Frilian at Elden Ring

The reason for not completely occupying the area is that the military is worried about pollution and plans to observe it first before considering further action.

"Too weak. They are probably insignificant to the Three Fingers of Mad Fire."

“For Him, a future king like you is the right one.”

"If Vic and the Three Fingers of Madness had made some kind of deal, that would have been fine, but in the end, neither he nor the witch had a good ending. He's clearly not a reliable god. In terms of causing trouble, he's not even as troublesome as the Goddess of Corruption."

"Perhaps because He has been sealed away, at least that's what the rumors say."

Melina looked on with a look of reminiscence. "I don't know exactly where it is."

"No matter where you are, you have to meet up. Dangerous factors are not allowed at the crossroads where the future will return to an era of abundance."

"It would be best if we didn't meet."

Although she knew she probably couldn't dissuade Frilian, she was willing to take a beating even from the Outer Gods just to explore the borderlands and collect everything.

Hopefully, one day we can get rid of those spreading this propaganda.

The Madfire are undoubtedly one of the most hated factions, with extremely high levels of hatred; they are like rats crossing the street, hated by everyone. As long as they exist, they are likely to cause more trouble.

Frilian continued her journey toward Madfire Village.

The landscape was dilapidated and lacked any signs of life, a stark contrast to the idyllic scenery of the south.

Deserve it.

It's obvious they brought this on themselves; the frenzied energy that seeped into the soil wasn't something they prayed for. If they had just toned it down a bit, and not gone completely insane, they could have served as a treatment sample—who knows, maybe even cured them? Unfortunately, they're completely worthless now.

Suddenly she spotted a point of light not far away—it was a treasure! Although it might not be anything valuable in this place, she couldn't miss it.

The Hapoelli Disaster

[A portrait of a madman with crushed eyes, a faint smile tinged with obsequiousness]

[They will become more vulnerable to enemy attacks]

A man named Chapolili was punished by having his eyes crushed by the crowd for speaking ill of others.

It is said that later, epilepsy developed in his eye sockets.

A taunt charm?

This is the first time Frillie has seen a charm with this function. What's the use? Does it make the enemy hate you even more? She doesn't mind, but as long as the hatred doesn't drive them to lose their minds, it's not a very powerful thing.

When in doubt, seek advice and guidance from other players:

[One of the essential pieces of equipment for the Summoning Snail build. With it, you can simply be a spectator and witness the journey. Shake the bell, and the road to kingship will be smooth sailing.]

Equip the Bionic Teardrop and you'll never have to worry about the BOSS inexplicably losing aggro again. While not foolproof, it's very effective; as long as your aggro is lower than another friendly unit's, you win.

You must prioritize attacking the minion with Taunt.

[Using it on yourself is also a viable strategy; it has its own area-of-effect aggro attraction, so you can kill as many as come.]

[It's still too easy to lose aggro]

[Stay away, let Teardrop Brother fight, the main body just needs to hold up the shield]

[Actually, if you're a dedicated player of the Abyss Summoning game, you won't have a charm slot for this. It's more of a nice-to-have item, nothing special.]

[Fun Amulet]

The amulet modeled after Shapley is designed to taunt; how much do you attract hatred?

[Ever since I installed the bionic teardrop, I don't have to worry about being ambushed...]

Compared to the information about the amulet itself, what truly caught Frillie's attention was the bionic teardrop that players repeatedly praised. She had mentioned it briefly before, and it had received rave reviews. Could it be some kind of powerful treasure?

It's highly likely to be ashes; based on word-of-mouth reviews, it's probably the first set of ashes of high intensity.

Unfortunately, her whereabouts are unknown, and she suspects she's in the underground world. She doesn't know any further details, so she can only take it one step at a time, hoping to receive a notification once she reaches her destination.

You won't miss anything if you travel all over the border areas.

As she carefully examined the amulet, Melina glanced at her and said:

"Shapolili is a notorious sinner who spreads the Mad Fire. He is wanted by every faction on the borderlands and is disliked everywhere. But he is very good at hiding and is said to have the ability to possess other people's bodies, so he always manages to escape capture."

"With your qualifications, it's not surprising that you've been targeted by the Mad Fire cultists. You must distance yourself from them."

She made no secret of her disgust for this group of cult members.

Frillie nodded.

The power within her body is too mixed and in a fragile balance, making her quite troublesome when encountering mental attacks with a berserk attribute. It is not purely malicious, but a state that is easy to bypass defenses, so she needs to be careful of the contamination of the manic fire.

Furthermore, even such a vast border area cannot tolerate such wicked and evil creatures as you.

"Sooner or later we will have to deal with the Outer God of Madness you mentioned. He is the same source as the God of Corruption and the Ones of Death, and he must be purified."

"It's good that you have this awareness."

"These are all world-class pollutions, far more dangerous than the regional destruction caused by some fragmented monarchs."

In Frilian's eyes, Grek's limb reattachment and Lacard's devouring were things that needed to be dealt with, but for now they were limited to a certain area of ​​territory and were not too important. Killing the ringleader would naturally end the matter.

