Elden Ring, my witch is a talkative beautiful girl

"Ah! I'm so burned! How dare you bastards burn my handsome hairstyle!"

Diaros was chased to a point where he had no way out. If no one helped him, he would have been completely burned to a crisp. As the saying goes, fools have their own luck. Perhaps even God couldn't bear to see this unfortunate child's suicidal behavior and specially arranged for a hero to save him from this dire situation.

After seeing who was chasing and who was being chased, Melina, who was hiding nearby, felt terrible. "What the hell is that idiot doing? He's running around everywhere and getting chased. It's really unbearable."

She was too tired to complain. Not only was he incompetent, but he was also getting into trouble everywhere. This guy looked like he had come from a comedy movie set. She wanted to pretend she had never known him.

"I'm going to take care of the enemies chasing Diaros, and you find a chance to heal him." A'tai came forward to help.

After all, we know each other and we all came from the Round Table Hall, so I’ll help if I can.

Among the ruins, Diaros was running fast and was tripped by a branch floating on the lake in a panic. He fell to the ground with his face covered in mud. The bronze god of death approaching from behind was not kind enough to wait for him to stand up again. This game of chase was about to come to an end.

Suddenly, a blue light flashed, and two swift pyroxene magic gravels hit the armor on the side of the bronze fang. The power was not enough to penetrate the outer layer of defense of the machine, but it was more than enough to attract its attention.

The Bronze Fang slowly turned its body, and its two huge, heartless eyes looked at the attacking enemy.

"Big guy, come and play with me if you're brave enough." The provocative words, accompanied by the magic gravel that A'tai cast again, completely attracted the hatred of the mechanical chariot. Its built-in core furnace was stimulated to the peak, and the chariot's tracks rolled forward, vowing to burn the enemy in front of it to ashes.

"Yes, saved? I'm saved?" Diaros, who had come to his senses, was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "You hateful murderer, your doom has come. Pay for everything you've done..."

"What are you talking about?" Melina fired a mud ball at Diaros, hitting him square in the face. "I should have known not to save you, idiot. Come with me."

"Don't pull my cloak. It's very troublesome to wash."

The witch ignored Diaros's protests and grabbed his red cloak without saying a word and evacuated the battle area.

Meanwhile, the battle between Ah Tui and Bronze Fang had also entered a fierce stage. Facing the huge and bulky body of the chariot, he did not use his shield to block the attack as usual, but adopted a frontal attack strategy to win.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that a flame attack couldn't be parried. The tank's greatest weakness lay in its movement. Its tracked armor only allowed it to move forward and backward in a straight line, and turning required considerable effort. Therefore, employing a sideways attack strategy was the optimal solution for dealing with the tank.

Ah Tui's nimble movements were as elusive as grains of sand dancing in the wind, and his nimble footsteps were unpredictable, their paths unseen. A ghostly figure flickered in and out of the narrow field of view of the bronze chariot, like a specter haunting the battlefield.

As the battle continued, A'tai gradually grasped the enemy's weaknesses. The core part that was surrounded and protected by the shell must be the fragile core of the machine, and the winning strategy was clear in his mind.

The straight sword was raised above his head, and suddenly there was a flash of lightning, followed by thunder!

Combat skills, thrust!

Combat skills, penetrate!

The two basic combat techniques seamlessly connected, their successive blows piercing the bronze chariot's protective shell. The sharp sword pierced the damaged area and penetrated the mechanical core, its in and out movements as fast as lightning. When Ah Tui drew his sword, a short, thin, dark mechanical puppet was impaled on the end of the blade. It was both the driver of the bronze chariot and the core supplying its energy.

A sparking mechanism could be seen on its chest, and the part that should have been connected to the tank control console had been broken.

The driver of the chariot lost control, his incandescent eyes flashed several times in succession, then turned from bright to dark, and fell into complete silence.

"Is it over?" A-Tai remained alert for half a minute, and after confirming that the enemy was completely unable to recover, he lifted the combat posture. "What a formidable creature! Judging from the structure of this thing, it should be derived from the same source as the mechanical puppet that Patchy mentioned. A purely mechanical enemy might be easier to destroy with heavy weapons."

