Frillian in the Elden Ring

Fulilian's eyesight instantly understood the fundamental reason why the girl with long orange hair was unconscious. If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be helpless because there was too much magic power in this petite body that could explode at any time.

The dead Azalt is still causing trouble, but she is the most patient person and can slowly sort out the magic.

Some are busy.

People in the elf village don't need to worry. According to their compatriots' sense of time, it is normal for them to wander around in the forest for ten days or half a month without coming back, so there is no need to worry about it.

She carefully held the girl in her arms.

It fits the body to the greatest extent while transmitting magic power. One hand supports the back and the other hand touches the forehead. A warm magic power flows through it, and the vast volume destroys the remaining energy.

"As expected of a Demon General's move, even the aftermath is troublesome to deal with. Fortunately, we didn't let him into the village."

While healing, Fulilian also did not forget to maintain a wide range of magical perception.

nobody.

The demons must have attacked a convoy of soldiers, including some family members and servants, and even a high-ranking knight. Sadly, they were all killed. Their style was truly unrelenting, and no one else could be found.

But after careful calculation, the convoy's target was the neighboring town, most of them must have relatives there, and the town was temporarily safe.

After all, the demon clan's current front line has reached its limit.

The annihilation of the elite Azalt troops, who served as the spearhead, meant a sharp drop in the pressure on the front lines. Even if the Great Demons appeared to reinforce the front, they would have to stay here and not advance any further.

In fact, in terms of absolute number losses, it is impossible to shake the demon clan who are full of masters. The problem lies in time.

The death of a large number of elite frontline fighters, including commanders, in a short period of time will cause a gap, which is enough to stop them from charging too fast.

It’s okay to keep going.

The united human army would certainly not mind giving the reckless man a beating.

Besides, Fulilian would not allow the forest where the elf village was located to fight alone. It was necessary to organize a defense line with the surrounding towns, otherwise losing it would mean imminent extinction.

Even if the Demon King charges, she won't retreat a single step. At most, she'll just touch him...

"cough!"

Suddenly, the girl in his arms coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Her breathing gradually recovered, and she was no longer in danger of suffocation. Her vitality recovered at a visible speed, and she opened her eyes.

He was surrounded by warmth, and in front of him was a silver-haired elf with pointed ears. He had a calm temperament, but he smiled at the successful rescue.

She had felt doomed for a moment. After all, being targeted by a demon like that meant her life was almost certain to end. She was lucky enough to be hiding temporarily, but it couldn't change the outcome. She feared she would become a wandering ghost. Unexpectedly, she was rescued.

The abundant physical strength reminded the girl of the reality of life, which turned into warm tears that overflowed from her eyes and blurred her vision.

"My name is Fulilian. It's safe here, and I've healed your injuries."

"My name is Volame."

"What a nice name! You are a strong child. You will surely be blessed in the future if you survive a disaster. This is not just consolation. I found that you are very adaptable to magic and have good talent. Otherwise, I would not be able to save someone who is not cooperating."

"Thank you, I will never forget this kindness."

"You're welcome. Human eternity is too short for me. Just live it easy. Can you walk on your own? I have things to do."

Volame nodded obediently and stood there awkwardly, watching his savior check the bodies one by one and collect the belongings, while digging graves to bury the unfortunate victims.

I heard that the elves have no concept of death and do not necessarily respect funerals, and Fulilian is an outlier.

Although she also has a dull feeling, she looks very humane. Her figure constantly digging the soil shows that she cares about them. At least she doesn't want to see these people die in the wilderness.

"Do you have any family in the surrounding towns?"

"Have."

"That's good. I'll give you a short ride afterwards. I hope you don't get into trouble next."

Such thoughtfulness! Fulilian's behavior at this moment overturned the impression Volame had formed from the rumors. She was not some heartless elf, but on the contrary, very caring. She must have grown up in an environment rich with emotions.

On the other hand, the demons were notorious for their fake smiles, and the strange and terrifying feeling of imitating humans was frightening. They were said to be as dull as elves, but they were a completely different species.

"Sir, those demons..."

"They're all dead, killed by me. I still have some stolen belongings that don't belong to them. Please return them to their original owners."

Licking the loot is a necessary step, but some of the loot was obviously from humans, so Fulilian didn't take it. Maybe the owner's family needs it more, so she will find someone to take it away then.

