Frilian at Elden Ring

set off.

Ahead, there was a glowing inscription that read "Long live the Elden Ring" and a white shadow in a gesture of praise. Seeing this lively character, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and her worry about the unfamiliar environment lessened.

A message was left by a companion at some unknown time.

Sometimes you can even chat with them in arenas, online multiplayer, and other environments, and even exchange information about their different backgrounds. Of course, more detailed chat requires mods, but mods are almost always randomized and are currently unavailable.

Once before, Frilian accidentally drew "Wind Spirit Moon Shadow" and it was an invincible weapon that could kill in one hit.

Unfortunately, they are too short-lived. These mods are all triggered and have an expiration date, so they are rare and can only be encountered by chance. For now, we don't need to worry about them.

After examining the body, she crept a few steps forward and saw the corpse of a white witch.

There was a line of advice on the ground:

"Even though the guidance has long been broken, please become the King of Elden."

Aside from the opening animation reminding Frilline once again that she must become a queen, her past identity as an Ashman and Hunter only brought a sense of warmth; finally, her goals were higher, and she felt somewhat respected.

"...So you were supposed to be my partner who guided me? It's just fate. Rest in peace."

She solemnly collected the witch's body. Although they were complete strangers, she had goodwill towards the faded one, which even touched the elf's heart.

Farewell.

After finishing everything, Frillie pushed open the church door, only to find it in ruins. The familiar smell returned; it was practically a graveyard. For some reason, graveyards appear very frequently in the game, so she was no longer afraid of them and was used to them.

After crossing the suspension bridge, there's an empty space with statues ahead. Wait, it's an empty space?

The silver-haired girl raised her small shield with her left hand and gripped her staff tightly with her right, ready to face the enemy.

Gaming experience hones one's skills; she doesn't need to be a front-line mage, she needs to be adept at both offense and defense, moving freely in and out of the game. Thinking about it, it makes sense; in reality, how many good teams cooperate effectively? Being able to stand alone is best, and decades of honing her skills have made Frilian capable of doing so.

boom!

Suddenly, a black-robed monster with long arms fell from the sky, wielding a sword and shield, and roared fiercely at the uninvited guest.

"You look a bit challenging."

At the same time, a line of small text appeared below the field of vision: Descendant of the Noble Family with Limbs, and a relatively long health bar. Judging from its position, it should belong to the novice BOSS, but it should not be neglected.

It suddenly lunged forward, its sword flashing with a cold light as it swept across, but it missed its target.

Frilian nimbly leaped to dodge the attack, her movements effortless and elegant. She then unleashed a Radiant Stone Shard that struck the enemy, and sure enough, the enemy's health bar showed a slight change.

"Ha ha!"

The limb-splitting noble seemed to be mocking the attack's weakness, which was so weak it couldn't even cause a pause.

“Indeed, killing you and using your soul to enhance the Stargazer character is the same. I am indeed more skilled in real-world magic.”

She held the staff with both hands, causing her body to glow. In the blink of an eye, her aura became extraordinary and filled with a sense of oppression.

"Attack magic—"

Accompanying the indifferent voice was a beam of incandescent light that easily pierced through the target. The monster didn't even have time to let out a cry before turning into dust and disappearing. It never understood why its opponent had suddenly become stronger.

Little did she know that no matter which game character she transformed into, her basic stats would still be based on her original self, Freya, so she still possessed that level of strength.

The attack magic draws inspiration from the mainstream attack magic of the demon race, focusing more on attack speed, accuracy, and penetration. Avoid flashy tricks; a powerful spell is one that can be cast quickly and before the user has time to read the command.

It turns out that veteran players are no match for those with extensive experience in limb extension.

"Let's check it again."

Even after the enemy was dead, she did not forget to check carefully. Only after finding nothing amiss did she continue forward. However, she had only taken a few steps when the ground beneath her collapsed. This feeling of weightlessness caused Frilian to fall rapidly before she could react.

"We should develop flight magic as soon as possible."

I've heard that demons can fly. I haven't fought them enough. I need to go out to the elven villages more often to improve my magic.

We have plenty of ways to combat falling environments, such as firing a magic cannon right now towards the bottom of the valley.

Boom!

Relying on the reaction force, Frilian stood firmly on the ground. The moment her feet touched the ground, she got into position, because low and narrow areas are prone to monsters piling up, and it would be difficult to deal with if she were surrounded.

Suddenly, a cloaked girl appeared from not far away, sitting on a frightened... ox or horse?

It trembled. The beast that chose the king could see more. Several different powers converged within this silver-haired girl with long, pointed ears, enough to create or destroy the world.

……

PS

The attack magic in this chapter should be described as "the mainstream attack magic of the present day," but that would be too jarring, so I'll have to add it here.

Chapter 3 Sending Horses

The girl in the black cloak gently stroked her mount and whispered:

“Don’t worry, Torret. We’ve finally found him. This person will definitely also pursue the Elden Ring, even if doing so would go against the Golden Law…”

Her dismounting suggests she's a friendly unit; otherwise, they would have attacked upon meeting her.

Frillian greeted her first: "Hello, you mentioned the Elden Ring earlier, what is that?"

