Frilian at Elden Ring

While ordinary soldiers might not be able to assess swordsmanship, they could see a resemblance in the flowing styles. Even if this technique was once popular, it doesn't mean that two different users were so alike.

Of course, they didn't think much of it. They just felt that the unknown one-armed swordsman was indeed powerful, and that he was in a class of his own for withstanding the Soul King's attacks for so long.

boom!

With a crisp sound, a corner of Millison's sword broke off.

"Would you like me to give you a suitable weapon? Actually, I have quite a few that would suit you."

Frillie stopped her attack and suggested, "Otherwise, my weapon advantage is too great."

"It's alright. A good swordsman will protect his weapon while fighting. Let's continue."

My current condition is better than ever before.

Upon hearing this, the silver-haired girl no longer hesitated, her twin swords becoming even more nimble and impenetrable.

Even so, Millison always managed to find openings, sometimes parrying, sometimes dodging, mostly defending and rarely attacking, but she managed to hold on. It was clear that Frillian hadn't held back in terms of swordsmanship, giving it her all to show respect.

For some reason, each collision caused the crimson decay to fade, as if a fiery force was dispelling the pain.

It was incorporated into the attack without the attacker even realizing it.

That's right.

This was the battle she craved: perfect form, skill, and willpower; her blood was boiling, her body felt lighter and lighter, and she attacked instinctively.

The Waterbird Dance was unleashed once again, this time with even greater speed and range.

Frillie felt the greatsword being deflected first and immediately reacted by using her Moon Concealed Blade to meet the attack head-on, but the unpredictable attack path bypassed her. The repeated misses didn't affect her movements; she leaped to dodge one attack, the blade slicing across her long, pointed ear and leaving a bloody mark.

Roll over again to dodge another wave.

However, the chaotic dance of water birds continued for a while, even drawing together sword energy from all directions.

This is not something you can avoid; you have to face it head-on!

With the determination to severely injure her opponent before healing her, the silver-haired girl swung her greatsword and activated her combat technique enhancement. Then, as if shattering a door, she smashed Millison's sword to pieces, causing it to disintegrate instantly.

click!

The legendary weapon was indeed more robust, but this result was unexpected for Frillie, who quickly withdrew her strength to avoid accidental injury.

She nimbly dodged the flying shards, leaping onto the greatsword and steadily avoiding the attack. Their eyes met, the atmosphere fell silent, and the sparring session ended.

They were fighting with such ease just a moment ago, but it all came to an abrupt end.

Even if we find another weapon for Millison to replenish her, we can't get back to this state.

"That's it for now."

The initiator continued, "If this continues, I will lose. My swordsmanship is still unstable and needs further refinement. Thank you, Frilian. Your skills have given me a lot of inspiration. The Flowing Water Sword Technique will surely reach new heights."

The red-haired girl made a move to rest on the other side.

"Wait, I have a lot of weapons. Consider it compensation for what happened earlier. How about you choose one?"

Frillie hopes the collection will be put to good use.

However, Millicent quickly waved her hand, "You've given me too much..."

"As payment for taking my weapon, how about you participate in the battle festival together from now on?"

After hesitating for a moment, she nodded.

"I have curved swords, straight swords, great curved swords, and sabers here. What type do you want?"

"Straight sword."

Upon hearing this, Frilian began searching through her equipment. She ruled out those from the border region first, as their reserves were insufficient, and high-quality, enhanced ones were extremely rare. Therefore, she chose from the Dark Souls world, where there were many straight swords.

Although she felt that Millison was suited to curved swords and scimitars, she also had to consider her physique. Her petite stature might not be able to handle blades with large curves, and it would be difficult for her to maintain distance.

Besides, weapon type isn't that important; no matter what you choose, a fully upgraded, high-quality collection will be strong enough.

Suddenly, a familiar weapon came into view.

"That's it."

Frillian handed Millison a plain, cross-shaped gray straight sword.

The latter, upon closer inspection, was surprised to find that it contained the ultimate forging and strengthening techniques, with unimaginable resources invested, and it emitted a sun-like warmth that could slightly suppress the putrefaction disease.

"The Sun Straight Sword is used by a group of auxiliary knights who often help others. I have also received a lot of care from it. It is appropriate to hand it over to my new comrade now."

"It contains the power of lightning and the combat skills of the Sun Oath, which will increase the supply and damage reduction of the user and the surrounding area."

It couldn't be more appropriate.

Previously, players had suggested to Frillie that Millicent assisted in battles the most.

It is reminiscent of the Sun Knight Solar, so there is indeed a sense of inheritance in handing over his beloved sword. Moreover, this weapon has the power of sunlight, which is in perfect harmony with the Primordial Flame energy he is channeling.

Yes, she sent a strand in as quickly as she handed it over.

The goddess of corruption and her corrupt retinue are likely to haunt you, so it's best to take precautions beforehand if you want to use Millison against her. There's also a simpler reason:

Fully enhanced.

I have quite a few high-quality, highly enhanced items, but not many that are at max level.

