Frilian at Elden Ring

However, with their current strength, there are no dungeons they can't clear; they can basically take them all down, though they occasionally need support.

For example, the Bell Hunters, the sleeping giant golem caused some commotion.

Their strength did indeed give the army some trouble. Before they could mobilize more forces, Frilian set off with interest, and the result, of course, was to annihilate them, which was just a minor incident.

The investigation at Gewei's Cottage yielded little result; the corrupt relatives had vanished without a trace, or were simply dead, and the land covered by the flower fields could hardly sustain life.

Galid also has a landmark.

The Northern Beast Priest's Temple still stands, and Edgar issues a request to this special being:

"Your Majesty, should we take the initiative to make contact? We need to know his attitude first."

He was aware of Frillie's schedule: "Since you are about to fall into a long sleep, let the army eliminate the threat first."

"No, I should see this familiar face before I go back."

“We have indeed heard that His Majesty provided the Beast Priests with Dead Roots when he first started his activities, and we happen to have collected quite a lot.”

"That's good."

The silver-haired girl accepted the heavy bag of Dead Root materials, which should be enough to exchange for everything.

Seeing this, Edgar looked even more puzzled.

"Actually, there's no need for Your Majesty to make the trip. We can deliver it ourselves, right?"

“Before, I was a fledgling Faded One who didn’t care about stances. Now I’ve become the rebellious Fragment King. I wonder if his judgment will change. He’s very strong, so we have to consider his attitude.”

After saying this, Frilian entered the blessing and disappeared. The officers left behind looked at each other, wondering who could be considered powerful by His Majesty.

……

Temple of the Beasts.

On the high platform, His priest, draped in coarse cloth, slept soundly, just as he had in the long years that had passed.

He merely collected Dead Roots day after day, year after year, to encourage everyone to clean up the Deadborn, and nothing else mattered... Well, not entirely, since Galid has been too lively lately? They've even started calling it a world change.

Suddenly, the priest of Gulang opened his eyes, his beastly pupils shrinking to a thin line, his gaze sharp.

A very terrifying aura came to visit.

The instigator has arrived.

The blessing point at the entrance of the hall was shining brightly.

Although they haven't appeared yet, there aren't many people he's met once and can freely interact with. Seeing this, he gave the Black Sword's retinue a wink, telling them to just stand there like statues and not to make any unnecessary movements.

As expected, a white-haired mage emerged from the light, her silver hair adorned with two Ionian flowers, her demi-human ears showing without a care.

She never cared about the gossip on the border, especially since her beauty and power overwhelmed everyone present.

"What are you doing?"

“Gulang, I’ve collected a lot of Dead Roots to exchange with you.”

Frillian got straight to the point, then casually asked, "What do you think of Galid now?"

"First of all, congratulations on defeating Rataen and obtaining two Great Runes to become a Quasi-King. Before, his title of the strongest demigod might have lacked some achievements, but you are more genuine. The one in front of me is the strongest demigod of our time. Frilian, you are not far from the Elden Ring."

"You must be very knowledgeable?"

"I suppose so, but right now all I want to do is collect the Dead Roots to prevent this disaster. The old stories are none of my concern."

"As far as I know, you clearly support Marika and the corresponding Golden Law. In the eyes of the world, I should not have chosen this path. We should have a disagreement."

"of course."

As he gave an affirmative answer, the Beast Priest stood up, exuding an imposing aura.

The simple movements revealed the stance of a battle-hardened warrior, exuding a fierce and ruthless aura that would deter even the most formidable heroes. A cold wind swept through the hall, whistling and swirling up the dust.

He stared directly at the silver-haired girl, who stood there leisurely and content.

"Is that all the reaction you've got?"

“I don’t sense any strong fighting spirit from you, so we can’t fight. Gulang, you have a lot of concerns.”

Even so, Frilian was prepared, since her injuries from the Battle of the Four Gods had fully healed.

You were right.

The beast plopped back down and muttered, "This body is meant to atone for my sins. I shouldn't start another war and cause chaos. If I disappoint my lord, I should settle the score and commit suicide."

"Although you may not belong to Lady Marika's camp, we have a consensus on repairing the border area. As long as you don't cross certain red lines, continue your actions."

"I will take responsibility to eliminate you once you truly become a threat."

On the surface, priests give off a somber vibe, but in reality, they are always imposing and domineering, like a sharp knife.

Be prepared at all times.

He will rush to the battlefield immediately upon receiving orders.

Frilian smiled faintly and replied, "I look forward to that day, when your true identity will naturally be revealed."

Asking now would be pointless, so she abandoned her probing intent. Provocation was even less necessary; Gailid, in dire need of rebuilding, needed rest and recuperation, and avoiding a battle with such an unfathomable powerhouse was preferable.

