Frilian at Elden Ring

His Majesty probably didn't anticipate what kind of signal "allowing the establishment of the Earth Dragon Army" would send, as it represents safety and controllability, naturally attracting ordinary people.

So they all joined in.

The large and imposing procession advanced toward the other side of the wall of flames.

The adjutant reported: "General, we have just received news from the front lines that Her Majesty is fighting against the corrupt creatures controlled by the Blood Nobles at Gael Fortress and has successfully captured the stronghold. It is expected that the battle will be at a stalemate for some time, so she will wait for our arrival."

"Wow, that's fast! As expected of His Majesty. We should speed things up and meet up as soon as possible for safety."

is good news.

No one doubted Frilian's power; she was capable of controlling an entire fortress single-handedly. If there was one concern, it was that she shouldn't be destroyed too much, lest she become unusable.

The good news undoubtedly boosted their morale, and their steps became lighter.

The army swiftly crossed the wall of flames.

There were also traces left by the corrupted dragon Agkith a while ago, as well as some of its skeleton. Everyone knows that it was easily defeated by the Soul King; it was nothing special.

Suddenly, a refreshing fragrance wafted through the air, soothing and delightful.

The scenery ahead was completely transformed; where were the signs of crimson decay? It was clearly a vast sea of ​​flowers stretching into the distance.

Swaying in the wind, the petals fluttered, their vibrant colors adorning the land of suffering.

Hallucination?

Edgar didn't believe it at first, but after dismounting and carefully touching the softness of the petals, he smiled and said, "My daughter Elena should really like this magic."

"The soldiers at the outpost said it was His Majesty's Flower Field Magic, used to consolidate the purification and prevent it from spreading rapidly."

The adjutant continued, "Then let them talk."

"It was so shocking at the time..."

The border soldiers who witnessed the miracle recounted the scene in detail. Even just hearing about it was astonishing. The results were right before their eyes. What kind of magic could awaken the vitality in a piece of land?

Frillie's seemingly casual move made people overlook the terrifying magical reserves behind it; nothing could change the world like this.

In addition to the Ionian Flower magic, which symbolizes destruction, there is also Flower Field magic, which can only be cast by a heart that comes for creation and salvation.

Thousands of troops pause here, bathed in the fragrance of flowers, their hearts surging with emotion.

Only one person.

No one but Soul King could do that, since everyone has seen her actions all along. Despite the dangers of the experiment, she always returned to the goal of the resurrection border.

"His Majesty still needs us. What are we waiting for? We must let the sea of ​​flowers replace the scarlet soil."

Edgar mounted his horse and raised his arm to shout, which was met with a great response. The crowd then marched rapidly around the flower field toward Gael Fortress.

They had witnessed the future glory of Galid, and they were determined to make it a reality.

147

Chapter 147 The Blood Dynasty Begins Deployment.

It went more smoothly than I expected.

As expected, the first batch of the main force from the south saw Gale's Tunnel after leaving the flower sea area. Along the way, they left behind many corpses that had not been dealt with in time. Without exception, they were killed by magic in one move, without any extra damage, clean and efficient.

It was clearly the work of Frilian, who most likely swept through the tunnel area.

"General, a war with the earth dragons once took place here."

A scout reported, "His Majesty and another soldier killed him together."

"Are you sure it's her?"

"The only one left who can be searched is Lady Frillian, even the runes are all gone."

Edgar couldn't help but smile: "That's true."

As everyone knows, the Soul King seems to possess two major magics: finding treasure locations and automatically picking up small scraps around him. He remains stationary in the area, leaving nothing behind in his wake.

God knows what kind of environment cultivated this kind of personality; he clearly doesn't look like a poor person.

Regardless, they confirmed that His Majesty had personally razed the tunnel, and the small fry inside were no match for him. The tunnel would crumble in no time and be insignificant.

The other temporary team member is most likely Iron Fist Alexander, as the traces of Warrior Jar are very obvious.

Participants in the battle festival are gathering.

On their way here, they also encountered many experts who wanted to witness history, as well as some mercenaries and faded ones who were just watching the excitement. They might not actually participate or contribute, but they didn't want to miss the most important event at the border. What if the stars sealed by Rataen were to recirculate?

It concerns everyone's fate, so it's normal to join in the fun, which also means that Galid is now a mixed bag with a very ambiguous situation.

"Keep marching."

Edgar waved his hand and gave the order.

"As ordered."

They didn't investigate further; the result was already clear, and there was no need to waste any more effort.

Despite being a fragmented queen, she was actually a scavenger, searching everywhere like a faded person, and a renowned collector who didn't let any treasures or enemies go unpunished.

Therefore, the army continued its rapid advance.

As they actually entered the Galid region, a sense of tension was still palpable. The rumors were true; it was indeed teeming with all sorts of crimson, decaying ecosystems, and they even managed to clear out a few monsters along the way.

