Frilian at Elden Ring

"and many more……"

Montgomery hesitated. He did know about the mastermind behind it all, most likely thanks to his younger brother, Montgomery. Having his subordinate relay the message was probably a way to avoid embarrassment; although they shared a similar fate, their differences outweighed their agreement.

Although everyone worked together during the Battle of Rodel, it did not mean they shared the same stance.

Unfortunately, her biological brother may still be under the influence of the Outer Goddess, the True Mother, and even the news of Michaela's disappearance is intriguing...

Of course, this doesn't mean that cooperation is completely impossible.

After a moment's thought, he changed his mind: "Let's send a portion of the Night Riders to scout ahead and harass them, testing the Lienia region's reaction. Don't underestimate the Magic Academy's strength, especially since they just won the Second Lakeland War and are riding high."

"As ordered."

"Don't expect to conquer the city; start with harassment. Don't forget the Farron Undead Legion; the Moon Princess is there. Pressuring them too hard will provoke a fierce counterattack."

"The rebels are acting recklessly because of Frilian's unification. If we further suppress her power, we can turn the tide."

"Therefore we must seize the opportunity... however, there is evidence that she cured the scarlet corruption."

"She is a brilliant researcher, even if she is an enemy."

To condemn someone outright is never Montgomery's style; he judges by actions, not intentions.

Frillie was upright and honest.

The legend of Galid's blooming fields spread far and wide with astonishing speed; everyone knew that even the crimson corruption retreated wherever the Soul King passed. Coupled with his previous reversal of the undead and suppression of the Deadborn, every step he took was aimed at the calamity of the Shattered War.

The new Fragment King dedicated himself to healing the wounds and indeed achieved great feats, at least eliminating the zombie scourge and suppressing the scourge that contributed the most monsters.

She became the concentrated representation of the millions of wills in the world yearning for restoration, and their numbers were the greatest.

The Southern Army, having absorbed this spirit, unleashed a power far surpassing that of the Storm King era.

The golden tree's past favors are fading away, which is why Montgomery is worried. He can only mutter, "Let's just treat what happened at Gael Fortress as a coincidence, provided that Frilian wins."

"clear."

The soldiers, having received their orders, departed to conduct reconnaissance.

"Another point is that we must not relax our suppression of the troops in the volcanic region. If necessary, I will fight as Markit."

Have you made your plans?

"Yes, I have a lot of old grudges with Lakad, after all, the battle at the volcano was very fierce."

Moreover, that guy has gone mad now, and it's impossible to judge the behavior of a madman. Therefore, Mongt cannot easily leave the Yatan Plateau and has to stay in the royal city to guard against a sudden attack by his old rival.

They probably took action while things were in the Lienian region, so the focus has been on Frilian.

Montgomery pinned his hopes on working with Montgomery to achieve victory.

……

Gael Fortress was hit by an earthquake.

Amidst the rumbling roar, one mound after another rose up, hollowed out in the middle, forming scattered fortresses that together built a solid defensive line.

Frilian wielded her staff, tirelessly modifying it, creating an unprecedented spectacle.

The engineering team skillfully reinforced and covered the structures, and included mountain demons, hybrids, and even earth dragons.

They were already used to Her Majesty's magical power; they were initially shocked, but later became numb. It seems that besides combat and healing, her skills also lie in architecture—truly a creative magical inventor.

"That's about enough, don't waste too much magic power."

"Don't worry, Melina, we'll be done once we've got one more direction sorted out."

"Do you think the fortifications of New Gael Fortress can withstand an attack from the corrupt creature legion?"

"No."

After giving a firm answer, Frilian immediately added, "But as long as the cost of the attack is increased, the Blood Dynasty will naturally give up. I guess they would prefer to win in open battle."

“You’re getting more and more experienced. Judging from the signs these days, that’s definitely what they’re planning.”

Melina nodded. "It's best to operate in Galid alongside the army, otherwise it's too dangerous. Following your strategy of increasing the cost of attack will reduce trouble and give you more opportunities to explore."

As expected, Frilian learns everything very quickly.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that they must have been exposed to it in their early years, thus triggering their memory through analogy.

One of her proudest achievements is that giving advice to this king is equally important; otherwise, he would likely be hopelessly immersed in magical research.

Long!

After the last fortress complex was completed, the silver-haired girl, whose magic was exhausted, tilted her head back and drank the elixir, instantly recovering to full strength.

"Your Majesty, the second batch of 5000 troops has arrived."

As the report was announced, an even larger earthquake shook the ground. The Stormhawks raised their necks and sang, and banners rose from the horizon. Then came a forest of spears, as another elite force of the Southern Army rushed to the front lines.

They were in top condition, well-equipped, and exuded an aura of power and prestige.

There would have been more troops, but the immediate priority was to defend the city and maintain the supply line to Nymgford, so more warhorses were deployed than troops.

"Our troops are all ready. Your Majesty, please give your instructions."

The leading commander dismounted, removed his helmet, and knelt before Frilian, bowing deeply.

