This further shattered the worldview of races that regarded magic as life itself. She trampled on everything.

"My name is Azaert. Who are you?"

"Flillian."

At the same time, a magical beam of light responded, incredibly fast, focusing entirely on speed. It annihilated the lower half of the lieutenant in one strike, crippling his mobility by first crippling his legs.

The attack came without warning or any preparatory action; it was launched while they were talking.

How exactly did they do it? No chanting, no charging, no attenuation—it was a pure kill based on quality and speed.

The lieutenant, struck head-on, was instantly rendered powerless to resist. The attack also disrupted his magic, rendering him unable to use any other techniques and leaving him completely vulnerable. He was even sent flying far away, without even a chance to be killed by his comrades.

Simply winning is meaningless. What Frilian needs most right now is outside intelligence. She needs to keep people for interrogation, otherwise it will be a waste.

"You will pay the price."

Enraged, Azart concentrated all his magic power into magic, and the ensuing explosion was enough to blast everything within a kilometer radius into the air, ensuring the destruction of the camp.

He knew very well that there was no way out, because the silver-haired elf in front of him was murderous and more deadly than any other opponent.

The demons came to exterminate the elves? Ridiculous. At this moment, Frilian sees them more as targets destined for destruction, and she's thorough in her actions; those demons who disappeared in the thick fog are probably all beheaded.

Azalt suddenly unleashed an explosion toward its target, cracking the earth and creating a chasm. However, the figure at the end remained unmoved, using powerful magic to withstand the attack.

"Is this the maximum force you can exert?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"Don't be too happy yet—"

"That's enough."

The Lightning of Annihilation magic exploded with a shockwave that reached the heavens and the earth. The scorching heat, the explosive force, and the numbing sensation repelled the demons. At the same time, they clearly saw the silver-haired girl stretch out her right arm and pull it sharply towards the sky. A vortex of lightning descended from the clouds, and terrifying magical power stirred nature.

She unleashed a sweeping attack, and fortunately the monsters acted as human shields to block it for a moment; otherwise, this blow would have been enough to shatter the defensive barrier.

No! After the lightning bolts flew out, they returned like a boomerang, and Frilian caught them again, returning the lightning to its source.

boom!

The deafening thunder completely vaporized the monsters, leaving craters in the forest floor, their bottoms charred black. The once-proud puppets vanished without a trace, while the caster's magic remained unchanged. To be precise, it was an even more terrifying phenomenon.

When she first made her move, Frilian clearly consumed a lot of her natural interference-level magic power, and her magic power pillar weakened. But now, she has returned to its peak in just one breath. What does this mean?

This elven mage's healing output was equally terrifying; he seemed almost tireless.

In contrast, the other villagers had gradually retreated to the inner side of the barrier, meaning Azart could no longer take hostages or expand the area of ​​damage. Since large-scale magic requires charging, was he going to become stunned in front of Frillien?

“When did the Elven race produce a strongman like you... You are clearly younger in stature.”

"Are you saying I look too young?"

For some reason, the usually calm and collected silver-haired girl was slightly angry. She had finally been provoked since the start of the war, but the reason was unknown.

"Your Majesty is right. You will continue to pose a threat and must be eradicated, otherwise it will definitely affect the Demon Clan's hegemony."

Fight.

At this moment, Azaert's magic power reached its peak, operating at an unprecedented power, and the surrounding ground cracked open with ravines containing explosive magical power.

He knew very well that Frilian wouldn't let this squad go. Was there any other choice? There was no other way but to fight it out. If he could cause damage to the village, he would have a chance to escape and report to the Demon King for reinforcements. Yes, he was going to show a do-or-die attitude. However, the silver-haired elf remained unmoved and raised a defensive barrier.

Its area is large enough to cover a village, which is sufficient as a temporary defense. It is not difficult to block potential explosive attacks. As long as the caster's magic power is strong, its hardness has almost no upper limit.

"Idiot, that way you can't move—"

She then unleashed a torrent of azure light that precisely broke through Azaert's defenses—it was incredibly fast!

The damage to the soul caused the explosive magic to erupt in a raging inferno, leaving the adjutant beside him dazed and confused. The aftershocks struck the village's temporary barrier without causing any damage, while Frillie herself remained unharmed.

It was able to defend the village at the same time while also launching a super-fast attack, multitasking in one go.

He managed to withdraw his strength in time, thus avoiding death.

Whoosh!

A flash of blue light, and both hands were severed and lost consciousness. The next moment, excruciating pain came, as if the soul was wailing.

Kalia's Swift Sword.

True to her name, nimble and agile, Frillien's attack was something he couldn't possibly dodge with his reflexes. Azalt, who had just tried to continue his attack, froze in mid-air. In the instant the magic was interrupted, the silver-haired girl unleashed a lightning spear with her other hand, wielding a sword. Thunder roared, stirring the clouds.

Immediately following, using the sword as a guide, lightning was returned, and the sharp blade, along with the paralysis, slammed into the demon general's body.

In the blink of an eye, the defensive magic shattered, the armor vanished, and the body crackled and hissed as it convulsed until smoke began to rise from its facial features.

The demons, despite their physical limitations, will not die immediately, but they will be paralyzed and unable to take any countermeasures, leaving them with only one path: death.

Meanwhile, Frilian also captured her half-dead lieutenant. At this point, only two leaders of the pursuit team remained alive, while the rest were all killed by magical assassinations, leaving no survivors.

"ended."

The villagers breathed a sigh of relief when she turned back to answer her companions.

I can hardly believe we won.

Even more unbelievable is that Frilian, whom I watched grow up, has mastered this level of magic, refining millennia-old power with a hundred-year lifespan.

The battlefield was completely under control from beginning to end, with at most a few craters created. It wasn't that the participants weren't strong enough; in fact, they were capable of turning the village into dust. The small-scale destructive force never escaped control, and the battle ended in just a few breaths.

The largest force at present was actually the magical pressure, which also caused the most damage, because it was almost materialized and flattened the fortifications at the camp entrance, making a creaking sound.

The next moment, the silver-haired girl took a deep breath, and the beam of light returned to a wisp of smoke with ease.

Hidden enough.

Her aura was completely still, without the slightest flicker; this was probably the state she had adapted to, making it easy for the enemy to misjudge the situation. No wonder most of these demons were assassinated in the forest, their deaths shrouded in mystery.

The two survivors glared angrily at their target, their dying breaths not preventing them from staring intently.

"Despicable and shameless! You're so powerful, yet you still want to sacrifice the dignity of a mage?"