Frilian at Elden Ring

"Could it be the Lord of Cinder's Watcher of the Abyss?!"

Even the usually aloof Frilian looked surprised upon hearing the news; she had actually come.

In several games I've played, there have been occasional instances of intrusion. When I arrived at the border, the initial flames that had been burning did indeed scatter into a few flames. These were probably powerful beings who hadn't yet burned out completely. After being baptized by the border, they might become active again.

As for the Farron Immortals, their situation is special; they're somewhat mad, and perhaps the environment of the borderlands could offer a cure...

"Indeed, some people have mentioned that seeing their appearance brought the title of Lord of Cinder to mind. Speaking of which, if you look closely, you have a similar fiery feeling."

"That's right."

"In short, the eastern region of Ningmgefor is in chaos, which is a pity, as it is one of the few stable regions in the world. If you can pacify it in time, the local nobles are probably hoping to submit to you."

"Is it really that simple? Aren't they afraid of the Golden Dynasty suppressing the rebellion?"

"What rebellion are you talking about? At most, the power of the Blessed King only controls the Yatan Plateau. For nobles, who they submit to is not really who they submit to; it's just a way of survival."

Blaze has known the Moon Princess for many years and understands her well.

For example, the Kalia royal family has always had followers, and there are many nobles who have tried to support a new queen, such as Lani.

Since they can't produce a strong leader with the qualities of a king, they might as well follow the king; it's not a big deal. Take Greke, for example. He used to be very good to his subordinates and nobles, but lately he's become increasingly erratic and delusional, which is why the nobles have gradually distanced themselves from him.

"Thank you for the information."

“If you meet Kenneth, you can tell him that he was introduced by Blaise. I’m not exactly a stranger in these aristocratic circles.”

Even if his relationship with the Moon Princess was exposed, it wouldn't matter, because he noticed the Black Knife Assassin following him. Presumably, this Faded One already knew what he needed to know, but still remembered the kindness of the Soul-Summoning Bell.

As expected, Toret's master was no ordinary person; he had already displayed the aura of a king.

Expressing goodwill takes little effort, and you might gain a powerful ally in the future.

"The Farron Undead Legion is corrupted by the Abyss. It seems I must speed up. Farewell." Frilian mounted her spirit horse and galloped away.

Chapter 32 The Undead Legion's Obsession with Fortresses

Blazer watched the silver-haired girl's hurried figure disappear into the misty forest.

Anyway, I'll be active around here a while, so I'm bound to run into her. I'll also take this opportunity to help Lady Lani learn about this special faded one; she's bound to stir up some trouble.

Strong people usually attract attention.

He watched silently as the ashes squad followed, rushing off and even forgetting to retrieve the ashes? This was even more terrifying than the meaning behind multiple summons, signifying that the consumption was so negligible that the master could ignore it.

What kind of soul strength could withstand such a drain? How magnificent! Unfortunately, the Borderlands don't have in-depth research on souls, and Blaze is even less aware of it.

So, people like Frilian, whose souls burn like fire, are called Lords of Cinder by her.

True to its name.

Frilian, riding at breakneck speed, reached the edge of the Misty Forest and continued onward, where she encountered a massive, collapsed building.

“Someone come here! Is anyone here? Anyone who can help me—Kenneth Hyde?”

The loud shouts echoed around her, making her scratch her pointed ears. So this is how you issue commissions? It's really simple and straightforward, which is why the nobles' previous bounties were completely ineffective against the Farron Undead Legion.

The silver-haired girl reached the top of the arched building and saw a man with neatly combed blond hair, wearing a robe made of an expensive material.

"—O man who volunteers to eliminate injustice and uphold justice, O Golden Tree, please bring your messenger."

“My name is Frilian. I was introduced here by the half-wolf Blaze.”

"The Fader!"

The nobleman frowned at first, then relaxed.

Whether you're a faded figure or not, pragmatism reigns supreme; as long as you can smooth things over, that's all that matters. Besides, Blazer's reputation is certainly a solid endorsement; he's a big shot in the Kalia royal family, not someone from a small place.

"That name sounds familiar. Could you be the Death Sword that Greck has a bounty on?"

"Ah."

In the past, she might have felt that it didn't reflect the mage profession, but now she's too lazy to explain. It's better than nobody knowing.

Upon hearing this, Kenneth's expression became complicated. As the leader of one side at the center of the power struggle, he couldn't help but think things through. Why would Blazer endorse Greg's enemy? This person must possess a strength that he himself was unaware of, and therefore could be trusted.

"It's a long story. First, the knight commander sent by Grek went berserk in the fortress, causing internal strife. Then, monsters from outside the borders attacked, including the Farron Undead Legion."

He recounted the disaster that had struck the eastern region in just a few days.

It even included his own sobbing, which was incredibly moving and tearful. He also didn't forget to condemn Grek's soldiers for letting the situation worsen.

Basically, it's all about playing the victim.

But Frillie heard a different piece of information:

Although the opening cinematic of the game depicts a scene of utter devastation, as if there are hardly any survivors, a closer look at the details of the borderlands reveals that there are still some normal people living tenaciously; they are the sparks of hope.

The destruction of the Elden Ring was terrible, but thanks to the vastness of the border area, the catastrophe was mitigated.

