Frillian in the Elden Ring

The primordial fire in the body is becoming more active. If you are unlucky enough to encounter the legendary curse of turning everything into gold, you will have to rely on more powerful brute force methods to break it.

"Are you looking down on me like this?"

Compared to the arrogant and violent offensive to crush him, the elf girl's overly cautious behavior at this moment made Azarti even more furious.

She had no dignity as a magician, and was wary of someone of her level. Where was the dignity of a strong person? This further shattered the worldview of a race that viewed magic as life, and she trampled on everything.

"My name is Azart. Who are you, sir?"

"Flillian."

At the same time, there was also a magical beam of light, which was astonishingly fast. It focused on speed and annihilated the adjutant's lower body in one move, first crippling the movement of his two legs.

There was no warning of the attack, no starting action, the attack was launched while speaking.

How did he perform the attack? No chanting, no charging, no decay, just pure mass and speed.

The adjutant, struck head-on, lost all resistance, as the attack disrupted his magic power, rendering him unable to use any other moves. He was even sent flying far away, leaving him no chance to be killed by his accomplices.

Pure victory is meaningless. Currently, Fulilian is most in need of external intelligence. She needs to keep the subject for interrogation, otherwise it will be a waste.

"You will pay the price."

Azart, enraged, mobilized all his magical powers and concentrated them into magic. The subsequent explosion was enough to blow everything within a kilometer radius into the sky, 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 opponent.

The demons were here to exterminate the elves? Ridiculous. At this moment, Fulilian looked at it more like a target destined for destruction, and she was being thorough. Those demons that disappeared in the thick fog were likely all beheaded.

Azalt suddenly released an explosion towards the target, and a ravine appeared in the ground. However, the figure at the end remained motionless and caught it with powerful magical defense.

"Is this the strongest punch you can make?"

She raised her eyebrows.

"Don't be too happy too soon—"

"That's enough."

The destructive thunder magic exploded with shock waves throughout the sky and the earth. The heat, explosion and paralysis repelled the demons. At the same time, they clearly saw the silver-haired girl open her right arm and suddenly pull it towards the sky. A vortex of thunder fell from the sky, and the terrifying magic power stirred the nature.

She swept forward with a move, and fortunately the monsters acted as meat shields to block it for a moment, otherwise this attack would have been enough to break down the defensive barrier.

No! When the rain of lightning flew out and returned like a boomerang, Fulilian grabbed it again and sent the lightning back.

boom!

The thunderous explosion completely vaporized the monsters, creating a crater on the forest floor, leaving a charred black bottom. The proud puppets vanished completely, while the caster's magic power remained unchanged. To be precise, this was a far more terrifying manifestation.

When she first attacked, Frellen obviously consumed a lot of natural interference-level magic, and the magic column began to weaken, but now it has returned to its peak in just one breath. What does this mean?

The recovery capacity of this elf magician is also terrifying, and he hardly feels tired.

Meanwhile, the other villagers had gradually retreated into the barrier, meaning Azalt couldn't take hostages or expand the damage area. Large-scale magic required charging, so was he going to freeze in front of Fulilian?

"When did the elves have a strong person like you... You are obviously younger in stature."

"Are you saying I look too young?"

For some reason, the silver-haired girl who had always been calm and composed was a little angry. She had finally been provoked since the war began, but the reason was unknown.

"Your Majesty is right. You will continue to pose a threat and must be eradicated. Otherwise, the demon clan's hegemony will be affected."

Fight.

At this moment, Azalt's magic power reached its peak, with unprecedented operating power. The surrounding ground cracked and ravines contained explosive magic power.

He knew full well that Fulilian wouldn't let this group go. What other choice was there? He had no other choice but to give it his all. If he could inflict damage on the village, he'd have a chance to escape and report to the Demon Lord for reinforcements. Indeed, he was determined to demonstrate a desperate attitude, but the silver-haired elf remained unmoved, raising his hand to cast a defensive barrier.

The area is large enough to cover the village, which is enough as a temporary defense. It is not difficult to block potential explosive attacks. As long as the caster has strong magic power, its hardness is actually almost unlimited.

"Idiot, you can't move like this—"

Then she released a pale blue torrent that accurately broke through Azalt's defense. It was too fast!

The soul was injured, and the explosive magic burst into a raging flame, which blew the adjutant beside him unconscious. The aftermath hit the village's temporary barrier and remained motionless, and Fulilian herself was safe and sound.

