Frilian at Elden Ring

The melodious sound of the bugle awakened the camp area, where everyone gathered and, with each command, formed a neat and orderly formation at an almost visible speed, perfectly aligned and displaying an impressive momentum.

The crowd, though surging like a tide, was orderly, with steady steps and heads held high.

The ground beneath their feet rumbled, the hillsides trembled, and dust rose straight into the sky like thunder.

The earthquake was also felt within the city.

The residents couldn't help but look on in surprise. After all, they had seen many drills before, but one as fast as today's was rare. Moreover, the banner of the Black Sun and Flames was raised, which meant that His Majesty was in the midst of the battle.

"Is it finally time to prepare for the attack? To wipe out the corrupt creatures?"

"We cannot allow the danger posed by Galid to continue, or we will surely suffer the consequences."

"I still know people there..."

The soaring atmosphere of impending doom made people aware of the impending action, but more than anything, they were filled with anticipation, hoping to witness the grand spectacle of the south being united as one.

Riding her spirit horse, Frilian stood at the forefront of the officers, overlooking the forest of spears and various siege weapons, creating a rather oppressive atmosphere.

well.

It continued the spirit of the Church Battle and went even further.

Meanwhile, Edgar, standing beside her, earnestly explained the tasks undertaken by each unit, first giving her a cramming-style education, telling her details such as "which part is responsible for attacking the city, reconnaissance, and fortifications".

He was responsible for providing an objective introduction, while Melina behind him gave her evaluations one by one, comparing them with the Red Lion Army and the Corrupt Knights she had seen before.

My mind has been refreshed by new knowledge.

The two experienced commanders poured their wisdom into Frilian, the new commander. No problem, they trusted her talent. As long as she at least understood the basics of the army and wasn't completely clueless, and continued to be an invincible demigod, the rest was up to them.

The silver-haired girl nodded thoughtfully, witnessing the on-site drills of these military units.

Learned a lot.

She may not have experienced many large-scale wars, but every one she did experience was incredibly valuable, and at least her judgment was sound.

Even in the real-world Battle of Northwind Fortress, the combined human and demon armies were no match for the currently overwhelming Southern Army, which was capable of crushing a small country.

I had indeed neglected this knowledge before.

Melina was very proud of her and exclaimed, "Do something, say something, this is the best way to motivate her."

In a flash of inspiration, Frilian raised her staff, channeling all her magical power, even incorporating a trace of the Primordial Flame, and instantly unleashed a dazzling light that enveloped the entire camp, causing dew to fall and nourish all things.

An unprecedented blessing and enhancement.

The magic power drained from her body in one move, forcing her to drink elixirs to replenish it, but her momentum only increased.

"Praise be to Your Majesty."

Everyone felt energy surging from their chests, filled with boundless pride, and their loud voices carried far and wide by the winds blowing across the hills.

"My friends, I will let this blessing bloom in every corner of the borderlands."

“From Ningmgefu, to the Sobbing Peninsula, to Lienia, to Gelid, and on to the Altan Plateau in the future… Have you had enough of the torment of this broken era? We will end it all, and the era of abundance will come with our footsteps.”

She rode her horse past the front of the column, her gaze sweeping over the thousands of soldiers and horses, with banners obscuring the sky behind her.

“Galerid’s crimson corruption will end. I will set off before you. We will meet again if necessary to wipe out the corrupting creatures and purify the entire South.”

"Your Majesty is eternal!"

Although Frilian's words were brief, they all hit the nail on the head, highlighting the most critical crisis.

The entire army was filled with anticipation and eagerness. Edgar and his officers then gave her specific instructions, arranged to meet her at Gael Fortress, and would consider the rest later.

"Then see you again in Galid."

The silver-haired girl waved goodbye, leaving behind an impatient silhouette, and headed towards the crimson-lit sky.

The soldiers on the high ground watched them go for a long time, somewhat reluctant to part, yet looking forward to fighting alongside His Majesty once more. This was not just an ancient myth, but their own legend.

After leaving Stoneville, Frillie felt a gust of air coming towards her.

Storm Hill still howled in all directions.

Looking into the distance, the dilapidated huts of the former warriors have been repaired and even transformed into a rest stop and tavern, with a lively atmosphere. The hut where Rodrika once met has also been renovated and has become a resting point for the outpost, echoing the Storm Pass.

Things have changed so much that even she felt nostalgic as she looked around.

I have changed. I have learned to measure time with change, instead of treating it all as fleeting clouds like a pure elven race.

"I advised you against attacking Storm Pass at the time."

Melina revealed herself, saying, "So you demolished the fortress, and now it's built an even higher level."

"It's become stronger."

"I won't try to persuade you this time. You're right, Frilian. Only through adventure can you become stronger."

"You mentioned before that the entrance to the underground river in the misty forest was also sealed off. If the stars start to rotate again, wouldn't that be equivalent to opening up a super maze?"

"A labyrinth? That's right, that's exactly your style of thinking. There are eternal dynasties or even more ancient civilizations underground."

"how far?"