After stretching, the silver-haired girl continued her journey through the dilapidated village.

During the process, an unexpected reward came from solving a dung beetle problem:

【Sky-Piercing Fiery Flames】

[Originating from the prayer of the Mad Three-Finger. It can condense from the eyes and release yellow, manic fire.]

[By accumulating power, its strength can be enhanced, allowing it to break through defenses.]

Those who attempted to control their inner turmoil in the past all ended up going mad in the final battles of their desperate inner wars, without exception.

This prayer is proof that we have overcome the fire of madness.

As expected of the Madfire Village, they only produce useless Madfire-type prayers. But this one is quite unique, truly irresistible, given the overwhelmingly positive feedback from players:

The prayer with the longest range.

A fully charged attack can penetrate all enemies in its path in a straight line, and it also ignores defenses...

"Frilian, you don't intend to use it, do you?"

Melina's voice came through with alarm.

"How could that be? It's just a study."

The two walked and talked, and in no time they had explored the entire Madfire stronghold. As it turned out, they didn't find anything new, since the Knights of Kalia had already wiped them out cleanly and efficiently.

They didn't linger, but went to the other side of the lonely little building.

Calm Church.

Nestled on a verdant hillside, dotted with shrubs and even ivy climbing the church's bricks, it is weathered and worn. Even in an area where most ancient buildings are located, it is considered dilapidated, undoubtedly having endured many years of wind and rain.

The reason it has stood undisturbed to this day is because of its remote location and the rumor that every visitor who came before it died.

For some reason, the church exuded a murderous aura.

As Frilian stepped into the area, the heavy magic became even more active. At the same time, Melina deliberately concealed herself, sensing that a battle might be about to begin.

hum!

The warning of the Red Spirit invasion sounded. Upon hearing this, the silver-haired girl subconsciously switched to a small scythe to wipe her face, holding it with both hands in a state of high alert, and even did a few sliding steps on the spot as a warm-up.

He's regained his former touch; he's still got it.

The performance art piece left Melina bewildered, prompting her to ask, "What are you doing?"

"If it's an invasion by a competitor, then we need to use specialized combat methods."

"I don't quite understand this."

"I don't like intrusion either, but I can't help it. Anyway, stay away. This red spirit's aura is very powerful."

Recalling her numerous battles against the Ashes of the parallel world within the Dark Souls universe, Frillien dared not be careless at this moment. Fortunately, things took a turn for the better:

[Vik has been invaded by "burnt finger marks"]

The newcomer was fully armed, with three fingerprint-like indentations on his armor, as if scratched by three extremely hot fingers. He wielded a long spear, his gait steady, exuding the aura of someone hardened by countless battles, but he was definitely not a player.

It turned out that a fading user, who wasn't actually in the same industry, suddenly invaded, almost scaring me.

Frillie switched back to her staff and stared intently at the renowned Knight of the Round Table, Vic. Strange, why was he invading in the form of a red spirit?

"Is it a lingering obsession you left behind here?"

The powerful figures on the border did indeed demonstrate the ability to create clones; they could do it themselves, and the intruders before them were probably doing the same.

"what--"

Suddenly, Vic clutched his head and roared to the sky, a shrill and piercing scream that echoed through the heavens, accompanied by ripples of maddening magical power. Caught off guard, Frilian felt a sharp pain in her head, as if the will of an ancient god had been awakened.

She quickly cast several calming and soothing spells on herself to forcefully counteract the escalating madness, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

This is not good; if the Mad Fire causes the Ancient Gods to wreak havoc, it will be troublesome.

Just as she was applying the buff, Vikt engulfed the gun barrel in flames, causing it to boil at high temperatures.

prick!

With simple movements and incredible speed, he traversed dozens of meters in the blink of an eye, leaving a trail of fiery light that shot straight towards her. In an instant, the silver-haired girl dodged to the side; it was best to avoid contact.

Unexpectedly, the spear, which was so powerful, suddenly changed course, turning from a thrust into a sweep.

With a crisp clang, the staff deflected it.

However, the force of the rotation did not cause Vic to lose his balance. Instead, he used the force to carry the gun on his body and launched another attack, sending flames shooting towards him.

Rock ball.

The two exploded in mid-air, each canceling out the other's power.

The high-speed offensive and defensive battle made Frilian look at the invaders with newfound respect; they truly lived up to their reputation as Ancient Dragon Knights, possessing top-notch martial arts skills. After all, the Monger she had fought before was a mage, and Ratahn was so frenzied that he couldn't display his exquisite battlefield techniques.

The next moment he charged again, his spear thrusting into the dragon, but the sharp edge was precisely tapped by Kalia's longsword, and the force was dissipated.

It was the silver-haired girl's keen eyesight that caught the fleeting vulnerability, allowing her to regain the initiative.

Kalia's Swift Sword.

At close range, she suddenly unleashed a deadly attack, her swordsmanship enhancing the ever-changing length of the radiant stone blade—a move of unimaginable difficulty. Sensing danger, Vic quickly rolled left and right, narrowly dodging the attack, and then swiftly created distance.