Frilian at Elden Ring

As if a chain reaction had occurred, the other two who were investigating separately also encountered the explosion, but they were not seriously injured. For a strong person of this level, a sneak attack was of no use.

The important thing is the movement itself.

With a cry, the shadow of wings was cast across the sky, revealing several griffin monsters eyeing the four people on the ground with their eagle eyes fixed on them—just a group of prey.

Most people would have run away by now if they saw this, so why are they not reacting?

Lyman said decisively, "No wonder we didn't see the nobleman's body. It's very likely that the murderer gave it to them to dispose of. We should track these guys to their lair; we might find something there. Kill a few first, and they'll naturally go back."

"start."

Before he finished speaking, Wayne drew his bow and shot an arrow that struck a griffin in the eye.

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For example, the arrow, which never misses, easily blinded the leading monster, causing it to lose its balance and fall.

With a loud bang, a section of the roof was destroyed.

Having defeated his enemy with a single blow, Wayne didn't stop. His arrows flew towards the other monsters, hitting their vital points one by one, and three more fell to the ground. His extensive experience allowed him to pinpoint weaknesses with deadly precision.

Meanwhile, some griffins, sensing the danger, simply landed.

Since flying in the air would make them easy targets, they could simply attack from the ground.

They fell like meteors, their weight making them resemble cannonballs. Amidst the smoke and dust of collapsing houses, the monsters stood proudly, raising their necks and roaring to declare their ownership of the territory.

Click!

Suddenly, a sapphire longsword sliced ​​open the chest of a griffin, blood splattering everywhere. Its sharpness was astonishing, and it was unstoppable. Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see Vlame standing there with her sword in hand. Her attack was decisive and precise; the pressure from the enemy had forced her to quickly regain her composure.

"Master, Mr. Lyman, leave this to us."

Upon hearing this, the two used magic to move the body and quickly buried it, at least to give the deceased a peaceful end.

Their complete disregard for the threat infuriated even the monsters; it was outrageous!

The griffins flapped their wings and suddenly soared into the air, their explosive power bringing them to a standstill in an instant. At the same time, their talons swept across, targeting Vayne, who had the highest aggro value—"You're dead."

Ping!

The longsword was raised in a split second as it parried, heading straight for the griffin's belly and leaving a bloody gash.

After their exchange, the monster collapsed to the ground with a thud, blood pooling beneath it, its body convulsing. The victorious knight didn't even glance at it, continuing to assume a defensive stance. But the enemy dared not make a move, instead lowering its body, its fur standing on end, its eyes fixed intently on its prey.

This human is not easy to deal with.

While they were focused on Wayne, on the other side, Vlame shook his staff, releasing a series of thick smoke and flames.

The fire magic, born from the spirits of the dead, benefited from the thick smoke and the effects of explosions upon contact, gradually covering the sky above the village completely.

If you don't want air superiority, then it belongs to us.

Then, with a flick of her wrist, the fireworks flew towards numerous targets.

Boom, boom—

They hadn't expected such power from a mere ball of fire, and were instantly disoriented. Their fur ignited, engulfing them in flames. The shockwave made their bones creak, making it impossible for them to stand, let alone fight.

The barrage of fire from Vlame caused the griffins to suffer greatly, completely relinquishing their dominance.

Moreover, she employs precise tracking, using soul lock to make it difficult for flying targets to escape; once targeted, she will pursue them to death.

While Frillien was asleep, Vlame was busy with monster quests and knew these creatures well. He had even fought griffins a few times, so he was very familiar with them.

The backboard combat is fluid and seamless.

"Thank you so much. Keep the cover on, I'll take care of the rest."

Bathed in flames and scorching winds, Wayne wields his greatsword, decapitating each burning monster with a single blow. His swift movements are devoid of any superfluousness, and his attacks are relentless.

Despite it being their first time fighting together, the two displayed remarkable teamwork, perfectly utilizing the alternating offense and defense of a warrior and a mage.

"Roar!"

Seeing its companions fall one after another, the griffin let out a mournful cry, its pupils dilated, filled with fear, and immediately tucked its tail between its legs and turned away. Today was just bad luck for it; it couldn't afford to fight to the death, it had to run away as fast as it could.

The moment it left, Vlame planted a magical mark, just in case it marked other griffins, so that some would eventually return to their nests.

There's no need to show mercy to those who are still dawdling or fighting to the bitter end.

She and Wayne worked together to completely wipe them out.

Faced with the combined might of the archmage and the meritorious knight, the monsters were powerless to resist and could only be cut down like vegetables. They were often killed in the first encounter. The two, in a fit of rage, swept away the attackers in a whirlwind.

Vlame put down his staff and looked around, letting out a long sigh. All he could see was a scene of utter devastation.

The village was destroyed.

Previously, the deaths of residents took away life; now, houses have collapsed into ruins or are burning incessantly, with thick smoke rising into the sky, taking away the last remaining life.

“Child, you rarely go to areas far from main roads and highways. In fact, apart from large towns, many places are still wild, bloody, and even sacrificial.”

Wayne reassured him, "Don't worry too much about it. Try to think about it from a different perspective. We're here to improve the current situation."