As for gold, silver, jewelry and the like, just pick them and accept them. After all, you won't be able to go to the town without money. Since the demons are so blind as to deliver them to your door, just accept the spoils.

The calmness with which she displayed her trophy astonished Volame.

ended?

General Azalt, a formidable figure for the combined armies of the Kingdom, has fallen? He was a formidable butcher, yet his death was anything but earth-shattering, the killer looking as if he had just kicked a stray dog.

Fulilian would probably forget about the general the next day. It wasn't worth it for such a powerful person to bother with him.

The red-haired girl looked out at the forest in the distance. The remaining magic power there was like an abyss and a prison, faintly resonating with the person in front of her. It was likely to be a quick, one-sided crushing battle.

In comparison, he could only flee everywhere to save his life, and had no power to resist the attack of the demons.

"You must be very strong, right?"

"It is."

"Then may I ask, Lady Fulilian, could you teach me magic?"

This question startled her slightly. She had truly never considered this aspect. She frequently sought apprenticeships in the game, but in real life, she didn't have a single true disciple to inherit her knowledge. Wasn't this a bit too selfish? It didn't align with the ideal of spreading magical skills.

On the bright side, the wisdom of another world can take root and sprout here, and we can also have an extra assistant.

To think of the worst, since I have already participated in the war against the demons, if one day I die at the hands of the enemy and the knowledge is lost along with it, that would be a huge sin and I would die with regret.

Fulilian hated magicians who kept their skills secret until they died.

How to do?

"Taking on a disciple is a hassle, so I don't have any plans for the time being. But you have good talent and are quite resilient. It would be a shame to waste such a good talent..."

Volame's face was initially gloomy upon hearing the refusal, but after hearing what the Elf Senior said, there was still hope. Actually, it didn't matter whether he became her disciple or not. As long as she was willing to teach, he would accept her as his master.

After thinking for a moment, Fulilian took out a notebook, which contained her experience when she first started learning magic. It was all basic, and the underlying logic would not become outdated with the passage of time.

So she confidently handed it over to the child, telling him it wouldn't be too late to teach him other things after he had mastered the basics.

Feeling the weight of the notebook, Volame's eyes lit up as if she had found a treasure. She flipped through it and found only profound material, but she was determined to delve deeper. This wonderful field filled her with a strong curiosity.

"Don't be in a hurry to read it yet. I'll take you to town after I'm done with my work. I'll tell you some tips on the way so you don't have to take detours."

"really?"

"And there are some unique secret techniques, such as my soul magic."

Fulilian was impressed by Volame's talent. With Teacher Serlian working alongside her at the border, she should have a real-world helper. Furthermore, this magic, a culmination of knowledge from several worlds, was enough for a human to master for a lifetime.

Wouldn't it be much easier to conduct research on both fronts and communicate with each other, which would maximize efficiency?

Half a day later, a cemetery was completed.

For Fulilian, who used magic throughout the process, it was not difficult. The most tedious step was to confirm the identity and the corresponding relics, and the rest could be handed over to the family.

Human beings already have a standard process for this. War has changed too many concepts and reshaped life.

Volame placed flowers and bowed to each tombstone. She said that a close relative of hers had passed away, and everyone fought to the last moment for a chance of survival, which was worthy of mourning.

"It's getting late, maybe we should get some sleep before setting off again."

"In the cemetery?"

"This is convenient, since we're traveling, there's no need to be so particular... Never mind, I'll make an exception today."

It was very easy for Fulilian to build a simple house by raising the earth and raising the wall. She could do it with just a wave of her hand, but she didn't care about it in her daily life, so she didn't even think about it.

The silver-haired girl waved her staff and sheltered the astonished Volame in a small hut.

Since one does need to be careful when taking care of children, she is actually not inexperienced, because there are compatriots of all ages in the elf village, and she occasionally helps to watch over the neighbors, but she doesn't know if humans are more vulnerable.

"Get some sleep, I'll keep watch."

As she spoke, Fulilian took off her coat and covered the girl with it, while she herself remained in a meditative state, refining her magic power anytime and anywhere.

On the contrary, she sleeps more in the game, because sleep is essentially a dream. Reality is full of enemies that can actually threaten her life and cannot be neglected, so she spends more time cultivating her magic power, otherwise her thousand-year-old body will not be in vain.

Volame was slightly startled when she felt the body heat on her clothes. There was also a hint of floral fragrance, as if coming from a flower field.