He actually defended the village and launched super-high-speed attacks at the same time, doing three things at once.

He withdrew his strength in time and avoided death.

Whoosh!

A flash of blue arc light instantly cut off both hands and made him lose consciousness. The next moment, he felt a heart-wrenching pain, which was the sound of his soul wailing.

Kalia Swift Sword.

Living up to his reputation, he was agile and nimble. With his quick reflexes, he couldn't dodge Fulilian's attack. Azalt, who had just attempted to attack, froze. The moment the magic was interrupted, the silver-haired girl, holding the knife in her other hand, unleashed a thunderbolt, a thunderclap that shook the sky.

Then, using the knife as a guide, lightning returned, and the sharp blade, along with the paralysis, slammed into the body of the demon general.

In the instant of contact, the defensive magic shattered, the armor was destroyed, the body began to smoke with a crackling sound, and it kept twitching until all the facial features began to smoke.

The demons won't die for the time being due to their physical fitness, but they are paralyzed and cannot take any countermeasures. They only have one way to go, which is death.

At the same time, Fulilian did not forget to capture the adjutant who was also half-dead. At this point, only two leaders of the pursuit team were alive, and the others all died in magical assassinations, leaving no one alive.

"ended."

When she turned around and answered her companions, the villagers sighed with relief.

I couldn't believe the victory.

What is even more unbelievable is that Fulilian, who she had watched grow up, actually mastered this level of magic, refining a thousand years of power with a hundred years of body.

The battlefield remained completely under control from start to finish, with only a few pits being created. It wasn't that the combatants weren't strong enough; in fact, they were more than capable of reducing the village to dust. The less destructive forces never escaped control, and the battle was over in a matter of moments.

The largest force at the moment was actually the magical pressure, which also caused the most damage, because it was almost materialized to the point of crushing the fortifications at the entrance of the camp, making a creaking sound.

The next moment, the silver-haired girl took a deep breath, and the beam of light retracted and expanded freely and turned back into a wisp of smoke.

Hidden enough.

There wasn't even a flicker in her aura. Perhaps this state had just gotten her used to it, making it easy for the enemy to misjudge the situation. No wonder most of these demons were assassinated in the forest, their deaths unclear.

The only two survivors glared at their target, and even though they were dying, it did not stop them from staring fiercely at their target.

"How despicable! You're so powerful, yet you still want to sacrifice the dignity of a magician?"

Fulilian said coldly: "Let's talk business. Now you can beg for mercy, Azalt."

82

Chapter 82: Celia's information.

"Do you think I would give in so easily? I am an elite recognized by His Majesty the Demon King."

"Then give it a try."

Facing the stubborn Azalt, she could not show mercy, so the next moment, Frelian stabbed the knife in his chest fiercely, and lightning was generated again to continuously consume the target's vitality, and the target was dying.

The thunder attribute plus the lightning return skill repeatedly ravages.

Her magic power is also mixed with soul-tearing, a specialized attack attribute developed after inspiration from various parties, which makes the demon general suffer terribly.

Anyway, Fulilian's original intention was to experiment, and she didn't mind a little more trouble. The key was that Azalt might not be able to hold on.

He had a setback this time. He didn't expect the Elf Village to be so difficult to deal with. He had completely miscalculated.

I was the fool. Why did I think a tribe with a history of thousands of years couldn't produce one or two strong men? I should have mobilized more powerful demons long ago. Now it was too late. A great demon general was at the mercy of others, helpless.

Even if she tricked the humans into begging for mercy using the demons, it would be useless. This resolute and powerful elf wouldn't be deceived. Using tricks would only wear out her patience faster...

"Have you thought it through?"

Fulilian said quietly, "If your information satisfies me, I might show leniency."

"Why do I feel like I'm cheating?"

"you guess."

As she spoke, she further increased the power of lightning. Whether it was true or not was not important. What was important was that if Alzate did not cooperate, he would die immediately and would be in endless pain.

The repeated impact of magic on his nerves made him lose the ability to think, leaving him no time to consider.

"...I know. I know both the demon clan's plan and Celie's location. I'm telling you now. Please stop the magic."

"Okay, tell me everything. I have a way to verify its authenticity."

"First, let's talk about our strategy against the elves. Yes, His Majesty the Demon King has ordered us to eliminate your settlements. If the social structure of the immortal race is broken up, they will quickly self-destruct. Killing a few of them would be even better..."

