Frilian at Elden Ring

Then we should press our advantage and strike while the iron is hot.

"You've shown me your strength, not bad. I should get some rest early tonight."

A sharp blade then sliced ​​through its wings, instantly obliterating and destroying its emaciated body. Another strike severed its claws, and it collapsed, completely losing its balance.

The continuous attacks stunned it, never expecting the situation to reverse so quickly. Little did it know that Frilian had no patience to communicate with monsters. Humans can try to communicate, but the hostile species should be eliminated.

Click!

A flash of light in the night sky destroyed the Bird of Death, and from then on, Nymgford would no longer linger among the skeletal birds.

Chapter 18 The Burial of the Demon Sword Frillien

Frilian's merciless attack completely annihilated the Death Bird.

The bizarre monster froze for a moment, then turned into white ashes and disappeared, leaving only scattered remnants as a sign that it had once existed.

"There are still some problems in the air."

She once again had the idea of ​​learning flight magic. Perhaps she could find the answer in the demons when she returned to reality, even if they didn't know how to use collective wisdom.

I have obtained the [Blue Feather Seven-Blade Sword Amulet]. The equipment note states that it grants the holder 50% damage reduction when their health is below 20%. If given to my brother, it would make him practically immortal, truly the King of Elden.

Player reviews can also be seen regarding equipment:

Don't say that your brother was nerfed into a brain-dead state; it's your fault for not knowing how to use it. Keep this accessory safe and take back your insult to your brother.

[BOSS: How come this ashes have an invincibility cheat?]

[A lifelike teardrop: What King of Elden? Just stand obediently behind me as a summoning snail]

[I'm in such a hurry, when can I go to the Eternal City of Noklon?]

Based on the limited information available, Frilian can confirm that the Blue Feather Seven-Blade Sword can amplify the power of a certain powerful ashes, though the specifics are still unclear.

But it's already impressive just from the literal meaning. After all, it can greatly increase damage reduction and improve the margin for error when a person's health is extremely low. It's practically a lifesaver and has strategic value.

Unfortunately, Frilian can now maximize its effect because there is a miracle spell that is 100% compatible.

Combines with the "Tears of Farewell" effect from Dark Souls: grants immunity to one death when health reaches 0.

[The Apostle of Archbishop Kalim]

The Miracles Taught by Moen

This is for the dying.

A miracle born from a time long enough to say goodbye.

Tears are shed for the living, far more so for the dead.

At Frilian's current level, few things can be fatal to her, but having more skills is never a bad thing. Leaving aside the various methods of the soul-based world, the curse magic of the demon race in reality has never been deciphered; perhaps only miracles can counter it.

In the game, she can choose her equipment according to the situation. However, in reality, she must always keep the Blue Feather Seven Blades and Farewell Tears equipped to ensure her safety, lest she be ambushed and killed in one blow.

As for the Bell Hunter, he doesn't have much of a good stuff; he's quite poor, after all, he's not exactly a powerful expert himself.

call!

Melina's figure appeared in the wind, and she murmured in surprise, "You actually beat me? What's your limit?"

"I do not know."

"You should be considered a hero. I bet the news from the front lines and tonight will spread quickly. Both White Mask and Rodrik will know your name and deeds. People will understand Frilian's abilities."

Since her partner was so strong, she was naturally happy, as it saved her a lot of trouble.

Having a reputation can reduce a lot of potential trouble, at least you won't be ridiculed by a few Gryrk soldiers.

"Those things are alright."

"Once you've been active for a while longer, I'll take you to the Round Table Hall, the gathering place of the Faded Ones, the Great Blessing where your colleagues reside, separate from the Borderlands."

"Well, we'll talk about it later. Right now, I want to rest well and I might sleep in."

Frillie had made it clear beforehand that she needed to have sweet dreams to make up for a long, tiring day. Who knew the second day at the border would be even more exhausting than the first? She needed to remember to balance work and rest.

Upon hearing this, Melina nodded and then disappeared.

She could tell that this faded person was powerful but led an irregular life, had a poor sense of time, and was someone she could worry about every day.

The silver-haired girl fell into a deep sleep by the dilapidated house next to the campfire.

The winds of Storm Hill gradually subsided, and the lingering aura of death weakened, even giving one a sense of spring returning to the earth.

After one night.

As always, the warrior Bernal wandered around the Nymgford region to relax. He would relieve his fatigue from time to time, and if the opportunity arose, he would generously teach him combat skills, as a way to soothe his soul. Otherwise, how could he survive in the crazy borderlands?

However, the atmosphere around Stoneville City is noticeably different today.

The usually undisciplined and domineering soldiers of the Grek were surprisingly tense, as the limb-splitting nobles led frequent patrols in search of a powerful faded one.

How could he not know, given his intelligence network with the Volcanic Mansion, a force under the demigod Rakad?