Besides, she was thinking about quickly resolving the border issue and returning to reality.

Neither of them wanted to cause any trouble, so they exchanged a glance and continued with the previous exchange process.

"enough?"

"As expected of a prominent figure in the border region, having so many people to help you collect Dead Roots is certainly enough, but I need to bring out some of my best stock."

The beast priest first presented a scroll containing a prayer:

Prayers like [Beast Stone], [Beast Claw], [Beast Roar], and [Beast Vitality] are meaningless to Frilian. There are more than one way to recreate similar effects. At first, she wasn't very interested and was mainly concerned with the players' evaluations.

According to the comments, the amount of dead roots they can collect is very limited, and they often have to go to later maps, but they can collect valuable materials that have changed hands several times.

Some of these even came from volcanoes and ended up in the hands of multiple layers of traders.

Frilian was used to the differences in the mechanisms between the two sides. The key issue was that the reward offered by the Beast Priest was not high enough and not very good... But when she came to the High-Level Prayer, even she was pleasantly surprised.

First of all, the prayer that he was allowed to deliver to the Soul King was unusual, and he was also able to view the item description.

【The Rocks of Gulang】

The prayer taught by the Beast Priest Gulang is a high-level prayer.

[Can throw huge rocks forward; can be performed continuously]

Legend has it that in the past, Gulang was a terrifying beast.

His ancient name was synonymous with the death of a demigod.

This description!

The silver-haired girl's gaze sharpened, her heart tightening, and she almost couldn't conceal her fighting spirit. In the end, she calmly continued to examine the remaining prayers. She couldn't confirm anything yet and needed to gather more evidence; there was no need to rashly tear off the mask of civility.

However, the rest of the information is not very informative, but it doesn't matter whether Granger is the "being who controls the death of demigods" that Lani mentioned.

Frillian's goal is Destiny's Death, but she's unsure if the person is Black Sword, or if so, whether he is or not.

Moreover, the consequences of releasing the Death Rune are too great and need to be carefully considered.

Therefore, she pretended that nothing had happened.

Forget it.

Little did Maricus know that he sensed a fleeting killing intent directed at him. The aura was terrifying enough to make even the strongest assassin's hair stand on end, but he managed to restrain himself. He then noticed the silver-haired girl continuing her prayers with an air of calm and composure.

Although we don't know what she discovered that made her change her mind, it's good to avoid a deadly battle.

All is well.

"...Thank you, Gulang. I've gotten what I wanted. Excuse me, I'll see you later."

"I'm waiting for you to send more dead roots. Also, your activity has brought some life to the borderlands. I wish us both the best, and I'd love to hear about the outstanding performance of my collaborator."

Frillie nodded and then stepped into the blessing point and disappeared.

She returned to her room at the magic academy.

Since the Beast Temple intends to behave itself, there's nothing to worry about for the time being. With all matters settled, there's no need for me to rack my brains over them anymore.

So you're planning to take a break for a while?

Melina sat on the chair by the bed. "Then I'll keep watch for you."

"it is good."

Actually, the game world is much safer than reality, but if Miss Witch is going to help, Frilian has no reason to refuse. It's just a matter of leaving the game running for a while, and the border area will still continue to operate. She can just check in occasionally during that time.

The silver-haired girl closed her eyes and entered meditation, actively separating her consciousness to go to the other side.

176

Chapter 176 Don't Sleep Too Deep

Afternoon, at the Magic Association branch.

In front of the huge sliding blackboard in the fan-shaped classroom, the red-haired girl sat on a high stool and wrote the last spell, while also dusting off the chalk dust on her hands.

"That concludes this commentary on sunlight therapy. Everyone, go and rest now."

"Thank you for clearing up our doubts, Assistant Professor Vlame."

The magicians in the audience politely said their goodbyes and left one after another. Each of them was older than the speaker, but everyone knew that Vlamé's knowledge was superior and that he was a senior figure in the field of magic.

Especially during the period when the Age of Gods mage Frilian herself was in seclusion conducting research, it was impossible to ask her about some difficult problems.

Although she generously revealed many spells, there is still a problem:

too difficult.

Most people only have a superficial understanding and have only learned the basics. Even if they manage to apply sunlight healing, they are far from successful.

At this point, further clarification is needed.

Unfortunately, since her last outburst, Frilian had become completely oblivious to the world around her, and no one dared to guess how long the elven race would take a break on a whim. So everyone had no choice but to turn to Vlame, her personal disciple, and discovered that she truly knew the ropes and had an even greater talent for teaching.

Therefore, the young girl became a teacher at the Northwind Fortress branch of the Magic Association, mainly responsible for further explaining and teaching the magic left behind by Frilian.