This time it was a one-on-one encounter, but next time it might be a grueling, unsportsmanlike situation. In open areas, you can summon Torret for a strategic retreat, but in confined areas like caves and castles, you'll have to fight head-on. Therefore, it's essential to plan a strategic battle strategy ahead of time.

Seeing the battle over and our side's resounding victory, Diaros, who had been trembling with fear just a moment ago, emerged from hiding with high spirits. "Well done! The defeat of this evil machine was inseparable from the wise and brave command and tactics of a descendant of a noble family like me."

"Ok?"

Melina shot Diaros a murderous look, causing him to immediately change his tone. "But your outstanding performance is equally valuable and deserves encouragement and commendation. Unfortunately, I don't have any extra runes on hand right now, so I'll just make a note of it for now."

"That's a reasonable thing to say. I don't expect to get even a single rune from you, and we didn't save you for money." Melina glanced at the paralyzed bronze chariot on the ground and continued, "By the way, can't you just stay in the Round Table Hall and wait for Lenya to come back? My partner and I can't always show up in time to save you."

"Lena..." Diaros fell silent upon hearing the name of his childhood sweetheart. "She won't respond to me anymore. Those abominable machines killed her..."

"You said... Lenya is dead?" Melina was incredulous upon hearing the news of her friend's death. "That's impossible. She's different from you. She's diligently learned 50% of Yuno's strength. Even if she can't defeat this chariot, at least she can escape unscathed."

"Everything I said is true..." Diaros said with grief and anger.

Ah Tui held Melina's shoulders and continued, "We don't mean to offend you. Could you please take us to see Miss Lenya's body? Ah Mei can also fulfill her duties as a priestess and pay her respects to her soul in heaven."

Diaros was silent for a moment, his steps felt like they were locked by a massive rock. "Come with me. Lenia lies in the ruins over there. As her master and friend, I owe her at least a tombstone. I will never allow her remains to be desecrated by those damned creatures again."

(ps: 10,000 received, thank you for your support!)

Volume 2: The Flowing Stars: Chapter 10: Speaking with Blood

Amidst the rubble lay a battered corpse. The lower half of a young girl's body had sunk into the lake, and charred scars could be seen on her hands. The lightweight, soft armor designed for women was damaged in several places, and without careful inspection, it was difficult to tell which was the fatal injury.

Seeing his childhood friend again, Diaros closed his eyes in sorrow. "When I found Lenya, she was already dead. That despicable mechanical demon attacked me from behind. Otherwise, I would have killed him myself and avenged Lenya."

Melina knew Diaros's abilities well, and even though it was a bit inappropriate, she still internally complained, "What the hell does this have to do with a sneak attack from behind? Even if you faced that chariot head-on, you'd definitely be chased all over the streets."

Unless the driver of the bronze chariot wore a vest skin and accidentally touched the self-destruct button, the witch really couldn't imagine that Diaros had a 0.001% chance of defeating it.

She sighed deeply, squatted down, and reached out to brush against Lenya's stiff face, closing her eyes. Then, she folded her hands over her chest and prayed to the deceased: "May your soul return to the golden tree."

Beside him, Diaros wept bitterly, "Lena, even though you're not exactly gentle, always contradicting me, forcing me to train, locking me up, and forbidding me from going out and spreading the glorious image of a descendant of a noble family, you're still the best and most loyal follower in my heart. I will always remember your sacrifice. The despicable man who murdered you has been executed. Rest in peace."

"You..." Melina rolled her eyes. "Can't you just drop those clichés and speak the truth at a time like this? Come on, give me a hand. Let's build a tombstone for Lenya."

Just as the witch was about to move the body, the silent Ah Tui stopped her and said, "Amei, wait a moment. Before we build a tombstone for the deceased, there are some things we need to reconfirm."

"Reconfirm?" Melina's expression changed when she heard that. "Buddy, did you find something?"

The miko knew her partner wouldn't joke about such things.

Ah Dai's expression was solemn: "...The murderer is probably not the Bronze Tusk Chariot, but someone else."

"How is that possible?" Diaros exclaimed in surprise. "That demonic machine is hovering near Lenia, and she also has scars from the flames on her body."

"But if you look closely, the flame scars are concentrated in non-vital areas." After A Tui's reminder, Melina also discovered the bright spots.