"If the pressure of the demon battlefield were gone, some regions would prosper rapidly like the Northwind Fortress."

His words made Vlame's expression improve somewhat.

While it's hard to guarantee that humans won't go to war with each other in the future, they're still better off than the demons.

Shouts came from the other side, and Frilian waved her hand, while Lyman beside her used shadows to create tombstones.

In reality, very few corpses remained; most became food for various monsters, leaving no trace. The remaining graves are those of a very small number of people who could be buried there, proving that the village once existed.

"Praying to the goddess..."

The silver-haired elf knelt on the ground to recite sacred texts, bidding farewell with a simple priestly ceremony.

Life and death were nothing new to Frilian, but serving as a priest to preside over a funeral was a first for her, since no one present knew the doctrine better than her, even if it was only through magical research.

After a moment, she slowly stood up and said, "Continue on to the griffin's lair. Everyone, stay alert, we're almost at the kingdom's border."

The group quickly followed the trail left by the monster.

The road gradually became smoother, and the closer we got to the plains where the labyrinth kingdom was located, the more convenient it became; the previous rugged terrain disappeared.

However, the target was still a cliff.

Wow!

The wind howled in my ears, raging relentlessly. Even though I was on the ground, it felt as if the wind was lifting me up, making me feel light and airy.

Feeling the gentle breeze, Vlame instinctively spread his hands, basking in the cool touch—a strange reaction he had never witnessed before. Looking up, he saw a sheer cliff face with a narrow sliver of sky, where griffins nested, circling and calling out, intimidating any animal in the vicinity.

She asserted, "This is it, but there are too many nests..."

"Don't worry, I've already found a place with fresh bloodstains. Go there and investigate."

As expected of an investigator dispatched by the Magic Association headquarters, Lyman spotted the target with a single glance, but overlooked one place.

"There's a magical reaction!"

As she gave the warning, Frilian had already thrown out a Radiant Stone, which collided with the beam of light coming from the air. The former pierced through the enemy's magic and continued its relentless pursuit, hitting the cliff with a thunderous explosion.

A figure hurriedly dodged aside, its two horns clearly a characteristic of the demon race.

"That thing was probably left by the murderers to clean up the mess, letting the griffins eat away all traces. We need to catch it quickly."

"No, the trouble isn't over yet. We're like soldiers besieging a city."

Wayne pointed into the distance, and a huge rock rolled down from above.

rumble!

Countless boulders slid down the cliff face—no, to be precise, sections of the cliff collapsed and plunged down.

They filled the narrow passage, giving no chance to dodge, and were completely aimed at the exploration team at the bottom of the valley. Given their small size, the four of them would probably be buried alive. It was not advisable to stay here for long.

"It's not suitable to fly now, we'll run. I'll cover the rear."

When Frilian spoke, her teammates already understood. Wayne broke through as the striker, with Vlame and Lehmann blocking the falling rocks on either side, and together they headed towards the mountain pass.

The barrier barely covers a patch of pure land.

However, the falling rocks under the acceleration of gravity are incredibly powerful, and each impact causes the barrier to shake.

This kind of defense wasn't her forte, so she decided to take the initiative and launch an attack. The next moment, the Radiant Stone Array wove together into an impenetrable defensive net, pulverizing any stones it touched and preventing her from getting a bloody head injury.

It was merely a stopgap measure, as the gravel beneath their feet was getting thicker and thicker, and the mixed sand was forming obstacles.

Sand and stones flew everywhere, the orange-yellow color obscured the view, and a feeling of blockage came from the lungs.

boom!

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted ahead, and a landslide completely blocked the mountain pass, sealing off the entire valley floor. Looking up, one could see a demon mage relentlessly bombarding the boulders with magic to trap and kill the enemy.

"It's okay, I'll smash it."

Just as Vlamem raised his staff, he was stopped by Frilian, who shook her head and calmly said:

"No matter how fast you blast, you can't outrun falling rocks. Eventually, it will create a blockade, or you might even be buried alive."

"We're not retreating. Let's focus on the main target and take care of that demon. I've sensed him; he's the only one. Let's finish this quickly."

Gravity Ball!

Before she finished speaking, she threw out a purple-white energy ball, hurling it straight into the sky. The moment it appeared, it caused all the rubble in the valley to gather together, crashing and piecing itself together relentlessly. Under the pull of gravity, they became a single entity, capable of shaking even massive boulders weighing tens of thousands of tons.

At this moment, the battlefield presents a bizarre scene:

On one side, cliffs and precipices continuously collapsed, spewing out debris and mudslides, while on the other side, magic drew them in, creating what appeared to be an inverted river.

The precarious situation was reversed; the earth-shattering collapse of the valley became a plaything in the magician's hands, its direction arbitrarily adjusted, yet unable to flow towards the target the demons intended to strike.

Such magic actually exists in the world? No, such a caster actually exists.

The strongest is Frilian, whose skill is unknown.

No matter how powerful the magic, it requires matching magical power, imagination, and exquisite control. Without a doubt, she was at the pinnacle of all these aspects to be able to control it as if it were her own arm.

"Don't think that this level is enough."

The demon clan made a cold, condescending declaration, then waved his hand, causing the hundreds-meter-high cliff to shake and collapse.