Frilian at Elden Ring

boom!

A sharp sword suddenly swept towards the back of her head, but the silver-haired girl, as if she had foreseen it, easily dodged it with a leap, and then slashed out with her Franz Swift Sword, shattering the armor.

The Bell Hunter hadn't expected to encounter such a formidable opponent today. His sneak attack failed, and the sword even managed to open his armor, leaving a mark... no, it had already cut open. The wound was burning with pain, a testament to the power of the magic blade.

How exactly did you find me?

They've never failed in their raids here for years, always coming out on top. Why are they suddenly having bad luck today?

The warrior's intuition told him that his opponent was no ordinary person; the magical reaction gradually increased, becoming far more terrifying than before.

I was sweating profusely.

"It's your own fault for being too reckless and misjudging the difference in strength between us and the enemy; you'll have to pay the price."

Before she finished speaking, Frilian lightly stroked her staff, and a sharp light emanated from it. The weapon, formed from a single point of immense magical power, was so breathtaking.

Her sharp gaze locked onto the enemy, she raised her shield, ready to strike. Only then did the Bell Hunter fully realize that her prey had concealed its presence, never revealing its full magical power from the start—was it all a ploy to lure him in?

"Don't think that you can act recklessly just because you've reached this level."

"Then why not give it a try?"

"—How arrogant!"

Since the other party has issued such a provocation, Frilian must also show sufficient strength and be serious. As this is the second day of the marathon battle since arriving at the border, she cannot slack off.

Just as she was about to defend first and then attack, as usual, the Bell Hunter turned around and ran away in a flash.

So all those threats were just a distraction? Even now, Frilian wasn't sure of his intentions. Regardless, she summoned Torret to chase after him, using the spirit horse's speed to easily catch up with the target from behind.

Both sides proceeded cautiously and did not attack each other for the time being.

"Wait, could this direction lead to the dead bird?"

Sure enough, a giant bird resembling a skull swooped down from the sky, and the wind generated by its wings caused a large number of trees to collapse.

It must be the monster described in the admonition, which immediately targeted the individual with the strongest magical reaction upon its appearance. But the Death Bird was not reckless; it flapped its wings and circled to examine its target. Before its main body could attack, the magical aura of death had already spread out.

Just then, the Bell Jewel Hunter stopped, turned around, and charged forward with his greatsword, laughing wildly as he declared, "You don't understand this place. I'm going to win."

Lost it!

Frillie displayed exquisite dodging skills in weapon combat, managing to dodge every attack.

Just when he thought his move was sure to hit, the silver-haired girl showed him that there were still gaps and weaknesses... It was really mind-bending.

The Bell Hunter was enraged, relentlessly pushing her back into the deathly aura spread by the Death Bird. However, her resistance was unbelievable; she remained completely unmoved and instead withdrew her magic, a stark contrast to her previous fighting style.

Combat Technique: Storm Step!

This was the first time Frilian had used her native power since arriving at the border. With the addition of magic, its power was even greater. The shockwave generated the moment she stepped on the ground lifted people into the air.

How did the scenery in front of me suddenly turn into the air?

The next moment, the Bell Hunter felt the magic sword blade slice through his armor, and his proud equipment was as fragile as paper.

Click!

The blade pierced through his body, instantly killing him and rendering him immobile with pain. He still couldn't understand why a mage's combat skills were so formidable. He should have won at mid-range.

He clutched his wound and muttered, "For someone like you to linger in Nymgford, huh, I miscalculated."

The severely wounded Bell Hunter didn't even have time to witness the bird of death swooping down before a ripple tore him apart, sending blood raining down on him.

Fortunately, he dodged Frillie's finishing blow; unfortunately, his life hung by a thread.

The monster grew increasingly excited by the aura of death, raising its head and hissing with great agitation.

At this moment, it stared intently at the silver-haired girl, determined to devour this prey containing immense power, no matter how strong or what it was. Only the thought of a predator remained in its mind.

"Today was really busy."

The relentless battles that lasted all day showed no signs of fatigue for Frillie; she fought with increasing vigor and exhilaration, and the Stargazer character was rapidly adapting to the magical environment.

She accepted the grand welcome from the border region.

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Chapter 17 This is a parrying sword, from Ashina

call!

The bird of death suddenly swooped down, its sharp claws grazing Frillie's ear as it flew away.

Its lean physique amplified its speed, making it faster and faster as it soared through the air, constantly eyeing its targets on the ground. An aura of death emanated from it, and its imposing presence from its high vantage point was oppressive.

On the other side, the Bell Hunter struggled to his feet.

Driven by their instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, both powerful beings understood that they had to eliminate a powerful third party whose magical reactions warranted a joint attack.

They stared at the silver-haired girl from both sides, their murderous intent even more chilling in the cold night.

"Retreat?"

Melina was terrified by this scene, hence her question, fearing that the Faded One might be too reckless and perish here. After all, the Bell Hunter and the Dead Bird duo were no easy opponents, and there were too many variables in a fight against overwhelming odds.

"That won't work; they can fly."

"You're really good at making calm judgments. Isn't there any magic that can cover the retreat?"

"No need, because tonight is enough to deal with them, especially the dead bird, which carries a precious amulet."