"That's right." A Tui continued, "That's probably secondary damage to Miss Lenya's body after her death. The real fatal wound is..."

"The murderer isn't the machine? How is that possible?" Diaros muttered to himself. "I'm a descendant of the famous Hohoraus. My judgment can't be wrong. You must... must be mistaken, right?"

"Shut up! Stop yelling." Melina slashed Diaros's head with a knife, and the young man immediately put his head in his hands and calmed down. "Your speculation is ridiculous. Not everyone is qualified to witness my partner's live training. Watch carefully and learn how a qualified warrior determines the cause of death."

Putting aside the preconceived testimonies of unreliable eyewitnesses, A'tai analyzed the scars on the deceased's body one by one.

"The burn marks on the arm are recent. They weren't the fatal injury that killed Miss Lenya. Judging from the stiffness of the corpse, she must have been dead for at least half a day." Ah Tui put down the corpse's arm and shifted his gaze to the armor covering the torso. The soft armor protecting Lenya had been pierced by a terrifying attack. "Lenya tried to fight back, but judging by the surprised expression on her face, the killer must have used an attack method beyond her comprehension, and then pierced her heart with a full-strength blow before she could react."

He apologized and turned Lenya's body over. On her vest, beneath the fatal wound, someone had branded a dark red snake-shaped mark. "Part of the skin is damaged, as if it was intentionally peeled off. Furthermore, the murderer, as a demonstration, left a mark that represents their identity."

That doubt li:ng Yingqi Si Wu ji$

"Do either of you recognize this mark?"

A'ti, who asked this question, saw the answer from the gloomy faces of Melina and Diaros at the same time.

......

The name "Lena" was crookedly inscribed on the newly erected tombstone, the horrible handwriting of Diaros himself. Not only was he unskilled with the whip, he also wielded the sword like a novice, his natural fighting skills all due to luck.

"The rebels, they were the ones who attacked Lenya..." Grief turned to rage, and Diaros punched the ruined building beside him. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he forced himself to keep his composure and reveal what he knew. "I heard from my brother that they were a group of scum who hunted their fellow Faded Ones. These despicable fellows actually dared to attack Lenya. I will make sure they receive the retribution they deserve! Khosrow... speak with blood!"

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. The famous Khosrow family speaks with their blood. Anyone who dares to attack their family will bear the wrath of the Avengers, no matter where they are, and the fight will not stop until one dies!

"It's better to take a long-term approach to revenge," Ah Tui advised gently. It would be fine if Diaros didn't find the murderer, but if he did, there was a 99% chance that he would never come back. "I think you should inform your brother about this. Fighting alone is not a good idea."

Ah Tui had heard Melina speak of Yuno Khosrow, the current pillar of the Khosrow family, a formidable warrior among the Faded. Yuno himself had fought against the Betrayer before, and knew them well. With his help, revenge wouldn't be a mere empty talk.

"No, Lenia is my follower. I won't trouble you with matters of revenge." Diaros avoided his brother's topic and chuckled dryly. "With your help and my ingenuity, a mere lawbreaker who hides in the dark is no match for us. Let's set off!"

Melina's speechless eyes betrayed her current state of mind. "Young Master, you daydreaming, I'd like to ask, do you know where the base of the Lawbreakers is? How many people are there? What's their combat effectiveness? Will they bury you, a useless figure, underground and leave you to savor the fragrance of the earth the moment they see you?"

"Well... things will work out when the time comes."

He hadn't considered any of these questions. In Diaros's simplistic mind, the idea of ​​revenge was that he would descend from the sky with his followers and maids to destroy the evil rebels on behalf of the sun.

As for the complicated process... he simply skipped it. As a descendant of a noble and famous family, he always had smart and capable subordinates to do many things for him. He just had to sit back and enjoy the results.

"Servants, maids, under my wise leadership, as long as we work together, we will definitely find the hiding place of those despicable rats and make them pay for their actions."

Ah Tui had a strange expression on his face: "Follower...you are not talking about me, are you?"

"Besides you there is...woop!"

"Maid, are you second uncle?"

In a flash, Melina, unable to bear it any longer, spun 180 degrees and delivered a fierce kick that landed on Diaros's abdomen. The pain was unbearable, and Diaros collapsed on the spot, clutching his stomach, without even a groan.