"Faded One, you've even forgotten this, your amnesia must be quite severe."

"It is."

It's not just when she switches games; even when she starts a new playthrough of the same game or experiences a major battle, she suffers from some degree of amnesia. But that's okay, as long as she doesn't lose her combat skills.

The elven mage, forged through countless trials and tribulations, is armed with the skills honed by his past experiences, making him fearless in the face of any formidable foe.

"That's a long story. Before that, I'd like to make a deal with you. I'll take the place of your deceased Finger Witch and help you strengthen yourself with runes. How about that?"

"Fire Keeper? Of course."

"We will travel together to the Golden Tree from now on, and I will answer all your questions..."

Next, Frillie learns that the girl's name is Melina, and her background is shrouded in mystery. She won't say anything when asked, likely related to some side quest that can't be triggered right now. But let's leave that aside for now. Anyway, as the first normal person she encounters in the Ring of Law, she'll help her partner out of whatever trouble they encounter.

The key lies in the world's intelligence; combined with the opening animation, she finally understood concepts such as the borderlands, demigods, and the Golden Law.

What a mess.

It was even worse than the demon invasion in reality. These fragmented kings were actually warlords who fought each other, causing widespread suffering and leaving almost no peaceful place.

Perhaps in time, the demons will make their homeland and border regions just as chaotic.

Of course, all of this is better than the Dark Souls world. She doesn't want to play through that game world again. Once she collects everything, she'll be satisfied. Spending all her time with the apocalypse will make her more negative.

The new game is pretty good so far.

Then they exchanged names and officially became partners, destined to stay together forever in this vast world.

"So, Lady Frilian, do you think there's any hope for the borderlands?"

"In my view, it's just that a regime called the Golden Dynasty has weakened and its influence has grown a bit. It's not enough to say that it will destroy the world, so there is still hope for the borderlands. Even if we don't look for answers in the Golden Law, a new civilization will emerge somewhere. There was the Ancient Dragon Era before, and there will be other eras afterward."

"Don't you yearn for the Elden Ring and to become king?"

"How could that be? That's my goal, since you've all emphasized it repeatedly. Besides, no matter which era we're in, we should firmly grasp the initiative and control the legal system."

In reality, Frilian wouldn't be so enthusiastic, since the elven race is quite relaxed.

Games are a different story.

If you don't give yourself a goal, won't you just be wandering around aimlessly like a headless fly? It's better to follow guidance.

Although she was not interested in short-lived human dynasties, it seemed that longevity was easier in this world, and the Golden Dynasty had lasted for thousands of years, which was worthy of the elven race's concept of time. She might as well give it a try and become king.

Previously, as an Ashman or a Hunter, I was definitely at the bottom of the social ladder. Now, I have the opportunity to rule a prosperous world, which is not to be missed.

Even if the game most likely doesn't have an epilogue, it might end the moment the king ascends the throne.

Melina's eyes lit up: "That's good. It seems that Lady Frilian is a strong-willed fader. You have a talent that even the spirit horse values, so I should hand it over to my master."

She handed him a ring.

You can ride a horse? That's much more fun than before. It seems my gaming skills are evolving.

"Thank you. Please take care of me in the future, Toretto."

"Shut up!"

While there was indeed some fear of Frilian's inner power, it did not affect Lingma's loyalty. Rather, it was because they could not find such an excellent fader.

"Speaking of which, what does it really mean to be recognized by Toret?"

“The previous owner of the Spirit Horse was no ordinary person, and it possessed the vision to choose a king, that is, the qualifications of the most outstanding among the faded ones. This power is indispensable if you want to go to the foot of the Golden Tree, so I made a pact with you.”

"If I succeed, then I'll be your King of Agreements."

"Lady Frilian, choosing a king is a very serious matter, concerning the lives of the beings in the borderlands. Please consider it carefully. You will understand the profound meaning of the God-King Co-rule system in the future."

Of course, the more secret something is, the more you should dig it out yourself, just like an adventurer exploring every corner of a labyrinth.

The silver-haired girl nodded.

"Please follow me. It's time to leave the King's Chapel. Let's go in that direction."

"Good name."

Only now did Frilian realize where she was. It did sound quite impressive; no wonder both humans and demons liked pretentious titles.

"Then begin your path to becoming the King of Elden. I will be with you, Faded One."

As soon as she finished speaking, Melina disappeared. At the same time, she felt a strange yet gentle soul merge into her body. With Frilian's eyesight, she could naturally tell that the other party was a spirit, so it could be considered as merging into her.

The silver-haired girl unconsciously patted her flat chest, as if some kind of spiritual fluctuation was both rejection and shyness.

"It's a pity you can't materialize and stay with me forever, but that's okay, we'll definitely find a way later."

"You only need to become king; you don't need to have too many ties with me."

"Ah."

Let's agree to that for now.

Compared to previous games, Elden Ring has higher expectations for players, aiming to make them king rather than capture people, kill monsters, or become ninjas. This is something that should definitely be taken seriously.

Border areas cannot be measured solely by fighting and killing; the way of the king is very important.

Even living in a secluded village, as an elf, I have heard of the rise and fall of several dynasties, all created by short-lived humans. What about long-lived humans?