Frilian at Elden Ring

She drew a complete version of the magic ring on the ground, then drew demigods corresponding to different shaped fragments, and piecing them together was considered reshaping.

Little did they know that Frillie was thinking about something else:

It's shattered so thoroughly, would it be repaired if it were refired?

"...I already have a basic understanding. Let's set our goal as collecting the Great Runes and conquering the surrounding areas. Since we'll eventually have to enter the royal city of Rodel, let's take a look at Stoneville in the royal city of Nymgford to confirm the location of the entrance."

As they were talking, Frilian had already sorted out her spoils. Compared to the abundant items at the front of the level, this place was much poorer, with nothing worth keeping.

Ordinary soldiers don't produce anything of value, so at most she can find and preserve the best equipment.

Storage.

After a simple categorization, she summoned her spirit horse and, as usual, used her wide-range magical perception to search for any omissions. If only there were treasure chests hidden like in the previous basement, but alas, her wish was not fulfilled.

"There are no hidden enemies here, but there seems to be a biological reaction in the dilapidated house ahead. Is she scared?"

She glanced at the cloaked girl behind her with an inquiring look.

"Fade-out individuals often attempt to challenge the demigod Grik, only to become part of his limbs. I suspect one of the survivors might know some information."

Chapter 15 Little Red Riding Hood Rodrik

The swift horse passed through the storm level.

After galloping for a while, a sudden gust of wind blew up Frilian's long silver hair in twin ponytails, sand and dust filled the air, and grass and trees were bent over.

She glanced at the map and realized she had arrived at Storm Hills.

As its name suggests, standing on it allows one to overlook the low-lying pass area. If a large force were stationed here, it would be able to crush any invading enemy from a superior position, and take advantage of the terrain to defeat the opponent in one charge.

But the reality is not so simple; the wind was too strong, making it unsuitable for stationing too many troops.

On the contrary, it is suitable as an acceleration point for cavalry charges, and riding the wind is enough to defeat the enemies in the level.

As expected, no fortress or capital city is simple; there must be many considerations involved. Therefore, Frilian judged that the entrance should be in a sheltered corner.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly, several wolves darted out from in front of them.

They were menacing, making grunting noises from deep within their throats, and even had bloodstains at the corners of their mouths. Those stationed in this area should not be short of food; they were likely cannibalizing people, or perhaps they were specifically raised by the garrison of Stoneville, otherwise they wouldn't be on the marching route.

Therefore, Frilian did not give the wolves any chance to escape, otherwise it would easily alert the guards.

Riding on horseback, she wielded her magical sword and swiftly swept past her target, cleaving him in two in an instant, leaving not a trace of his armor.

The snarling beast was instantly reduced to a corpse, reeking of blood.

"We're about to be exposed."

Although the wind is strong and could easily disperse the scent, based on experience, the garrison will continue to patrol, and it cannot be ruled out that there are also hunting dogs searching, so one person's limitations are ultimately limited.

The key to the game is to be cautious. Summon when you can, and gang up on the weak when you can outnumber them. She was satisfied that she arrived at the border in just two days. Retreating was not a loss, but there was still one thing left.

A sense of life could be felt in the dilapidated house not far away.

Following the scent, Frilian spurred her horse on and found a crying girl in a red hoodie.

The latter felt a sudden tightness in his body upon sensing the uninvited guest, almost scared out of his wits, clearly like a frightened bird.

"Don't worry, I'm a Faded One just like you. As colleagues, shouldn't we look out for each other? Rest assured, I won't hurt you."

"Ah."

She no longer cared whether they were enemies or not; she was now in a state of self-abandonment, utterly despondent. The lonely girl was filled with helplessness, not knowing where to go or what to do.

"I came from the front of the checkpoint. Have you spotted any messengers?"

"What! You got through there?"

The girl in the red hat looked incredulous. Who would actually come in through the main gate? And they didn't even give the messenger a chance to escape. The first reaction of an ordinary person would naturally be to question them.

After witnessing the other party pull out several regimental flags of Grik soldiers from his bosom, one had no choice but to believe it.

Then she pulled out her signature golden halberd, which was even more shocking. After all, the Great Tree Guardian was very famous in the Nymgford region and was the nightmare of many Faded Ones. If he handed over his weapon, he must have been beheaded. The murderer was right in front of him.

“My name is Frilian, a mage. I’m a new Faded One who just arrived at the border yesterday. I’d like to ask you about Grek.”

"My name is Rodrika."

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before she could speak. Perhaps it was the sense of security she felt from this powerful, faded person, but in any case, she finally had the courage to recount what had happened:

"...Everyone has had their limbs reattached. Those who came to the border with me and fought for me... their hands, feet, and heads were all cut off and turned into part of the spider. You know, after being attached to the spider, a person will grow like a pupa."

Rodrigo recounted the whole story in detail.

Unfortunately, they did not encounter Greck, but the demigod became increasingly ferocious in Frilian's mind.

Limb reattachment?

It really is exactly what it sounds like. It's said that this technology can also be used in weapons, making it a craft. But he prefers to use it on all sorts of bizarre and grotesque bodies, which is truly terrifying.

Even in reality, demons are rarely so tyrannical.

However, she declined to comment. The victor is king and the loser is a bandit. The Grek forces, who are facing challenges as monarchs, can indeed deal with their enemies, and the borderlands are rife with various bloody rituals and methods.

