Frilian at Elden Ring

Then she acquired an amulet, the [Mage's Orb], which could amplify damage. The item itself was good, but its description made her wonder, as if it foreshadowed a layer of danger.

The Academy's Nightmare—Known as the Wizard's Ball

Amulets made in his image can enhance the power of magic.

Within the magic of Radiant Stones, there is a taboo known as "Origin."

[Gathering magicians into a sphere, transforming them into star seeds—]

For origin theorists, this is a means of exploration.

and many more!

Could this be the ultimate form that the Originists are pursuing? Maybe one day, Professor Seren will look like this? Probably not... Right now, she's been led down the path of soul magic, and is most likely still working with Tops to perfect the force field.

However, Frillie was still worried and had to avoid this ending, at least by taking into account the player's warning:

I call this amulet "Petty Serenity".

This is hell!

This is a commonly used amulet for mages, but we have many ways to increase damage, so we don't need another one.

Why does Teacher Seoren turn into a magic ball? How can this be prevented?

[When you ask her to find two Origin School masters, don't tell her. Luther is in Gelid, and Azle is in the volcano. They will give you the Destruction Meteor and Comet Azle magic respectively. You don't have to find the former, but you absolutely must get the latter.]

[One shot from Yazler and the boss is done, so satisfying!]

Having learned the general outline, Frilian felt somewhat relieved. It was good that it could be avoided, and besides, she didn't think Seren would rush headlong into it now.

“I appreciate your sincerity, but I still need to meet the Full Moon Queen. I’m quite interested in her secret arts.”

"No, Your Majesty, the room ahead is the only way through, and there are Red Wolves of Radagan inside."

"Who is that?"

"Your Majesty, it is the red wolf that King Radagan of Elden placed in the magic academy, to protect Queen Full Moon. Normally it would ignore us ordinary mages, but it will arouse its hostility towards you, Your Majesty."

The monks spoke with trepidation, still feeling lingering fear when they recalled being threatened by the red wolf.

That monster—no, it should be called a wise beast—is one of the many beasts in the borderlands that keep company with kings and possess profound wisdom; the red wolf is no exception.

In any case, most mages are filled with awe for those kinds of beasts.

Fleurian continued to press for information.

It turns out that before Radagan became King of Elden, he left many arrangements for his maternal family, such as having the Red Wolves guard the interior of the academy and control the only road leading to the depths, which was almost impossible to bypass.

Strangely, the complete silence made people feel that the missing person was not heartless. Although some jokingly called him "Wang Fu," he was at least a top hero back then.

The arrangements he left behind must not be simple.

In Frilian's view, this person was also one of the targets that needed to be investigated thoroughly, as it concerned the secrets of the Golden Tree.

After all, the dismissal of the first king, Govre, and the welcoming of the second king, Radagan, was a major turning point for the Golden Dynasty, laying the groundwork for many later conflicts. There must have been some secret planning behind the scenes that was unknown to the world.

Therefore, after hearing about Red Wolf's background, she was not afraid at all, but rather became more interested.

"No."

“Even if His Majesty is very powerful, it would be difficult for a mage to deal with that kind of red wolf. It is very agile, can take flight, is good at high-speed magic, and has a strong physique. It is practically made for us mages by Radagan, not to mention that we are at a disadvantage in fighting in a confined space.”

“Red Wolf is definitely monitoring the academy to make you wary, otherwise you power-grabbing guys would have assassinated the Queen long ago.”

"Lenara is at least a demigod, how dare we?"

"Your Majesty, we've analyzed this far; you should be careful or try to avoid it..."

What appears to be a lively discussion of reconciliation is actually a scheme by some to incite conflict between the two sides.

If Soul King and Red Wolf fight and both are severely injured, wouldn't that be a free win? Everyone would be happy, and the academy might be able to eliminate two threats in one fell swoop.

Frilian saw through it but didn't say anything.

She unfolded the map and examined it carefully. It was a more detailed map of the academy, offered by the mage himself, and it was indeed difficult to avoid the Red Wolf. Unless one was willing to scale walls and leap across rooftops, but did she really think the Red Wolf wouldn't budge?

The enemy has already locked onto the intruder's presence. Even if you try to avoid them, they will still come after you. There's no way to escape.

Moreover, Frilian had no intention of hiding, because the Red Wolf was strong enough to threaten the approaching army. And submission was out of the question; the conflict between the two sides was irreconcilable. Therefore, only one option remained:

"Red Wolf, I'm here to kill you."

After exchanging greetings, the silver-haired girl strode into the fog gate.

The monks nearby quickly moved away, trying to go to other floors, since it was not a good place to stay for long.

Who wins?

They didn't know this, but one thing was certain: the combined strength of both sides, at least at the hero level, was enough to overturn the surrounding area.

Upon entering the room, they were greeted by the sight of a red wolf that had been resting on the ground, conserving its energy. Only upon witnessing the powerful aura approaching did it slowly rise to its feet. It arched its back, its fur bristling, and seemed to have grown larger. Its two front paws dug furrows in the ground, its imposing presence commanding.

Red Wolf knew he had met his match, someone ridiculously strong. But the boredom and frustration of guarding the academy until now seemed to have vanished. Wasn't he there for this very moment?