"Can I lean on Lady Fulilian?"

"casual."

Hearing this, she leaned cautiously into his arms. In fact, the elf senior was very petite, soft, and even bony, but he gave people an inexplicable sense of security, probably from his magic.

The more carefully you perceive it, the more you will find that there is a slight shaking in the magic column. The actual total amount is probably multiplied by 5 times, no, it is possible to be 10 times.

Since Volame was in the safest place in the world, he naturally slept soundly without any worries. His long eyelashes soon stopped trembling and he fell into a peaceful sleep. He was so tired, and the terrifying day was finally over.

Her body slid, and her head fell from her shoulders to her thighs, which were softer in comparison, so she slept more soundly.

At this moment, Fulilian took a deep look at the so-called cheap apprentice.

"You've actually noticed my hidden magic? How many more surprises can you bring me?"

Although the demons seemed to be at their peak, the era of humanity was still striding forward. Geniuses emerged one after another. Perhaps all they lacked was a systematic magical education...

The notes should be helpful, but unfortunately they are not enough for entry-level students. It would be great if future generations could develop a complete teaching system based on this.

The night passed gradually in meditation. Normally, Frelian would take a nap every now and then to replenish her energy, but this time, because she had the little one to protect, she had to stay alert the whole night.

the next day.

Volame, who woke up naturally, suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the silver-haired girl's arm.

"It turns out it wasn't a dream, you're still here."

"I won't leave until I'm sure you're safe. Hurry up and pack your bags and get going. This is the edge of the battlefield after all, so the sooner we act, the better."

At the same time, she discovered that Fulilian used her magic wand to release energy and slowly let her body float up a few centimeters, as if she was using the demon's flying magic for morning exercises. She should be imitating others, but she was making real progress.

It turns out that such a powerful elf senior has not forgotten to research new magic.

More importantly, she proved one thing: the sky is not the exclusive domain of demon wizards, humans can do it too.

There's nothing special about those intelligent monsters.

The uniqueness and sacredness they kept emphasizing were actually not worth mentioning. Even their most proud power was thwarted by an unknown elf. Then, Volame might also succeed, as long as he followed Lady Fulilian and asked for her advice seriously.

"This is the flying magic I'm trying to use. It's currently in the research and development stage, but I think the main shortcoming lies in proficiency. I'll tell you the specific technique later."

The study of the enemy should never stop, and flying magic is indeed very convenient.

Unfortunately, probably because the rules of the world are different, it is almost impossible to fly at the border area. I guess I have to rely on gravity magic or something like that there.

The two set off.

The Elf Forest is actually relatively remote, belonging to the corner of a horizontal fan-shaped battlefield, and the defense line is mainly to resist the attack from the demons and protect the central town behind it.

Now the northern part of the continent has basically fallen, and the most brutal battlefield is in the central part.

Faced with a crisis of life and death, the human kingdoms united, including the immortal race of the dwarves, forming a coalition to defend tenaciously. Unfortunately, overall, they were still at a disadvantage and faced the risk of further territorial encroachment...

The above information was shared by Volame. Information flow to the outside world is far greater than in the village, and Fulilian reported the following:

"In our world, magic is based on imagination and even more on the confidence in your ability to achieve it. At your age, you don't have that many fixed mindsets yet, so you're the best fit for research."

"My first tip for soul magic: the soul exists."

"You can place your soul in different objects, repair your soul and feed it back into your body, and strike the soul to cause irreversible curse-level damage..."

Not basic at all.

Therefore, Flillian had to instill relevant hypotheses and ideas into the child first, otherwise if he learned too much and thought that the soul did not exist, there would be no hope. It would be better to give Volame some inspiration and then use professional knowledge to assist.

In fact, the effects she mentioned have been realized one by one, especially the true damage attacks against the soul.

The reason why it is not used much is because it is currently limited to single-target environments, and we have too many single-target methods. Now the development focus is on large-scale legion-level combat.

Both real wars and border disputes have created an urgent need for this.

"Can I call you teacher?"

The sudden question from the girl next to her made Fulilian slightly startled. She gave the latter a puzzled look, as if asking a question.

"In human society, magic is difficult to learn. Even nobles have to go through a tedious apprenticeship ceremony, and they may not even possess true skills. And you even gave me your research results. Even if Lady Flillian doesn't approve, I will still regard you as my teacher."

"Well, it's not bad to have a talented disciple like you."

"Thank you."