Frilian at Elden Ring

"Let me travel to the borderlands to find out about my origins."

"That's good, but always remember to keep the passion for life and don't let the crimson corruption defeat you. If you encounter any difficulties, be sure to ask Lady Frilian. Will you help?"

"must."

"I've heard that Soul King is helpful and makes many friends, and he certainly lives up to his reputation."

Although he wasn't very clear about the news from the border region, O'Neill knew from the sight of the companions who rushed to Frilian's aid when she faced a crisis that a person's character can often be largely judged by the character of their friends.

Since everyone chose her and provided full support in battle, he was willing to give her their trust.

"Frilian, will I become a corrupting creature after I die?"

"With me here, it won't happen."

“Millison, it’s the best choice to give you the Pure Golden Needle, but it’s destined to be short-lived. You can go to the Sacred Tree to look for clues.”

"I understand, I will convey your regards."

Finally, O'Neill handed the flag to the silver-haired girl and said, "It's useful for a commander like you. This is all I can do. You two, take your leave now."

He closed his eyes, facing the northernmost sacred tree in the last moments of his life.

Farewell.

Frilian clasped her hands together in a priestly gesture. Now that she had dispelled the Goddess of Corruption, she could use magic. With her magic power withdrawn, she cast a soul healing spell, protecting her from the crimson corruption as she journeyed back to the Tree of Return.

Although the Golden Tree's reincarnation system has malfunctioned, it can be repaired eventually, so let's comfort the souls for now.

The disappearance of the golden light signifies that a battle is coming to an end.

Millison remained silent for a long time, stroking her longsword as if savoring the insights gained from the battle, confident that her swordsmanship would improve even further.

Melina, are you alright?

Before he could finish speaking, the figure of the girl in the black cloak appeared beside him. Her single eye shimmered with a complex mix of emotions. Her face held both lingering relief and a hint of reproach that she didn't know whether to say or not; she was truly conflicted.

Of course, she was more grateful to her partner for stepping forward; otherwise, she would have been in grave danger.

"You took too much risk just now. You shouldn't have abandoned your defense for my sake, but the outcome was good overall. Thank you."

"That's good."

The two exchanged glances with a nod, and everything was understood without words. As for the past of Frilian mentioned by the Goddess of Corruption, they remained silent, saying that they would find out when the time was right.

The silver-haired girl turned and began to examine the weapon entrusted to her by the old general, while Melina was worried.

Could it be that the Blood Dynasty possesses a fragmented monarch?

The situation would then become more complicated, and the possibility of the other side secretly plotting a conspiracy cannot be ruled out. They've probably set their sights on the two fragmented kings' runes, planning a winner-takes-all scenario? However, she felt that the Southern Army and the Red Lion Army, now united against a common enemy, might not be unable to put up a fight.

Furthermore, I can also use the Golden Tree Prayer to help out, which alleviates the pressure on group healing.

Melina was deep in thought, while Frilian put all her worries aside and began to study:

The Veteran's Flag

So that's really its name. It's quite simple, but the important thing is its performance. She had been paying attention to the effects of this special combat skill since the very beginning of the battle.

[A weapon with a tattered red military flag wrapped around an old halberd]

[The master he served has vanished, and he finds himself amidst the decaying ruins of a battlefield.]

Veteran Shaquille O'Neal still raises this banner high—

An elderly man living alone takes pride in that war.

The introduction should be about the background of the Ionian War. The expedition launched by the Holy Tree Army across the border was indeed a great feat. Only when Frilian, who also led an army, did she realize that being able to arrive in an organized manner was a testament to their excellent organization, something they could be proud of.

Sooner or later, the Southern Army, forged through countless trials, will reach the level of the Holy Tree Army, or even surpass it; otherwise, they will never have been able to accomplish the unprecedented feat of conquering the royal city.

[Exclusive Combat Skill: Submit to Your Command]

[The combat technique of raising the military flag high and issuing commands with a brave and valiant posture]

[Can increase the attack and defense of both the user and nearby allies]

Frilian had already witnessed the power of this weapon; it was indeed suitable for legion warfare and equally effective against herself.

This adds another "regular stacking enhancement item," which is especially important for mages. As long as you stack enough, you can unleash a devastating attack with outstanding effects.

My supply of buff spells is gradually increasing.

Great harvest.

Although it was extremely dangerous in the eyes of most people, she valued the benefits more, as a single military flag would greatly benefit the entire Southern Army.

Thinking of this, the silver-haired girl waved the flag, and the magic she poured in indeed released a ring of buffs. If she wasn't mistaken, the more magic she added, the wider the range of effect, making it perfect for large-scale battlefields.

She also made sure to check the players' suggestions, and sure enough, they were overwhelmingly positive:

[Finally finished the fight despite the crimson corruption, I did it!]

[Add one essential element to monkey opera]

I love the sound effect when the old general raises his flag; I need to fire a Yazler right now!

[At the current pace, you've collected quite a few stackable buffs. If I use this move, you'll owe me a full health bar.]