In fact, the most valuable intelligence Rodrigo possessed was about some of the troops in Stoneville.

Monsters such as large crossbowmen, mountain trolls, and limb-splitting nobles are a veritable hodgepodge.

Coupled with the fortress's formidable defenses, it truly deserves to be called a super fortress, difficult for one person to breach alone, and fraught with too many variables. Therefore, Frilian needs to plan carefully and cannot simply charge through.

If the goal is to become the King of Elden, simply breaking through fortresses and fighting won't be enough.

"Thank you for the information, I understand."

"So you're still heading towards Stoneville? Is it because you listened to the White Mask, or do you want to become part of the Spider...?"

"None of them. The goal is to kill Grek and take his place, but not now. I need to prepare."

Frilian's confident speech silenced Rodrica, who felt that her previous well-intentioned advice had been in vain. Was she about to witness another faded person being turned into limb material?

"You are not afraid?"

"I've seen far too many freaks, and while Grek is one of the better ones, he's not the absolute best. It's alright, besides, I'm not going to charge in right now. If you don't mind, I can send you away for a while."

Just as the two were talking, a group of people appeared at the entrance to Stoneville City in the distance.

They also had their hunting dogs sniffing the ground, seemingly alerting the area by snorting as if they had detected a danger.

The defending troops immediately realized that something was wrong and continued to send reinforcements.

Unless they're a bunch of idiots, they'll soon find the pack of wolves lying dead on the road and catch them red-handed in the little hut in Stormhill.

"Let's go."

Recalling all her fears, Rodrika obediently sat on the back of the spirit horse, leaning against Frilian as she felt a tremor. Meanwhile, Melina transformed into a spirit and merged into her body.

Torret was moving so fast that he quickly escaped the observation range of Stoneville City. It was only thanks to the vastness of Nymgford that he was able to escape the guards.

The surroundings were unusually quiet, but unfortunately it was getting late and we couldn't continue our journey.

"Just drop me off here."

Rodrigo dismounted and handed over a gift, asking, "Could you please take this child with you on your travels?"

You have obtained the item [Soul Jellyfish Ashes].

Frillie nodded. "Thank you for your gift. I wish you a safe return to the Round Table Hall. By the way, is there anywhere I can rest for the time being? I need to sort out my haul for today."

"Go in that direction and you'll find a small hut that can shelter you from the wind and rain, but it's said to be dangerous at night, so even if you're strong, you should be extra careful."

"Let's just say goodbye."

After waving, the silver-haired girl turned around, spurred her horse, and galloped away.

Chapter 16 The Bird of Death's Song: The Bell Bead Hunter

After riding the Torret at high speed for a while, a small, dilapidated house appeared ahead, drafty on all sides with a panoramic skylight.

Just then, a light drizzle began to fall, making it impossible for Frillie to find another place to stay.

Left with no other choice, she used her staff to piece together the floating debris. After much effort, the hut finally looked a bit more complete, which could be considered a good deed – the predecessors planted the trees so that the successors could enjoy the shade.

It's dark.

When they arrive at a new location, Frilian will switch to the player's perspective.

You won't know until you see it, and once you do, you'll immediately be on guard.

The floor was stained with several bloodstains. After being lit up, the player's figure rolled and attacked continuously, then suddenly froze and fell down, clearly indicating that he was fighting an enemy.

The white shadow dodged and weaved, fighting fiercely with its opponent, but could not escape its fate of being defeated. There were several similar cases, from which it could be vaguely deduced that the enemy was humanoid, wielding a greatsword or similar weapon, and attacking at a high frequency.

Be careful, do not linger at night, enemies may invade.

[During the day, there's a combat skills instructor named Bernal who can provide training; at night, Bell Bead Hunters will attack.]

[A dead bird has been spotted ahead at night.]

Remember to grab any dropped amulets; they're very useful for your brother.

I was just admiring the scenery when I was suddenly stabbed.

The barrage of information alerted Frillie, who calmly maintained her magical perception to scan her surroundings, appearing relaxed on the surface. The enemy must be lurking in the shadows, believing they could strike decisively under the cover of darkness, and they seemed quite adept at this tactic, having committed numerous attacks before.

Wait and see.

She continued to observe the white figures in the bloodstains, as the extreme disparity in character abilities left them in a sorry state and they were taught a harsh lesson.

He's supposed to be a warrior, but after a few rolls and slashes, he's out of energy and panting on the spot. That's really not good.

Similarly, you can deduce the enemy's movements from the white shadow's actions; they are also sluggish, sometimes even taking a few leisurely steps to give you an opening. Therefore, the other players' separate mechanics are very troublesome, rendering everyone crippled.

In contrast, Frilian's character performance is equivalent to the original character, and the enemies are also completely consistent with the setting.

In just a few games, I've encountered many overpowered bosses that can destroy a city or even a country. Some of these magnificent landscapes probably don't even exist in reality.

Advice can be taken into consideration, but one must be careful to discern its truth.

The silver-haired girl, unaware of any danger, untied her luggage from the bundle on Torret's back as usual.

The two major battles around the level have accumulated a large amount of weapons and equipment. The standard types don't need to be kept. Some are better suited to stay in the Blessing Space as collections, without taking up regular space.