Frillian in the Elden Ring

It had no idea how to fight against this powerful enemy with no blind spots, and while it was hesitating, another arrow grazed its wings, and this time it finally caused the monster to fall.

"You've lost your fighting spirit, so let's end this as soon as possible."

Frillian rode Torret to the side of the Death Ritual Bird. The condensed light on the top of the staff was different from the previous soul crystal block. It was another holy and warm new power: the purification of sunlight healing.

She had been conceiving of the purification of undead targets a long time ago, and this method is most effective in border areas.

hum!

The body of the monster that was illuminated gradually turned into a shadow and continued to dissipate.

Even if it struggled to get up or used its power to pollute the surroundings, it would be of no avail. The holy power protected the plants and trees, leaving no trace of death and easily dissolving them.

"Has your magic advanced again?"

Melina asked in surprise, "Could it be used to suppress the Deadborn?"

“In theory, it works.”

"So what's missing?"

"It would be much easier if I understood the secrets of life at the junction. It should be helpful for both the Deadborn and the Scarlet Corruption."

As a witch, she is the first person to understand the progress of Frelian's magic research. She has opened countless research lines, but she is still happy to come up with new ideas. What's more important is that each line has made progress. She is not the type who bites off more than she can chew.

Perhaps only those who have witnessed a great deal of magical experience and have unparalleled talent in the world can do this.

The Full Moon Queen is in the academy, not far away, but Melina believes that the former genius stargazing girl is not as good as the Soul Fire King. Even those who are both magic kings have their own strengths and weaknesses.

Wow!

After the Death Ritual Bird completely disappeared, the deep pit it created was quickly filled with lake water as if nothing had happened.

Tip: You have obtained the [Ancient Dead Ghost] magic.

Fulilian raised a brow. The name didn't sound like a good thing, likely specializing in necromancy. This thing would be even less popular in real life, practically associated with demons. But performance was what mattered.

[Magic performed by those who serve death]

[Can summon a large number of resentful spirits that pursue relentlessly]

【Power can be enhanced by charging】

[It is said that these are ancient embers of death that the bird of death pulled out from the spiritual fire]

She immediately caught the key word "tracking". Any magic with tracking ability and the ability to fly has a mechanical advantage, not to mention the unique necromancy system, which is naturally in line with her own soul magic, and the actual performance will only be stronger.

call.

As soon as she thought of this, Fulilian waved her staff, and suddenly a large number of skulls appeared, with gray-black flames burning behind them.

"You can only know after trying it. The tracking is good, but the speed is too slow..."

If you really want to fight, you can rely on stacking numbers. It is more convenient when facing a legion, and you can always hit a lot of them, but you won't give a flexible single strong enemy a chance.

"Wait, the Ancient Dead Ghost is a summon, and the Corps of Ashes is also a summon. Both are empowered by the power of the dead, and the principles are the same. So, can we strengthen the Corps of Ashes?"

"Or I can actively transform the ashes. No, I can create the ashes of wronged souls. As long as the attributes match, it will be fine."

She looked at the skeletal remains of the death ritual bird.

In reality, such experiments shouldn't be conducted, as they're too blasphemous, but the borderlands aren't particularly sensitive to this. After all, everyone is immortal and believes in reincarnation, so necromancy is a major school of thought.

The staff lightly tapped the skeleton, and at the same time, Fulilian continued to condense the remnants of the wronged souls, then shook the bell, using its resonance to guide it.

call!

A biting cold wind blew by, echoing with the sound of resentment.

The Death Ritual Bird, upon discovering this summons, erupted in fury with its remaining obsession. "I'll be your test subject, dead or alive, right?" You're quite the expert at exploiting me.

Fulilian didn't care about the other party's roar at all, and continued to use great magic power to gather and piece together the death ritual bird in the form of a wronged soul, while casting a series of strengthening magic.

The next moment, it spread its wings and roared.

Its aura response was noticeably stronger than before, and its size had shrunk slightly, but the essence was concentrated. After the transformation, it was equally effective against the ash enhancement method, almost comparable to a heroic warrior. As the first wronged soul ash, it had a good starting point.