After questioning several prisoners, they learned that a newcomer had appeared in the King's Chapel two days ago. This was hardly news, but what was remarkable was that she had used her skills to kill the tree guards with only basic equipment.

The soldiers and the white-masked figures in the distance saw it all.

If the above could be explained by luck, the subsequent collapses of the next level and the Storm level demonstrate the true significance of the crime, indicating that the culprit has already gained some notoriety:

It's called "The Burial Sword" Frilian.

Intelligence suggests he's a magician, but his claim to fame was built on sweeping attacks with lightsabers, giving the impression that he's incredibly skilled in martial arts...

Bernal grabbed the soldier in front of him by the collar and punched him several times, leaving him with a bruised and swollen face.

"Who are you trying to fool? There's a huge gap between mages and warriors. A person can only choose one style at a time, otherwise they won't be able to utilize their physical attributes. Not to mention a swordsman among warriors, how could that be? Could it be a misjudgment?"

"do not know."

The prisoner honestly expressed the information he knew, admitting that as a lowly soldier, he was indeed not very clear about the details.

"What other information do you have? What does the area ahead of the checkpoint look like? Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

"It was all ruins, the ground had been plowed and left with traces of magical burning, and there were arrow holes everywhere, none of them were spared. She brought annihilation."

"In that case, what is Grek's reaction?"

"The lord was furious and killed more than a dozen people waiting to be reattached before he could barely calm down. He ordered us to capture Frilian and take her over, so that the Faded Ones would learn the power of the Fragment King."

Upon hearing this, Bernal sneered, "He's just a guy who disguised himself as a woman and ran away during the Battle of Rodel. What's he so arrogant about?"

After dealing with the soldiers, he continued north to investigate, heading to the cabin he frequented.

It's been a while since I've been here; perhaps it should be maintained...

"and many more!"

The warrior with superhuman eyesight instantly spotted the traces left by the dead bird, and the presence of the Bell Hunter's aura was also present. A great battle must have taken place here last night, and the victor is resting in the dilapidated house.

Although its aura was somewhat concealed, it was as conspicuous as the sun to a top-tier warrior like Bernal.

He also concealed his aura and cautiously stepped forward. If he alerted the people inside, he might be attacked from a distance, so Bernal decided to stealthily proceed.

However, he underestimated how relaxed the other party was.

A silver-haired, pointed-eared girl was seen leaning against the wall, wrapped in a blanket, fast asleep, completely oblivious to the potential danger.

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Chapter 19 Combat Skills Instructor Bernal

Which faded person can relax to the point of sleeping without any defenses?

Anyway, Bernal witnessed it today. This kind of comfort cannot be said to be the behavior of the weak. It is probably a better way to adapt to the border area.

Moreover, he could feel a gaze fixed on him, though he couldn't see it clearly. It must have come from a spirit. If he truly harbored ill intentions, the other party would certainly have countermeasures.

Don't be foolish enough to judge based on appearances.

Bernal had no interest in observing strangers' sleeping faces, so he simply practiced his combat skills in front of the hut. Just as he was thinking this, the silver-haired girl in front of him opened her eyes and yawned, and his magical perception had already locked onto the target.

"Good morning, my name is Bernal, a faded one like you."

"Good morning to you too. I heard you come to this house often. I guess I'm staying here for a while. Thank you very much."

"It's unclaimed, so don't be polite."

The two seemed to be having a pleasant conversation, but they were observing each other closely. Without any extra tricks, their honed intuition had already judged each other's strength.

Frillie's heart tightened. If even a random Faded Warrior she encountered was of such skill, then the demigod Grek would be quite a challenge. She would have to train harder to level up.

Bernal raised an eyebrow and noticed the ordinary straight sword stuck in the wooden board.

It's worn out.

But the damage was strange; it was like deliberately colliding the sword's body with an extremely heavy weapon—a greatsword! And it bounced back repeatedly!

"Could you be the one who destroyed the Demon Sword, Frilian?"

"The name is right, but what's with the title? I'm a magician."

"You have a wrong name but a right nickname. I understood when I saw your sword. Only a swordsman with unparalleled skill can do that. I will tell my friends that you are a great swordsman worthy of respect."

"Well, since we've become famous anyway, I'll thank you all. It's also thanks to the Grek soldiers' publicity."

Frillie didn't expect to become famous in just two days. Following Melina's advice worked, but unfortunately the rumors were not accurate enough, and people couldn't even distinguish the mage class.

"You want to be famous?"

"Yes, one day I will seize the Great Rune of the demigod Grek and occupy the city of Stoneville. If I remain unknown, it will be difficult to win people's hearts."

It wasn't actually that strict; she just wanted to try out different ways of playing.

In the past, I always traveled around alone, running around doing all sorts of things. Why not try to take control of a force and, incidentally, research magic and everything in the borderlands together? Wouldn't that be more convenient?