After delivering a clean kick, Melina turned and walked away. "You're pushing your luck. I should have known I wouldn't have comforted you for Lenya's sake. If you really want revenge, go back to the Round Table and hone your skills. Stop wasting time wandering around."

"We will help you keep an eye out for clues about the rebels, and you should also work hard on yourself." After saying goodbye, A'tai followed his partner.

Behind them, Diaros clutched his stomach and wailed miserably, "My servant, don't go! My stomach seems to be bursting..."

Melina's ruthless kick would probably keep him quiet for quite some time.

Not far from Lenya's tombstone, after confirming that the funny young master hadn't caught up, the witch breathed a sigh of relief. "Now that I've said this, I think that guy should be listening a little bit, right?"

"I don't know how much he understands your efforts." Ah Dai took over as if he had expected it. "But from a physical point of view, he basically can't be alive and kicking every ten days or half a month, let alone track down the murderer."

The two of them have been partners for a long time. He can cooperate with them seamlessly without the witch having to say anything about the occasion.

Melina kicked the gravel at her feet, and it floated across the lake a few times before sinking to the bottom. "Lena wouldn't want that fool to avenge her. She only wants him to live. So, let us take care of the rebels. Those guys are the Faded Ones who blasphemed the Golden Rule, hence the name 'rebels.'"

"In other words..." Ah Tui walked over to the witch and picked up a larger stone. "As long as we continue to defeat the demigods and seize the Great Rune, as our reputation grows, even if we don't seek out the Rulebreakers, they'll find us on their own. Then there's only one thing left to do." He hurled the stone with force. The moment the solid rock hit the lake, a torrent of white foam erupted. "Let's go, Ah Mei, let's go meet the overlord of this area."

It was time to take back the pyroxene key and challenge the Rhealukalia School of Magic. After resolving the problem of Lienia, they would also have to participate in the battle festival far away in the Gallid Plains. More great runes were waiting for the arrival of the king.

Melina smiled faintly, the smile diluting the sadness on her face. "Well, we can go together. As the future king of the borderland, I have the responsibility for this land. King Elden will not tolerate the existence of such filthy people in his territory!"

Volume 2: The Flowing Stars: Chapter 11: Stealing the Key

The shattered islands near Rhea Lukalia are dotted with small pieces of pyroxene, a special mineral found only in places with abundant magical energy.

Staffs made of pyroxene, ornaments inlaid with pyroxene, masks carved entirely from pyroxene... Equipment like these can significantly increase the power of pyroxene magic.

The one who is close to the water gets the moon first. The reason why the Kalia royal family chose to spend a lot of manpower and resources to build the magic academy on Lake Lienya was because they were attracted by the rich pyroxene veins in this area. These robes and equipment all became the standard school uniforms for students in the future.

Now, with Rhealukalia sealed off from the outside, these outer mineral veins have lost their owners. A great dragon, drawn to the abundant magical elements, has claimed the Shattered Isles as its own territory, building its lair near the lake and becoming the dominant force in this region.

"The old dragon, lacking any tension, is curled up in a ball and taking a nap. This is a perfect opportunity to strike." Melina adjusted the focus of the telescope, observing the pyroxenosaur's every move from over 500 meters away. "Buddy, do you think we should change our original plan and just grab the stuff and run?"

The location of the pyroxene key has been confirmed. It is hidden in an inconspicuous position in the treasure pile under the pyroxene dragon. Smarag only cares about the size of the pyroxene and never cares what shape the stone is made into or what purpose it is used for.

Probably only dragons would regard sleeping on a mountain of stones or gold coins as a kind of enjoyment. These thick-skinned guys don't mind the discomfort.

"Don't mess around." A'tu tapped the witch's forehead with his finger. "Millie said that Smarag is extremely sensitive to the aura of magic. Even if you use 'Transform Invisibility' to hide your body, it is still very likely to be discovered at close range."

The theft plan has the highest success rate only on the first attempt. Once it fails, Smarag will definitely be alert, and the difficulty of stealing the key again will definitely increase by two times.

Melina stuck out her tongue and made a cute face: "It's just a joke, I won't do anything rash."