Frillie held her staff horizontally with one hand, while her other left hand gripped a simple, unadorned straight sword, its sharpness revealed after being amplified by powerful magic. It wasn't a shield; the focus here was on offense.

The change in stance was directly reflected in the pressure, and a surge of magical energy emanated from it.

She alone overwhelmed the spirit of the Bell Hunter and the Death Bird; it was the aura of a warrior forged through countless trials, indomitable, and whose power was extracted from iron and fire.

Even the most inept soldier can sense the danger.

However, they are by no means the kind of people who would easily let their prey go, especially since the two sides have already become enemies, and the conflict will not end until one side is completely eliminated.

Track down the Soul Crystal.

The silver-haired girl suddenly waved her staff, unleashing a large number of blue crystal fragments that flew into the sky and attacked the dead bird directly. The agile monster naturally flapped its wings to dodge, but unexpectedly, the bird still managed to bite its tail.

Damn it, the crystal block is still chasing me.

It wasn't that it hadn't considered taking the hit head-on, but the magic that Frilian had poured into it was too terrifying; it couldn't imagine what would happen if it hit.

If dodging isn't an option and catching isn't an option either, then the only remaining choice is to constantly move around to slow down its aggression.

The bird of death cried out and hovered in the air, while the mages on the ground continued their pursuit.

"Go to hell."

Seizing the opportunity, the Bell Hunter lunged forward, his greatsword whistling as it slashed down, only to be met with a crisp clang. A mage had actually managed to block the attack with a light-weight weapon. He was unwilling to accept defeat; the excruciating pain from his wounds only fueled his ferocity.

"Now that I've taken out a greatsword, you're the one who should be hiding."

The enraged warrior brandished his blade, while Frilian, who was not wielding her dominant hand, could only parry. Her stance caused him to be repeatedly evaded, resulting in a constant clanging of metal against metal.

She couldn't understand how she did it, and what was even more humiliating was that she maintained firepower suppression against the dead bird.

The messenger of death, who sowed death from the sky, was trapped in mid-air, unable to launch his deadly attack.

Ping Pong Pong!

The silver-haired girl would sometimes hold her sword horizontally, sometimes raise it vertically, and sometimes gently tap the point of force on the greatsword to deflect it. Her skill was superb, unparalleled, and her pure technique made her defenses flawless.

I admire him greatly. If it weren't for the life-or-death struggle, he would have praised him endlessly.

The seasoned Bell Hunters gradually discovered the secret: use your weapon to strike the weak point of the enemy's weapon with minimal effort to create a block!

He had to be careful, because this move was not just for defense; as the weapons clashed more frequently, his balance was constantly increasing, and he was afraid that an opening would appear. However, just as he was about to catch his breath and regain his stance, his opponent pursued him relentlessly.

"Hey, what kind of technique is that? Where did you learn it?"

"The dagger originates from Ashina Country."

Taking advantage of the conversation, Frilian slowed down her attack slightly and replenished her magical weapon. The reason for the delay was that she wanted to see the style of the experts from the border region.

Her stance, with her blade held horizontally, was flawless in the eyes of the Bell Hunters, and their attacks were met with a dense barrage of parries.

"I heard that there is a reed land outside the border, where a great swordsman named Old Man came from. The world is truly full of wonderful coincidences."

"Actually, I'd rather hear about the information from powerful magicians."

"Take a closer look at your swordsmanship and footwork; you are clearly a first-rate warrior!"

At this point, the Bell Hunters felt a surge of excitement and a sense of resonance. Although the dripping blood constantly took away their warmth, they were thrilled. To fight to the death against such a powerful opponent was enough to satisfy them, and they were prepared.

boom!

The sound of a magical explosion accompanied by the mournful cry of a dead bird marked the crash of the once-arrogant monster.

Thinking it could evade the tracking soul crystal fragments, it dodged left and right, but it could never escape the barrage of fire and eventually got a beating, its wings already broken.

"Roar!"

The pain stimulated its sensory nerves, causing the dead bird to completely succumb to its monstrous consciousness. After crashing to the ground and creating a large crater, it began to frantically scratch and attack everything around it, including the Bell Hunters who had their backs to it, as they were blocking its target for revenge.

He was well aware of what terrifying thing was watching him, but he couldn't move his body, so he could only muster all his strength to deliver a slash.

As expected, I encountered a rebound, and the force of the impact was so great that I lost my balance and knelt on the ground.

The next moment, Frilian executed him with her straight sword.

The moment the sword was drawn, a shower of blood rained down, and the Bell Hunter, who had committed countless murders, was finally killed. His last eyes held a hint of satisfaction; at least he hadn't died at the hands of a monster, a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

You have already obtained the [Beast Bone Vendor's Bell Bead], which can be used to unlock items.

There was no time to grieve for the passing of the Bell Hunters; the next to appear was the Death Bird.

"Roar!"

It didn't care about assessing the difference in strength; it just charged forward headlong, opening its massive skeletal maw to spew out rings of roaring ripples, each containing an aura of absolute death.

Upon encountering a force of unknown nature, Freya's first instinct was to avoid it, while simultaneously casting several layers of protective resistance. This was magical technology from the real world, capable of weakening most, except for some inescapable curses from demons.

The cautious action was interpreted as fear, and the already crazed dead bird raised its head and laughed, as if mocking the enemy's pathetic escape.