Then she rang the bell, and the Death Ritual Bird obediently returned, acting more like a puppet. Counting on intelligence was impossible, but the quantity guaranteed cost-effectiveness.

"I heard that the eldest prince Godwin will have a necromancy guard knight under his command."

The information revealed by Melina made Fulilian frown slightly.

"I'm not the first person to use a similar method, but does that mean the Royal City has one more type of soldier?"

"really."

"No matter how you look at it, the Royal City has an absolute advantage in terms of core strength."

"Don't worry, it's the result of thousands of years of accumulation. And the Faded Ones don't necessarily need to completely defeat Rodel's army. As long as you can sneak into the throne room and kill the guardian there, it will be enough. Besides, I'm familiar with the route, so it's easy for me to be your guide."

"You don't understand. When I accepted the allegiance of the Southern nobles, I lost the option of sneaking in."

"why?"

"Many people risked their lives just to participate in the Battle of Rodel, seeking that baptism. Although I'm an outsider, I can sense its essential symbolic significance for the Yatan Plateau being under siege."

Melina couldn't help but nod at Fulilian's words.

From the witch's perspective, all the Faded One needs to do is touch the golden tree.

To put it bluntly, we don't expect you to be a king, just repair the magic circle. It's okay to regard you as a tool.

Melina felt a little embarrassed, realizing she was still clinging to old-fashioned ideas. Wasn't she so focused on her mission that she neglected Fulilian? No, she should think from the perspective of assisting a king.

The heroic deeds of the quasi-king Vic and the rebel Bernal in the past have raised the standard for the Faded Ones, making everyone expect the powerful Faded One to become king.

That depends on history.

Ever since the Shattering War, people have retained the idea that "to be king, one must lead the army to conquer the Yatan Plateau and occupy the royal city."

I hope that the later Quasi-King Fader will also be reproduced.

If Fulilian had rejected the nobles' offers to join her and single-handedly stormed into the Golden Tree to claim her throne, no one would have said anything negative and they would have flocked to her. But choosing to rise from the south represented a different path.

As if history had come true, the new Faded One was about to lead an army to conquer the royal city.

It's none other than you.

If he still thinks about sneaking in alone, it will disappoint his subordinates, and Melina also hopes to witness a new ruler with a perfect path to becoming king, which can be called absolute legitimacy.

At this point, she would not say "I wish I hadn't accepted Hyde's allegiance", because the recovery of the South depends entirely on the cooperation of both sides. They are not only fighting for the throne, but have already begun to restore the border areas with the people in mind.

So Fulilian chose the right path, but the standard answer is often more difficult, and she has to face the royal city of Rodel directly.

"No wonder you're considering strengthening your armaments now."

"It doesn't matter. You can't rush things like this. It's easy to make mistakes if you're too hasty. Even if the army isn't strong enough in the end, at most we can use high-end combat power to make up for the difference. Ultimately, as long as I'm strong enough, that's all that matters."

"The logic is correct, but it's too dangerous. After all, even the strongest demigod, Latarn, and his coalition forces couldn't break through the protection of the Blessing King."

“We’ll see the truth then.”

Since her partner is confident, Melina will express her support first. After all, the road is still long, and there is no guarantee that stronger troops will appear. What's more, experiments are already being conducted.

To be honest, Frillian had never commanded a large-scale siege, so she was also unsure.

But don't be afraid of the towering city walls, there is always a way.

After cleaning up the battlefield, she gazed towards the academy. The sky was getting brighter, the mist dissipating, and the scenery, once hazy and beautiful, was now even clearer. It was a good time to hurry on; she should complete her exploration of the academy as soon as possible.

The spirit horse responded to the call and galloped towards the academy gate, carrying Fulilian and Melina.

……

South of Lienya, next to the lake pavilion.

Daylight swept away the hazy mist of the past, and the sky suddenly became brighter, and everything flourished. The nocturnal monsters hibernated, making this place a rare tranquility.

Riding onto Torret, Fulilian raised a brow and sniffed carefully. A faint, yet subtle, scent of cooked shrimp lingered on the breeze. Such a leisurely and elegant atmosphere? Could it possibly be related to some plot clue? This new area was truly full of surprises.

I originally planned to just walk around the Magic Academy and observe it, but I unexpectedly found something unexpected. I might as well go and take a look.