The southernmost region of Nymgfu and the Weeping Peninsula is a rare and precious haven.

As the one who will one day become queen, Frilian can no longer allow the destruction to continue and must stop the devastation around the fortress.

Protect my Ningmgefur.

"...In short, that knight commander was despicable. How could he send such a scoundrel to contact the nobles? It was a reckless move. Of course, he may have already been killed by the Farron Undead Legion. These monsters like to roam the fortresses and have taken down quite a few hybrids, which gave us a chance to escape."

"I understand the basic situation. Leave it to me."

"Wait a minute, there are actually a lot of them. Are you going alone?"

"It's quite a coincidence, I also have some manpower."

Frillie pointed below the building, where a legion of ashes stood, led by a black-knife assassin. This combination wasn't just bizarre; it was utterly heretical.

"Good luck."

At this point, Kenneth couldn't say anything more. He had hired these people himself, so he had to entertain them. Rather, someone with such a feat couldn't be simply categorized as a faded figure; he was a true hero.

However, the nobles would never make any extra moves to show submission, as the Great Rune was still in Grek's hands, and the legitimacy of the Fragment King was unshakable.

He couldn't help but wonder: if Frilian had the feat of defeating the Farron Undead Legion, would she be good enough to challenge a demigod?

The Lingma headed at top speed to the southernmost point of Nymgford, a rather long journey.

We decided to travel day and night.

The fortress didn't appear on the horizon until noon the next day.

“Let’s rest here for a while,” she said, pulling on the reins and turning back to Oro. “I invited you to ride with me, so you can rest and recharge.”

"Sir, the expenses of traveling are negligible to me. Besides, your horse already carries someone important to you."

Frillie paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

Well then, in the eyes of those who can sense spirits, the seat behind Toret is reserved for him.

Melina's voice came from behind: "Be careful. I sense a strong, mad magic there. Even Torret is afraid. Be careful."

"I've fought the Farron Undead Legion before, and this time I should be able to bring them back to normal. Speaking of which, they were originally in a place called Farron Fortress, and now they're entrenched in Hyde Fortress. They really have a thing for fortresses."

I miss it very much.

The fierce battle against the first Lord of Cinder was certainly memorable; the still-inexperienced mage had to exhaust all means to barely win.

What I miss least is that pile of stuff beneath Farron Keep—a stinking, sticky, cursed place I would never want to go back to.

But she guessed that something similar must exist somewhere at the border.

Roar!

Accompanied by a chilling roar, several Grik soldiers emerged from the gate, completely turned into undead, and imbued with the power of the abyss, making them quite troublesome.

They searched excitedly for the few remaining signs of life, and of course, for the ashes containing countless souls.

"Since you want to fight—"

Frillian made a gesture, and the Legion of Bones charged forward, grappling with the undead soldiers. Both sides roared, fought, and trampled each other. Although the fighting movements were primitive, they were undeniably ferocious.

Suddenly, several hybrids flew out of Hyde Fortress, also accompanied by the aura of the abyss. Their large eyes were full of interest, and although they had no spirit, they stared intently at the two living people.

"Your Excellency, I will take care of killing them completely; you only need to subdue that Lord of Cinder."

“I never said I could subdue it.”

You will.

Before he could finish speaking, the black blade's death power had already annihilated a hybrid. Seeing this, the other monsters rushed forward together, and a fierce battle officially broke out at Hyde Fortress.

……

PS

I'd like to recommend a good book; it's by an old author friend with whom I've previously shared recommendations.

Understand Humanity! Aura

Synopsis: "You, Frilian, a great mage, were killed single-handedly by a mimic monster. You're clearly an elf, yet you deceived the feelings of a short-lived species. You deserve to still be flat-chested after over a thousand years! You scumbag, just kill yourself!"

"And you, Vlame, the ancestor of human magic, with outstanding magical talent, yet you despicably conceal your magic power to deceive and ambush demons older than you. You have no martial ethics, you shameless scoundrel! You liar, you should also kill yourself!"

"And you, Celia, the great magician of the mythical era, an immortal who has lived for countless years, a spinster unwanted from the mythical era to the present. You elves are all sexually frigid, you deserve to be extinct. You should also kill yourself!"

Chapter 33 Frilian VS Abyss Watcher

Stepping into the fortress, it was pitch black, visibility was obstructed, and a sense of oppression enveloped us.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Upon witnessing the horned helmeted figures fighting each other in the distance, Frillian blurted out, a smile involuntarily curving her lips. Seeing an old friend always evoked a sense of nostalgia.

Previous games have had cross-platform play, but rarely have featured a Lord of Cinder-level boss. The appearance of the Farron Undead Legion suggests that the Borderlands are open to all kinds of things. It is the most promising world we have ever encountered.

Therefore, she needed to make sure that everything was safe and sound here.

At this moment, the members of the Farron Immortals were still fighting each other as if no one else was around.

They came carrying the pollution of the abyss, which had to be cleansed. Because of their immortality and the madness they had become after being corrupted, they simply fought each other to prevent the pollution from spreading. This was both a suppression of the abyss and a prison, keeping the evil forces firmly trapped here.

This unwavering will is just as strong as their ability to rise again and fight once more, fulfilling their mission.

Lord of Cinder, Watcher of the Abyss.