"The exact time is impossible to verify, but you will find some large skeletons or statues that contain traces of the passage of time. It is said that in a much more ancient time, humans were strong and tall, and now they are the result of their weakening."

"We need to hurry, I remember there's an underground entrance in Galid too."

She took out a map, which marked the reconnaissance sites that the Southern Army had been conducting for many years.

First goal:

"Entering into Corruption" - Dragon Aegis.

They could have lived longer if they had stayed inside Galid, but instead they came to wreak havoc at the edge of the Fire Wall, causing considerable losses to the border troops.

Its appearance forced the Southern army to delay its troop deployment process, as it had to send its elite troops to the front first.

No need for all that trouble, Frilian has decided to pave the way.

After a whistle, the spirit horse Toret appeared. She fed her good companion some Roja fruit to satisfy its hunger. The latter chewed for a while, then raised its head and neighed, its hooves scraping the ground, ready to go.

"let's go."

Before it finished speaking, it strode forward, advancing like a whirlwind towards the crimson, decaying land.

Melina, sitting sideways behind the saddle, was filled with unease, as various reports indicated that the enemy's forces were also gathering in Galid.

I hope everything goes well.

While traveling, Frilian constantly teleported through Blessing Points, so her speed was quite fast, almost like she was flashing straight to the border of Nymgford.

Even so, it still took three days.

Despite the dense cluster of Blessing Points on the map, they are actually quite far apart. After all, it crosses an area equivalent to the territory of a country, and the fact that it only took this long to cross Nymgfu is already quite efficient.

The journey was smooth, passing through several villages and patrolling troops or faded figures.

They all welcomed them, exchanging friendly greetings and intelligence: the small contingent of reinforcements from the south to Galid had temporarily returned, and preparations for the battle ceremony were underway.

Lord Jellian gave everyone ample time to assemble and invited heroes from all over the country.

"It seems that the Ningmgefu region is developing well."

Even the usually aloof Melina couldn't help but speak up: "Everyone living in peace and contentment, this is probably the best life that can be achieved after the devastation of war."

"It will get even better."

"What you are doing now is not just for the power struggle of the Great Rune, but also to save lives. Countless powerful people in thousands of years have never had this kind of heart."

"You flatter me. I just can't stand it."

"You are at a higher level and have a greater spirit. You are destined to surpass the peak in the future. So what I mean is, Frilian, anyone who is your enemy is a stumbling block to the world's recovery. Destroy them without mercy, no matter who they are. Go ahead and do it."

Melina rarely reached such a firm conclusion; she had wholeheartedly agreed with what the faded ones were doing.

As the Golden Tree withers and the lingering effects of the demigod war continue, only one person diligently works for the fate of all living beings.

Then she should be the greatest righteous person in the world, truly deserving of the title of queen.

The scales in the heart of the Fire Seed Girl slowly shifted, from a steadfast belief that the Golden Tree could save everything to an equally steadfast belief in the path of Frilian; the two were almost equally important.

After the shattered war, several disaster elements appeared one by one, and solutions were found.

The zombie transformation has been declared a success. If the Crimson Corruption is also resolved, then it will be Melina's turn to question whether she should follow the Faded Ones or her mission. How much troublesome contamination will remain in the borderlands by then?

"Of course, Yu will start from here."

Frilian anticipates that the Scarlet Flower will absorb the effects of Galid's corruption, which would truly bring about a complete transformation.

"That's not a good place up ahead. Look, it's quite lively—"

"Roar!"

A dragon's roar echoed from the edge of the wall of flames.

It was covered in scales, but swollen chunks of flesh squeezed out from the gaps, pale pink mixed with hideous blood vessels, and every move it made exuded a polluting power.

The border guards below stood ready, taking turns using their shields and firing crossbow bolts, while another group hurriedly took the Corruption Moss Medicine to at least prevent the Crimson Corruption from exceeding the threshold of body modification; if that happened, there would be hope.

However, after a fierce beating, Aegis was unharmed, with only scratches on his scales.

No, it's hard to say whether those count as scales or not, because flesh and blood were overflowing from them, along with red mist; they were practically a source of pollution.

The next moment, its throat swelled up.

Oops!

As expected, the breath attack was about to be unleashed, but at the same time, a Dragon Eater roared and released a prayer of fiery dragon breath. The two energies exploded and dissipated in the air.

They narrowly escaped death, barely managing to counteract the crimson, corrupting breath with their flames.

The soldiers quickly retreated further to maintain distance.

Their tactical skills were superb, befitting an elite force tasked with border defense, but ultimately they were stretched thin. The real challenge wasn't the flying dragons, but the pervasive crimson corruption.

Instead of succeeding in his first attack, Aegis calmed down and carefully observed the surroundings, circling around and constantly reducing the radius of his maneuver.

Looking at the people scrambling on the ground like ants, it couldn't help but let out a triumphant cry, immediately preparing its next breath.

call!

This time, the fall was vertical, there was no time to react, and the spread-out pattern made it impossible to avoid.

Their fate will be worse than death.