Azart explained his strategy in detail.

As races with long lifespans and proficiency in magic, the ecological niches of demons and elves actually conflict naturally, so it is not difficult to understand why they would issue an extermination order; it is only a matter of time.

In any case, one side will eventually be brought to the brink of extinction, and perhaps the conflict will stop.

It sucks.

The villagers' faces darkened at this. Victory was one thing, but knowing the enemy was determined to destroy them was no match for their feelings. A sense of crisis deepened. If they didn't strengthen themselves, they would be at their mercy. Perhaps Fulilian, through the demon general, was reminding everyone that times had changed. Once, it was only humans who occasionally suffered from wars, but now it was another immortal race intent on pursuing them with all their might.

"I should thank you for letting us know that we can no longer harbor illusions. The elves will face the war seriously from now on."

"Seriously? It's too late. You're too untrained to be called an army."

"Next question: Are there any of your men outside the forest?"

"Yes, they are cleaning up the battlefield to ensure that no one is left alive. They are also guarding the entrance to the forest to prevent reinforcements from appearing. They are good at assassination and reconnaissance."

"Where are the survivors?"

"Who knows if it exists? Even if it does, it will be used as bait in a trap. Do you want to give it a try?"

"I'll confirm the specifics myself."

"I've slowly come to realize that you're an anomaly. You're no slouch at all. That magic is the result of years and days of refinement, coupled with your natural talent and warrior skills. It must have been honed through countless trials and tribulations. No one can do it without you."

"...There's only one of you, Fulilian. Besides being as fragile as your fellow elves, to put it bluntly, you were never a warring race. You're just humans who lived a long time, right?"

This remark caused the whole place to fall into silence, which was inevitably embarrassing.

They knew Fulilian was special, and without her leadership, they would have been slaughtered. This didn't mean the village was truly capable of fighting. Indeed, their military preparations had been neglected for too long, and they couldn't even fight ordinary demons one-on-one.

Or there may be only a few scattered people, but war cannot be overturned by a few people, and the final result will not be fundamentally different.

"Did you hear that? The demons won't give up. They're targeting all sentient beings besides themselves. The world-sweeping war is coming. Be prepared."

"..."

Most people are receiving too much information. After all, no one is in a good mood when their harmonious and peaceful home is destroyed.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me where Celia is. The more detailed the better."

"Information says that magicians from the Age of Gods were active in the northern forests. There have been sightings in the neighboring magic city, and some have even seen the ruins of an ancient temple. I'll give you the approximate location on the map."

"I also want all the military intelligence. Like who did you just defeat? Who's the most threatening right now?"

"Humanity is currently uniting..."

When talking about this, Azalt was not as calm as he seemed, but full of fear. In his opinion, when the armies of several kingdoms joined together, they were quite threatening. They had recovered some of their losses on the large-scale battlefield on the front and showed signs of a solid defense.

In addition to objective military developments, he also shared a general's insights, allowing the listener, Fulilian, to better understand the current situation.

It's not that bad. Even though the demons came to kill the elves in the village, they actually squeezed out a part of the troops. The real main force was still dragged towards the kingdom battlefield.

Humanity's numerical base and faster formation of combat power are destined to be difficult to defeat.

Moreover, the battlefield is highly interconnected among all parties.

The situation has changed drastically. What does the annihilation of a powerful demon general and his elite troops mean?

Offense and defense are different.

Without the command and support of Azalt and others, the front battlefield is at risk of being pushed back by the human army. To be precise, it is a high probability because the demons who account for the largest proportion of the overall combat power are all defeated by Fulilian.

Although Yunus could probably capture the fortress or even massacre the city based on inertia, he might not be able to hold it.

"I understand the basic situation. All that's left is to ask your adjutant."

"Wait, you'll let—"

Before he finished speaking, a flower bud suddenly blossomed on the chest of the demon general. The scarlet color emitted an evil aura, eroding all the magic power, as if all of it was for the purpose of nourishing this bud.

He instantly lost his mind and roared in rage, dragging his broken body to his feet. Fulilian also moved away, but Azart could not hold on any longer. A bunch of scarlet flowers bloomed, and his body froze temporarily.

Fortunately, the erosion and expansion before death showed signs of reversal, at least it would not spread easily, and the direction of the experiment was correct.