The Sun Straight Sword happens to be of the highest rank, and it would be a waste for her to have it in her hands. It would be better to let a top-notch swordsman use it.

Millison was quite adept at performing a few sword flourishes.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you... A weapon can reveal a lot about a person's character. The previous owner must have been strong, determined, and passionate, qualities I don't possess now. It was also well-preserved during the time you kept it, so there must be a story behind it."

"Thank you, please rest assured, I will let it continue to shine in the border area."

"As you said, Frilian, the first stage is the Battle Festival, where I will challenge the strongest demigod, Rataen, with you."

She now yearns for a higher level of combat training.

"As long as you're satisfied."

After listening to the explanation of combat techniques, Millison went to rest on the other side. After all, she was still a patient with the Corruption Disease and had just had the Pure Gold Needles inserted, so she couldn't overexert herself.

The silver-haired girl who remained in place stretched and was equally happy.

He not only helped one of the players' recognized key figures in Galid, but also witnessed new sword techniques, gaining a great deal. There are no more troubles to deal with; everything is on track, and now it's just a matter of proceeding step by step.

Because of the battle against the Goddess of Corruption, everyone decided to rest for a few more days before the festival and then go to the Dune Battlefield.

Frilian gazed at the horizon; the energy of gravity magic never dissipated, permeating the sky.

He wondered what level of war awaited him.

"So there's something about Millison that you value highly?"

Melina, who had been observing for a long time, asked a question.

"Correct."

"Where exactly?"

The reason, of course, is the players' recommendations. Since they speak so highly of it, they must have the skills and the matter must be of great importance; it's just that we need to give a different reason:

“You heard what O’Neill said; she’s connected to the Valkyrie. And Millison is indeed a highly skilled swordswoman. Having an extra helper at this stage is always a good thing; she’ll come in handy later.”

"It's rare for a collector like you to actually give away such a treasure."

“I enjoy collecting things, but I’m not a miser. Melina, once you have a body, I’ll give you a gift too.”

Upon hearing this, the witch fell silent, because this answer made it seem as if her previous question was a tantrum, an attempt to make demands... Was that how Frilian perceived her?

That day is still far off; who knows what the bionic teardrop performance of the Eternal City will be like?

"Although Galid's exploration is not yet complete, the battle for Red Lion City is the most dangerous one, and you must win."

You usually tell people to be careful.

"Because I gradually came to understand that my fading followers have a domineering streak in their bones, wanting to win more and more, and are full of the desire to win."

"Have it?"

Even Frilian wasn't entirely sure along the way, so let's just say it is. Therefore, the Battle Festival is the perfect stage, where pent-up fighting spirit will be fully unleashed, and it's time to reclaim the title of the strongest demigod.

Meanwhile, beneath the flower field wetlands lies the Blood Dynasty.

The last batch of the Platinum Sons' army has assembled, along with a large number of creatures infected by cursed blood, and the power of the True Mother blesses the vast army.

They bared their teeth and claws, anticipating a fierce battle.

After inspecting the goods, Ampach murmured, "The quantity is sufficient, but the organization is far from adequate."

A noble of blood said, "Your Excellency the Knight Commander's worries are unnecessary. We are not going to fight the Southern Army and the Red Lion Army directly. Besides, they have already been exhausted. It is all thanks to His Majesty's planning in the Second War of Ionia."

"Military matters cannot be compromised."

"But we're out of time. Nobody knows if the Battle Festival will be held ahead of schedule. Timing is crucial."

"That's all for now. But I'll do one last selection, using only the most elite. The rest of the mediocre are meaningless on the demigod battlefield, and their opponent is that Soul King."

"Yes, hurry up. His Majesty's clone is unstable after being injured by Frilian. It's best to start the battle while it's still in a stable state."

The two meticulously discussed specific marching strategies...

Very tedious.

In reality, the Blood Dynasty has never planned any large-scale military operations. It has mostly focused on intelligence work such as assassinations, harassment, and guerrilla warfare. This war machine has yet to be tested.

To put it positively, they focused on espionage and continued to grow and expand behind the scenes.

To put it bluntly, it means falling behind the times.

Ten years ago, it was fine, because apart from the royal city and the sacred tree, the border areas were poorly armed and lacked organized and well-trained armies. Everyone started on the same footing, so no one should look down on anyone else. It wouldn't be too late for the competition to get heated later.

Frilian's arrival at the border changed everything. The once-flat Nymgford was shattered and rebuilt, and a power rose that surpassed even the Storm King.

She then integrated the Magic Academy, the Kalia Royal Family, and swept away the Cuckoo Knights, completing the unification of Lienia.

The resurgence of both regions has disrupted the original balance of power.

"...It's no longer a matter of a weakened army fighting an even weaker army to see who can outlast the other."

Ampah shook his head.

"The world has returned to a true era of war. If the Blood Dynasty doesn't catch up, the gap will only widen. Staying behind the scenes for too long is not a reason to be complacent; on the contrary, it makes one prone to becoming inseparable from the background. Right, Your Majesty?"