Don't forget there are some good things in Corruption Lake too: the Meteor Staff and the Rock Orb.

Frilian had heard before that Galid was full of treasures, so she had been keeping an eye on it. It seemed that ruins were mentioned. It should be the one within her perception range. She could collect them all later, even though she didn't need them much right now.

While Edgar and his group were engrossed in their research on combat techniques, they arrived. After witnessing the silver-haired girl's nonchalant expression as she conducted her research, everyone knew that everything was alright and normal.

"Your Majesty, what should we do with that Ionian Flower?"

Everyone looked toward the center of the lake, where a gigantic scarlet flower bud was in full bloom.

Avoid it and keep your distance.

Everyone present had only one thought about the Ionian Flower: to seal it away quickly and leave, out of sight, out of mind.

However, the opinion of the greatest contributor, Frilian, is the most important. Since she did not choose to leave in disgrace despite facing the front-line threats all along, and everyone is willing to stand by and witness it, do you have any other methods?

The silver-haired girl looked around and asked, "What do you think of the swamp now?"

Everyone observed their surroundings and thought carefully.

A gentle breeze swept across the dried-up depressions of the lake, carrying away the lingering smell of decay. The riverbed was cracked, the fissures filled with skeletons, but at least it no longer emitted a crimson stench of decay.

It is now just an ordinary lowland area, barren and desolate, as red as its surroundings.

Except for this flower.

The Red Lion soldiers felt a strong sense of déjà vu, reminiscent of Valkyrie's work. Was it really that terrifying? Would something happen to this thing that had absorbed all the water from the Corrupted Lake?

"I think the biggest danger has actually been brought under control."

"Anyway, it's better than before, and the roads that were blocked by the swamp can be reopened."

"It's not bad like this."

Everyone expressed their approval, but the silver-haired girl standing in the center shook her head, still dissatisfied with the current result.

Jelian asked, "Your Excellency Soul King, you wouldn't be thinking of taking this flower away completely and purifying it at the same time, would you?"

"Correct."

Her resolute answer astonished everyone. Although the Ionian Flower posed a risk if preserved for even a day, Frilian, having just finished a major battle, showed no intention of resting. Was she determined to complete this unprecedented feat in one fell swoop?

This unwavering will to challenge oneself is unshakable. Such spirit comes from within, which means possessing a boundless and heroic spirit. No wonder he was able to govern two places.

Now they are both excited and worried about whether things will get out of control.

"That's too risky. Your Majesty should prioritize your own safety."

"But if we delay any longer, there's no guarantee that this Ionian flower will be used."

"There's no way to guarantee whether the demigods of that Blood Dynasty are still around."

"It doesn't matter."

Frilian continued coldly, "Those who can't stand on the front lines and launch sneak attacks are never worthy of the fight for the throne. I've seen many kings who, even when committing evil deeds, have the corresponding courage. And that cowardly coward will pay the price if he attacks again."

She said this specifically to the enemy's spies, and indeed, when Monge heard it, he was furious and determined to kill Soul King.

The silver-haired girl then stood gracefully on the flower petals, seemingly ready.

"Not only will I purify the corrupt swamp, but I will also use it as a center to spread the life force to the entire Galid region. Don't worry about me pushing myself. The first thing I'll do is collect the Ionian flowers and activate the flower fields."

"Whether you stay away or witness it here, it's up to you."

There was total silence.

"I am old and have witnessed too many evil deeds, so I always have doubts about Your Majesty's actions."

"But I believe it now," Jeremy said, shocked.

"It's okay, I'm not trying to gain anyone's trust."

"Why are you willing to go to such lengths? You remained calm even with the Great Rune right in front of you."

"Because I've seen too many desolate places, and the borderlands are one of the more hopeful ones. The scenery here is beautiful, and I want to see what abundance looks like when it returns. You can even forget what I did; I just want to witness a completely new look. Besides, a partner asked me to repair the damage caused by the broken Elden Ring, so I'll do my best."

Frillie's answer was too simple, but the facts were right in front of her, and such a strong person had no need to hide anything.

The soldiers of the Red Lion Army immediately saluted solemnly and said they would stay and witness the event.

The Southern Army needs no further explanation.

After all, Edgar had decided to live and die together when he chose a new lord, and his daughter Elena would act as his fief. Now he was just a general who was conquering all directions.

Melina's voice held a hint of expectation: "You will create miracles."

The silver-haired girl, whose eyes were all on her, nodded.

"start."

Before she finished speaking, Frilian gently stomped her foot, and the enormous flower bud beneath flowed between her hands, rapidly shrinking. She cradled the Ionian flower, as if supporting the crimson aura of heaven and earth, its absorption range no longer limited to the swamp.

The silver-haired girl clenched her large hands, her grasping gesture fixing the vast, pervasive energy, condensing the winds and clouds from all directions into a single point.

She absorbed the crimson corruption with focused audacity, continuously gathering it into the Ionian Flower.

For a moment, the sky became clear and bright.

The perpetually pervasive crimson aura of decay dissipated, causing some Red Lion soldiers to burst into tears.