Frilian at Elden Ring

Because of the energy depleted yesterday, Vlame decided to meditate a little longer before exploring, a decision also agreed upon by Wayne. Their main objective was to gather information about the dungeon in the early stages; a complete conquest was far off.

She needs to act prudently.

For your own safety and to avoid giving your master the impression of being reckless, otherwise he will keep a closer eye on you in the future.

"Lord Fenton, how long do you estimate it will take to enter the main tomb?"

Wayne asked the noble in charge a question.

"It seems you did your research beforehand. Many people think we're excavating the tomb right now. That's right, we've only gone from the outermost periphery to the outermost periphery. It's more like a large, complex maze, with layers upon layers. Historically, it has been used to cover buildings several times, so we should still have about 3 days of excavation to go before reaching the main structure."

"According to the intelligence, the edge has been nested by underground monsters, as you have seen. However, the most troublesome insects have all been eliminated by Lady Frilian."

"Therefore, we will easily cross the monster layer, thanks to their years of digging, which will definitely push our progress forward by a lot."

He pointed and saw that mercenaries had already brought out monster materials, each one killed in one hit without any chance of survival.

many!

They were basically wiped out by Frilian alone yesterday.

It's hard to imagine what kind of perception allowed her to accurately kill monsters through layers of tombs. The sheer audacity of her attack paths alone is astounding. These monsters deserved their deaths, after all, it was the divine mage herself who took action.

The situation is better than expected, because the monster layer has been cleared thanks to Frilian.

Keep going.

Reports of new discoveries gradually came from inside, such as "There is a coffin here," "Make a rubbing of all the murals," "Copy the text and take it back," and "Take away any complete objects you can carry first," indicating that the discovery was quite fruitful.

Vlame was intrigued, but she was more interested in the battle and had no interest in the meticulous archaeological work.

And so the group continued to move the artifacts.

They dug with great enthusiasm, finding many valuable items such as gold and silver jewelry, which would be a windfall even just from the dividends.

Meanwhile, some people simply moved the coffin out, casually placed it on the ground with a bang, causing the coffin lid to drift and reveal the remains. Of course, there were also the personal burial items inside, which were then divided up and taken away.

"is this okay?"

When Vlamé saw this, the corner of his mouth twitched.

"If you hire this bunch of cheapskates, you have to be prepared. They're unprofessional and lack manners, but they're efficient."

Fenton said dismissively, "Judging from the scale of the burial goods, we're almost at the main tomb. Perhaps we can find out about the white figure you're worried about..."

Boom!

Suddenly, a muffled thud came from inside the passageway, followed by a cacophony of curses and wails.

Wayne immediately judged: "Someone triggered the trap and was hit by an arrow, but it shouldn't be a fatal wound, and they can be healed."

“Lord Vlame, as the true disciple of Guild Master Frilian, you should be the most skilled in healing magic present. I am willing to pay a high price to heal them.”

"I would have done it even if you hadn't told me."

The red-haired girl took the initiative to walk towards the stretcher that was being carried out, albeit unsteadily.

As Wayne had guessed correctly, it was a classic arrow wound, rusted from years of disrepair, and tetanus-like. However, sunlight healed it all; the bleeding stopped and a scab formed in no time. The wounded soldier was extremely grateful, thankful to have escaped with his life.

"You're welcome. You just need to rest and recover afterward."

She was happy to seize the opportunity to hone her skills, as it was also a way for her to benefit others; the higher the efficiency, the greater the practical value.

What Volame seeks is a high level of healing, such as the scarless recovery like his master.

"Someone!"

Suddenly a loud shout came from inside the tomb, followed by an explosion that kicked up dust.

Not far from the entrance to the Tomb of the Fallen King, Vlame suddenly felt a strong tremor beneath his feet, and the dust from the explosion washed over his face, causing him to cough violently.

Her first reaction was to activate her magic barrier and roll away to create distance.

Wide-range perception!

The magical scan extended outwards, and sure enough, someone was killed by the shockwave. A single encounter resulted in death, a ruthless act. But there was no one else in sight; the attacker seemed to have vanished deep into hiding, escaping after the attack.

The sudden loss prompted everyone to evacuate immediately.

The workers and scholars who were digging for treasure inside ran away as fast as they could. Fortunately, they remembered to take the wounded and the dead with them. Their panicked behavior undoubtedly amplified the panic.

There were cries, wails, and incoherent ramblings at the scene; it was another white figure, but no other information.

"quiet."

Fenton said coldly, "Treat the wounded, perform autopsies, and compile reports."

"Hurry up, everyone."

He pointed to the mercenaries. For those who were paid to do things and often risked their lives, this scene was nothing. They immediately acted according to their employer's instructions. Of course, there were experts in the investigation and tracking team, and they quickly began to check the procedures.

Vlame took the initiative to treat the wounded.

Thanks to her efforts, those who didn't die on the spot were relieved, and with the help of other priests and clerics, casualties were minimized.

Healing magic was most developed during the era when Frilian taught magic.