The group arrived without stopping to take over the defense of Gael Fortress.

Strategically, a long-term, stable supply line must be established west of Galid to support operations deep within the region. Their current task is to defend the key central city, followed by elite frontline troops.

Let's set up camp.

"It's been a while since I last saw you; you've been busy with magical work again."

"Of course, it's to make Gale Fortress safer. You can rest assured to stay here and support the follow-up troops. We'll take care of the front line."

After chatting for a few minutes, the two continued the handover.

They truly envied the elite frontline troops who could fight alongside His Majesty. Although the new batch was also considered elite, they were still slightly inferior and regretted not being able to match Frilian's first conquest of Galid. They had no choice but to stay obediently in the fortress.

Both sides successfully gained control of Gael Fortress, while Frilian disbanded the Bone Legion and has been testing the limits these past few days.

It turns out that as long as their magic is replenished regularly, they can exist for a very long time.

The only drawback is that they can't be too far away from you, but that's okay. They can still be within the range of a city. They can serve as the personal guard that fights alongside the king, without wasting other high-end combat power.

Since the ominous demon Malkit can pull off that kind of team formation, Frilian should give it a try too.

The Legion of Bones is indeed suitable, and it is not afraid of being damaged by large-scale magical attacks.

It was my turn.

"Your Majesty, news has arrived regarding the acting city lord, Jellian."

Edgar continued, "There are scouting squads of Red Lions active in the Dragon Tomb area. The letter contains a detailed map they've drawn, and they hope we can go and provide support. Various wyvern monsters are active there; it's very dangerous."

"What are you waiting for?"

Frilian summoned the spirit horse Toret, saying, "Get there as quickly as possible, don't let the Red Lions lose their spies."

"Assemble and march immediately."

A massive army of 20,000 marched off into the distance, disappearing into the dust and the crimson horizon.

In truth, the crimson sky at the border of Galid was less intense, but the depths were even more intense, as the will of the Goddess of Corruption was accelerating the pollution of this place, stirring restlessly.

The fortress garrison watched anxiously as their allies departed, unsure if they would return safely.

……

Smoke the fire wall.

As the army passed by, what came into Frilian's view was a wall of raging flames, but unfortunately it did nothing to stop the spread of crimson corruption.

The surrounding red was even more intense, and there were even strangely shaped pinkish-purple plants or animals? This kind of scenery that defied common sense was what triggered the greatest sense of disgust and made people uncomfortable.

No matter how many bizarre things she's seen, she always finds crimson and decay repulsive, a rejection stemming from normal life forms.

The closer we got to the Dragon Tomb, the more severe the pollution became.

Melina cautioned, "It and the Corrupted Lakes of the Ionian Swamp are the two most dangerous areas, one from the Living Dragon Grandmother and the other from a modified natural environment. Be careful, resistances may not be effective against them."

“I’m keeping an eye on it; having the power of Fire Blessing gives me an extra layer of security.”

After being modified by Frilian, the Fire Gift not only has the original function, but can also summon a wisp of the power of the Primordial Flame to protect the body from attribute attacks such as Crimson Corruption.

Unfortunately, it only works on myself.

The army continued its march, traversing roads stained with decay. Strange plants sprouted from the cracks in the bricks, their tips pointing westward as if to infect the land once ruled by the Storm King, full of ambition.

The border between Galid and Nimgford was not the result of everyone's efforts to stop it, but rather caused by the spread reaching its limit.

If the will to cause disaster is allowed to run rampant, it will eventually devour even more.

"Your Majesty, there is a way to untie the rope ahead."

Upon hearing this, Frillie glanced at them. She was no stranger to these old women; they were always so eccentric. Since she'd already encountered them, there was no reason to miss the opportunity, so she quickly stepped forward, waved, and asked:

"What's the situation in the Dragon Tomb area ahead? Is the Dragon Grandmother still mobile?"

"This is terrible. It might become a completely corrupted organism and cause disaster."

"Any more information?"

"I'd like to read your palm."

The old woman grasped Frillie's hand on the table, scrutinizing her closely, a glimmer of light appearing in her dry, dark eyes.

The soldiers who had never seen the charlatan before had already gripped their sword hilts, ready to strike. In their eyes, this charlatan was too strange and might be up to no good.

"It is truly remarkable that you possess several great powers yet have tamed them for your own use."

The old woman changed the subject: "There's a grand festival in the south that moves the stars, and in the east, there are budding flowers waiting to bloom. Do you want to go?"

"That's exactly why I came here."

Frillie nodded in response, but was actually looking at the admonitions on the ground.

It's too blurry, I can't understand it very well. Players should have a translator.

[Does this refer to challenging General Ratahn? The hint about activating the stars is obvious, but the second half is uncertain. Is there any explanation for this?]

[Who does the flower bud refer to? Could it be the Valkyrie Malenia? Didn't she bloom once already?]

[This most likely refers to Millison, otherwise why would they use the phrase "budding flower"? Looking back, it's clear there were hints all along; every sentence contains key information.]