"Of all the opponents I've encountered since entering the academy, you're the first one with fighting spirit."

"Ow!"

A loud roar responded to Frillie's approval.

Not the type to communicate like the Beast Priest Granger, or rather, not one to waste words? The beasts who follow the king have their own magnanimity; they must display their majesty and leave no room for doubt before the new fragment king who is trying to provoke them.

The red wolf pounced suddenly, its movements as swift as a war chariot, arriving before the mage in the blink of an eye, giving the mage no chance to gather magic power.

The silver-haired girl easily jumped aside. It had been a long time since she had used this method; she usually used parrying more often, but today was different.

Red Wolf is strong enough; it's best to free up both hands and test the waters with evasion first.

Whoosh!

In the instant it passed by, a long red blade appeared in its mouth, piercing through the air and aimed directly at the target's throat.

This trick always works against mages.

However, Frillie parried with her katana, springing up and gracefully landing on the blade unharmed. Her instincts proved correct; if she had chosen to parry the claw attack, she would have had to expend more effort on the next move.

Red Wolf, undeterred by his missed attack, immediately turned around, regrouped, and aimed at the enemy, his limbs tense, ready to unleash a full-scale attack with all his magic power.

If such petty scheming could harm a demigod, then that would be a disgrace.

We need to work hard.

It unleashed a barrage of radiant swords, dozens of sharp blades attacking, each powerful enough to pierce a shield.

They had hoped the enemy would create an opening while they were blocking, but the silver-haired girl's leisurely leaps and movements, coupled with a barrage of fire, left them unable to even touch the hem of her clothes—a truly humiliating defeat.

Even now, he couldn't force Frilian to use any defensive tactics, and she hadn't shown any offensive intent either.

Are you here to go shopping?

The enraged red wolf suddenly leaped and pounced, creating an opening, but the silver-haired girl didn't fall for it, so the wolf had no choice but to continue its attack.

Whoosh!

A beam of sapphire light shot out first, falling down along with the soaring red wolf. Its extremely high magic content indicated the possibility of a large-scale explosion. Do you still want to dodge this time?

Unexpectedly, Frillie used a ripple to deflect the magic and then switched to a shield.

With a heavy, crisp sound, the brass shield blocked the claws. Its movements faltered as its old strength waned and new strength failed to emerge. Then, the greatsword slammed down.

"You're too impatient."

Before the words were finished, the sword drew blood from the red wolf's massive body, and the wolf rolled away in pain to keep its distance.

But the opponent continued to pursue, this time unleashing a barrage of attacks.

After being injured, it was unable to take flight to dodge, so it could only circle around, trading spatial distance for reaction time, resulting in it being constantly on the run. It lost the initiative in the battle by just one turn, and the rhythm of the battle was firmly controlled by the enemy.

The broom-like stars whistled past my ears, each streak of light piercing the room and causing an explosion, growing faster and bigger, as if adapting to the environment.

They're using me as a sparring partner!

However, Red Wolf suppressed his anger and carefully observed Frillie's actions, which changed again!

He was actually switching between other magical abilities, showing no focus whatsoever. There was no time to think further, because suddenly, icy mist enveloped the entire area, filling the room with white fog and intense frost.

110

Chapter 110. Kalia's traditional passion.

Since the movement is slowed down, the only option is to use firepower to suppress the enemy and buy time.

With this thought in mind, Red Wolf immediately used the Glowstone Sword, Glowstone Beam, and a series of other ranged attacks to target the figure in the ice mist.

Did we miss them?

The moment it realized it was an illusion, it immediately rolled over. Sure enough, a bombing sound brushed past its ear, and it was Frilian descending from above. If it had been a fraction of a second slower, it would probably have been cut in half.

That's some impressive mobility. When did it get up there?

Or perhaps just relying on a single leap? In that case, a mage must also possess formidable physical abilities.

There was no time to think, because the silver-haired girl suddenly raised her staff and instantly attracted all the ice mist to gather into ice blocks. That's right, it was all for this moment.

It turns out they arranged the venue in advance to set up the next move!

Realizing what was happening, Red Wolf watched helplessly as the enormous sapphire ice block, comparable to a giant iron ball, swept towards him with a deafening roar.

Oops.

It reacted immediately and jumped away, but unfortunately its tail grazed the surface and was crushed into a bloody mess, greatly reducing its balance. At the same time, the giant ice ball continued its momentum, smashing through the wall and leaping out of the room, officially arriving deep inside the magic academy.

Frilian said quietly, "Let's find a more open place, otherwise it would be a shame to break the spellbook."

Upon hearing this, Red Wolf quickly dashed away from the room. When fighting ordinary mages, one should take advantage of the confined space. But for a demigod, where isn't a battlefield? Environmental limitations are less significant; it's better to go somewhere where one can utilize their speed.

The loud noise drew everyone's attention.

Following the sound, one could clearly see a terrifying torrent of frost spreading out, freezing into ice in the damp Lake Lienia region, and then turning into snowflakes that poured down from the breach.

What level of magical energy has distorted the natural order? Who is at war?

A red figure could be vaguely seen leaping out of the icy mist, with the trajectory of the Broom Star magic following behind. There was no apparent desire to hit; it was as if they were practicing.

That's not surprising.