The autopsy results came back quickly: "Report: The deceased died from a magical cannon attack, a standard method used by a mage. There were also sword wounds, resulting in a fatal blow, indicating an assassination attempt. Therefore, an ambush squad, or rather, monsters with corresponding abilities, existed within the tomb; their specific form should be..."

The doctor even roughly deduced the enemy's outline based on the location and force of the wound and eyewitness descriptions.

people?

All intelligence indicated that it was at least a monster with a "human" appearance, and the possibility of an inside job was ruled out, because everyone was watching and no one had the opportunity to commit the crime.

What's strange is that even the techniques seem human.

Even the coroner was baffled and almost doubted his own judgment.

A sense of suspicion arose among them, their eyes darted around, and the atmosphere gradually became wary and guarded.

"It is a monster similar to a phantom ghost, and the clones it creates are even more powerful, with an unknown upper limit. This is Master's judgment."

Vlame's statement drew everyone's attention: "Now is not the time for suspicion; we must proceed according to the contingency plan for dealing with the monsters."

"Yes, that's right."

Fenton was the first to express his support, as he was in charge and did not want the project to be interrupted.

He solemnly instructed the adventurers:

"It's your turn to take the stage. Make sure to clear out all the traps and monsters inside, leaving none behind, so as to create space for subsequent exploration."

The employees readily agreed, since the Labyrinth Kingdom had always been generous in this regard. It was like mining for gold, so they were guaranteed to succeed no matter what. Therefore, the combat power they recruited was among the best.

If they don't have any work to do, they'll worry about not getting their commissions.

"Will Lord Vlame go in?"

"As you probably know, President Frilian just instructed us to be careful and that the association is not accepting hires for the time being."

Fenton was met with a rebuttal from Wayne.

However, he still turned to the red-haired girl and added:

"I'm just reminding you not to forget your master's advice, Vlame. You've grown up. Ultimately, it's up to you to choose."

Hearing this, she took a deep breath, recalling Frillian's words from the previous night... Perhaps her master had already foreseen the danger. She couldn't back down; she had said she would create a hero's legacy, and she couldn't give up halfway.

"Let's go."

"Since you've made up your mind, I'll go with you so we can at least look out for each other."

The two had already teamed up several times along the way and were familiar with each other's styles, so forming a temporary team wouldn't be a problem; a warrior and a mage were a perfect match. The current situation was something Frilian had deliberately preserved; on the contrary, her team was unhealthy—what kind of mage and assassin team up? This sacrifice couldn't be wasted.

The addition of such a strong player naturally delighted Fenton, who welcomed him with open arms.

"Don't worry, you won't work for nothing. I'll pay you double the commission. Oh, and add the money you earned protecting the excavation site to that."

"We'll go ahead first."

After a polite nod, the red-haired girl strode towards the entrance of the passageway, her back view unwavering.

Money meant nothing to Vorame. Having lived with elves for so long, she felt indifferent to it; it was something she couldn't take with her when she died, so it didn't matter to her at all.

Moreover, the remuneration for teaching assistant work is very generous, so they are not short of money. Some people even try to curry favor with them by giving them gifts.

The goal of this trip is to explore the maze.

She arrived at the door, greeted the group of adventurers, and gave a brief introduction. The atmosphere was friendly, and they were very welcoming, after all, she was a well-known and powerful mage. Most importantly, her healing abilities were unparalleled; who would refuse a healer?

set off.

The group entered the dark space in a grand procession, and a sense of oppression washed over them.

Although the illumination spell was activated, perception was still obstructed.

Someone warned, "It's all those monsters' fault for messing up the magic here. The constant confinement and disorder have dulled our senses, so please be careful... Actually, saying that might amplify the illusion."

"Impossible. Collective illusions are very difficult to achieve; they require at least the level of a demon sage."

Wien said.

“That’s true. In fact, there have been records of phantoms and similar phenomena at the tomb over the years. We are not the first visitors. Countless tomb raiders have coveted it in the past, and without exception, they have added new inhabitants to the tomb.”

One of the scouts pointed to the skull pinned to the wall by an arrow.

Whoosh!

Sure enough, there were hidden weapons and mechanisms.

It was pointless to face a master with exceptional reflexes, so the exploration team continued forward, successively overcoming traps such as rolling stones, pitfalls, and pendulums.

Vlamé barely needed to lift a finger; the task was handled effortlessly and without anyone getting hurt. It's undeniable that these people are professionals; no wonder the Labyrinth Kingdom paid them a high price to hire them. With them, days' worth of exploration was completed in just a few hours.

Looking back, all I could see was darkness; I couldn't see the way I had come.

At this moment, a sense of tension rose in her heart, because the passage was too oppressive... Suddenly, steps appeared under her feet, and the space in front of her opened up, with countless towering pillars supporting the ceiling.

"Finally, it's spacious. Looks like we've entered the main part of the tomb."

The team, who had been trekking nervously all the way, could finally sit down and take stock. There were exactly twenty people, not a single one missing and not a single one over.

The tour leader explained: "Ahead lies the depths of the Tomb of the Fallen King. Over the years, collapses and occasional earthquakes have made the structure unstable, so please be careful. Now I will outline the basic route."

Boom!

A beam of magic struck the barrier—it was Vlame's enchantment.