At the same time, she was quick to discover that there was a girl with a green noble family in the pavilion in the center of the lake.

"Hello, you over there. My name is Laya. Can I help you?"

Following the sound, Fulilian paid more attention, because for some reason, Laya in front of her had hunched shoulders and gave off an inexplicable snake-like aura.

But out of politeness she still replied: "You can also call me Fulilian."

"what!"

The girl was slightly startled by the fame, her hands covering her mouth as her eyes widened. Could it be that she had just been out for a walk and had met someone so important? A closer look at the outfit and the magical reaction showed no sign of fakery.

Some portraits of the Soul Cinder King have circulated, not to mention his appearance mentioned in anecdotes, at least the iconic long pointed ears and emerald eyes are correct.

"Don't be so embarrassed, just treat me as a traveler. Now, let's get back to the point. How can I help you?"

"A necklace very precious to me was taken away by a rogue."

Laya pointed to the house that smelled of cooked shrimp. "He's right there. Please bring him back for me. I'll definitely reward you."

"You do seem to come from a good background."

Fulilian had seen the world of the border area before, so at least she would not mistake the noble clothing or the elegance displayed in their gestures.

But her rich experience taught her not to just listen to one person.

"By the way, that shrimp cook is also a faded one. I don't force you to be hostile to your compatriots. A peaceful ending is best."

"Let's go together."

“Actually, I’m a little scared…”

"It's okay, what am I afraid of if I join you?"

As she spoke, Fulilian smiled brightly. For some reason, Laya shuddered, but she finally nodded. Indeed, the weather in Lake Lienia was a bit chilly for her. She should have put on more clothes.

The two walked slowly side by side on the lake, and unknowingly talked about their respective purposes.

The heart of the Faded One is known to everyone. She did not hide the fact that her target was the Magic Academy, but she did not say it in a final word. The Great Rune could be left to the Full Moon Queen, where it would be more valuable.

Laya reveals that she comes from the Volcano Mansion and serves its master, Tanis. Her daily activities are recruiting heroes, as part of her duties.

It’s tricky!

This judgment wasn't just based on Frelian's intuition; it was also based on Patch's mention of the Volcano Residence. If it was associated with him, it was probably not a good place. Furthermore, it belonged to Justice Larcade, one of the Shard Lords, and the site of the most brutal battlefield of the Shattered War.

"Isn't it dangerous for you to travel alone?"

"Your Majesty, wild beasts generally won't attack me when they see me. I'm lucky after all these years of action."

Laya felt the silver-haired girl look at her deeply and then nodded.

"Hope you're a lucky girl."

She changed the subject: "I once heard the name Volcano Residence from an old friend. Coincidentally, he might be your colleague..."

"Who?"

"It would be better if I told you myself, wouldn't it, Mr. Patch?"

Fulilian suddenly turned her head and stared in one direction. Within the permanent range of magical perception, a sneaky person could not hide, let alone an entire gang of thieves. This guy was doing some shady business again.

Little did he know that a certain bald man was sweating profusely, and was targeted by the hunter, the undead, and the faded one. What a bad fate.

Patch rubbed the back of his head, smiled awkwardly, and stood up to greet him: "How are you, Your Majesty?"

"Have you made a comeback?"

"How dare I? At most, I'll just do a commission for the nobles, but I won't disrupt the overall situation. After all, everyone knows that Lake Lienia will soon become your territory."

As expected of Patch, he speaks tactfully as always, and doesn't mind flattering you as long as you are humble.

Unfortunately, Fulilian no longer buys into this.

"I came to the Lakeland not to bring war to anyone, but to spread the healing power of soul magic far and wide. If anyone still acts as a stumbling block, they are the public enemy of the borderland."

"You are right. Your Majesty will definitely reshape the world."

It's Patch's style to make exaggerated statements. In fact, he is more confident than anyone that the Fader can succeed because her previous different identities have all saved the world without exception.

The border area is vaster, more all-encompassing, and has countless lives. What will it look like when it begins to revive?

"really?"

Laya's eyes lit up and she couldn't help clapping her hands. After all, she had heard a lot about the deeds of the Soul Fire King.