Their abnormal, distorted, and ugly appearance is physically disturbing.

This aversion stems from biological instinct; it's a judgment of a completely different system, something distorted.

The more we witness the crimson corruption, the more determined we become to fight it; leaving it alive will only cause harm.

The Storm Eagle cries!

The loud sound immediately attracted everyone's attention. Although their vision was not as good as the bird's, they were excited just by hearing the sound, and it was highly likely that they had found the owner's trail.

Although they cooperated with the army, their object of submission from beginning to end was the king who surpassed the Storm King: Frilian.

Beyond the high slope, a fortress suddenly appeared.

For countless years, Gael Fortress, which guards Gaelid, still stands, surrounded by countless monster corpses, rivers of blood, cracked earth, and a stench of blood.

Even in death, their twisted and disgusting appearance is unsettling and evil enough.

It's clear that a war has taken place. So, how is His Majesty?

"We're almost there."

Edgar shaded his eyes with his hand and gazed at the silver-haired girl sitting on the battlements of the city wall, swinging her legs. The girl seemed to be chatting and laughing with the air, just like always.

His Majesty's behavior is not surprising; either he has a minor illness, or he truly has a spiritual companion. If it's the latter, then his partner, who has been with him all along, is worthy of being called the Soul King's right-hand man, and everyone else can only try to become the team's third-in-command.

What's special is that the patrolmen of Gael Fortress are all veteran soldiers without exception, and they are very professional and orderly.

So strong!

Even from a distance, I could feel the oppressive pressure of being tempered and refined.

As a general, having such an army would make him virtually invincible. It turns out that Frilian's Legion of Bones has developed to this extent. No wonder she dares to swagger deep into Galid; she is an army all by herself.

Moreover, they had a clear division of labor: there were magic archers to observe, shield-bearing soldiers to guard the front, and other ashes coming and going on the city wall... no, there were also those that were temporarily summoned.

Some corrupted creatures were turned into ashes on the spot to replenish their numbers for temporary summoning, just like the Death Ritual Birds were before.

They became pawns, a clever tactic.

As Edgar was pondering this, he saw the silver-haired girl on the city wall nod and float down.

"Was the journey smooth?"

"Your Majesty, you have dealt with the enemy; we only had to clear out a few scattered, decaying creatures."

"Don't worry, we'll be busy burning the fire wall to the Dragon Tomb area next. There are a lot of corrupt dragons gathered there, and we need to get rid of them as soon as possible."

"Yes, I've also heard that the Mother of Dragons has fallen into corruption."

In a sense, those guys were Galid's pollution amplifiers, spreading crimson energy in all directions through flight. Their mobility was too great to defend against; even just surviving as monsters was spreading pollution. They couldn't be let go and had to be wiped out completely.

Both Edgar and Frilian agreed, but the immediate priority was to move into the fortress.

Click!

The iron gates slowly rose, revealing the spacious interior of the castle, large enough to serve as a small training ground. The air was thick with the stench of blood, and corpses lay strewn about.

The most conspicuous of all is the lion monster.

The other corpses must have died from its gnawing, but it was cleanly and swiftly cut in two, dying instantly.

A section of the city wall beyond the corpses had also collapsed, revealing knife marks. It was clear that Frillian was testing her new ability again, randomly selecting a lucky monster and wreaking havoc on it, likely reaping considerable rewards.

"Your Majesty, shall we clean and repair this entire place?"

Edgar asked.

"Of course, but be quick, I'll help too."

When it comes to building houses, Frilian is extremely experienced, after all, she often repairs houses with the people of the elf village and is skilled in construction.

With her cooperation, the simple task of moving materials was nothing to worry about.

The remaining engineers immediately began repairs, piling up the city wall at a speed almost visible to the naked eye with the work efficiency of 20,000 people. They even had the capacity to set up trenches on the outer side to reinforce the defenses.

Edgar was in charge of overall coordination, and he strengthened and consolidated the original Gael Fortress.

Now that our main operational strongholds are all under our feet, we cannot afford to lose them.

The flag of the Southern Army was planted on the watchtower, fluttering in the wind, proclaiming the banner of the Soul King in Galid.

We're here.

The intensive construction work further demonstrates their determination; they will not stand idly by in the face of the outbreak of corrupt creatures. They are determined to fight these polluting monsters, or they will not be able to eat or sleep in peace.

Such a large-scale operation could not be kept secret from all sides.

As the elite troops of Nymgfu arrived in Galid and established a foothold, intelligence was rapidly disseminated, captivating everyone's attention. No one could ignore this move; a storm was brewing.

While Frilian was operating at Gael Fortress, the other Fragment Kings were also making their own deployments.

……

Blood Dynasty.