Anyway, the two of them split up and acted in two groups. If something went wrong, for example, if the pyroxene dragon noticed something was wrong and returned to its nest early, she would secretly take action and "snap" the dragon to death while there were no witnesses, showing the demeanor of a dignified golden lady.

Atui looked at the sun rising to its zenith, blew his whistle and summoned Torret: "It's almost time, we will act according to the plan."

"Leave it to me. This beautiful girl is an expert at finding things." As soon as the voice fell, Melina, who was crouching behind the ruins, began to cast magic. The essential spell for traveling, killing, robbing, stealing and defrauding was to turn herself invisible.

When the spell was about to be finished, Ah Tui suddenly grabbed the witch's fair wrist. This bold move really scared Melina: "What, what's wrong? Why are you grabbing my hand all of a sudden?"

Ah Tui spoke seriously, his solemn expression easily causing some misunderstandings: "Amei, we can look for the key again. Remember to put your own safety first when you act."

Unfortunately, it was impossible to expect a piece of wood to say what the girl wanted to hear. So far, he was still a pile of incombustible material, and occasionally he would say something shocking without realizing it.

"I see. Are you an old man? You have to repeat the same thing several times."

Melina blushed profusely, and hastily cast a spell. Her figure gradually vanished, transforming into a form invisible to the naked eye. Even so, a faint, hot, sweet scent lingered in the air, like the first apple to fall in autumn, its greenness tinged with a hint of sweetness.

"Well, old friend, it's our turn to go on stage." Atie had no idea what he had just done. He patted Torret's head and jumped onto the horse nimbly.

The spirit horse snorted loudly, muttering to himself, "These two guys are really annoying. Why don't you guys just date... No, should I say get married? That way I can retire with a clear conscience and stop having to compete with weirdos every day."

No matter how much it complains in its heart, it still has to do what it has to do. There is only one thing it has to do, which is to run faster than any other creature and leave the flying lizards following behind and eating dust.

The rumbling of hooves pounded across the lake. As Ah Tui rode his spirit horse like an arrow, he charged straight into the territory of the pyroxene dragon. He held the reins with his left hand and took out the loudspeaker Melina had given him from his belt with his right hand. He roared, "Smarag, your good days are over! Your doom has come!"

The rolling waves shook the three-foot lake water. The dragon's sensitive hearing was almost buzzing under the influence of the super-large-scale noise. The sleeping pyroxene dragon was stimulated and woke up from its deep sleep.

The Pyroxene Dragon instinctively flapped its wings and flew into the air, subconsciously thinking that a few mortal enemies had come to attack it. However, when it saw the tiny Faded Ones riding horses on the ground, as small as ants, it could not help but feel furious. "Foolish human, how dare you offend the great Smaragd? I will make you pay a heavy price!"

The aquatic creatures lurking at the bottom of the lake trembled under the dragon's might, but Ah Ti, who had killed the flying dragon Yakir, was not afraid at all. He continued to curse: "You big winged lizard, you ugly monster covered in a blue shell, you are not the first flying dragon I have killed, and you will not be the last. Come and chase us if you dare!"

After roaring the last word, he immediately used both hands to pull the reins, turned Torret's head, and started at full speed.

From a distance, one could still hear Torrett's neighing: "Nee-- (Come and chase your uncle, the horse! Big stupid dragon!)"

Seeing the intruders utter a few harsh words and then flee at lightning speed without looking back, Smarag was stunned on the spot. However, the ensuing anger turned into a beautiful yet deadly dragon breath that descended from the sky: "Pitiful humans, I swear in the name of the flying dragon Smarag, you will die without a burial place. Roar!"

Not far away, ripples appeared on the clear lake surface. Melina, who had disappeared, walked quickly across the water. She could see the scene of the pyroxenon being provoked and attracted by A-Tu, and then chasing after it as it left its nest.

The rage burned out the little sanity that Smarag had left, and the long sleep made his thinking slow. He had no idea that he had fallen into a trap.

"The foolish dragon has finally left. The first phase of the plan is going smoothly." Melina stopped at the foot of the small hill of pyroxene and frowned at the small landslide caused by the pyroxene dragon's departure. "I don't know how long I can delay helping. I have to find the key as soon as possible."

Volume 2: The Flowing Stars: Chapter 12: Breaking the Seal