Frilian at Elden Ring

The border region is inhabited by people who live long lives, and it is also dilapidated. The higher-ups do not pay attention to rewarding ordinary soldiers. After all, you are so cheap and durable, it is not worth the effort.

Rather than rewarding someone for unleashing a tiny bit of fighting power, it's better to keep costs to a minimum.

It's easy to understand, but it's truly heartbreaking for the exploited rank-and-file soldiers. However, Frilian brought her real-world experience to the border region: since it's war, the soldiers should be rewarded.

After tidying up, the group continued on their way.

There's no time to clean up the battlefield; that's up to the reinforcements. The most urgent task is to get to Moen City as soon as possible.

They cleared away all the mixed-race people they could see along the way.

They advanced with overwhelming force, crushing any monsters that attempted to attack, regardless of their numbers, eliminating them on sight. Their numbers accumulated to over a hundred, while according to Elena, the rioting hybrids numbered only a thousand.

The troops came to the city.

Upon arriving in Frilian, they were met with a foul stench. The city gates were wide open, a fierce wind swept through, bringing with it flames and the sounds of slaughter.

Moen City had officially fallen. Through the iron gates, countless hybrids were wreaking havoc, frantically devouring the already lifeless. Then they turned to look at the newcomers, never expecting anyone to dare to come.

Very good, excellent. There's no such thing as too much food. With this thought, they laughed uproariously and even dismembered the corpses to cheer themselves up, waving their broken limbs.

It was a horrifying sight. Even the blind Elena trembled as she clung to Frilian. The roaring voices were filled with resentment, the mournful cries of the dead and wounded.

"...Is my home gone?"

"It's alright, we'll take it back now—and annihilate the enemy!"

Frillie raised her staff high, unleashing a sweeping arc of radium spanning dozens of meters, unstoppable and instantly severing any hybrids it touched. The fan-shaped blue energy cut through all obstacles.

The arrogant bastards were cut in half before they could react, each one being severed at the waist.

Pfft!

When their upper bodies fell to the ground, they were still in a daze, unable to believe it, and then they screamed in pain before quickly dying from exhaustion.

The cutting of the pyroxene arc continued, so sharp that it left marks on the city wall, making one wonder if it was enough to cut off a large section of the city gate.

In fact, Frillie acted out of anger.

Even elves can get angry sometimes. For example, these hybrids are just as bad as demons, and even more foolish and impossible to communicate with. They must be completely eliminated, and also to take over Moen City.

She dismounted, holding Elena's hand with one hand and suppressing her with magical firepower with the other.

It's less about suppression and more about annihilation, because these mere hybrids are no match for them. The curved arc is invincible, slaying every enemy within sight.

They didn't even let the shadows go.

With her magical perception fully activated, Frillie covered the center of the city gate, ready to unleash a barrage of stones at the first sign of an enemy.

In just a few breaths, countless monsters were torn to pieces or blown to smithereens, their blood staining the battlefield. This time, the corpses of hybrids dotted the battlefield, with no intact creatures in sight.

The noble soldiers, poised to attack, looked at each other in bewilderment.

The three hundred soldiers had just formed their battle formation and were preparing to charge forward when, in the blink of an eye, the enemy collapsed.

The legion of ashes followed the silver-haired girl, searching every nook and cranny, and had already entered the clearing phase.

At first, they didn't understand the name "Destroyer of Demons," only knowing that the area around Hyde Fortress was a scorched wasteland. Now they realized that Frilian possessed the most outstanding battlefield dominance and was invincible.

Roar!

Suddenly, a winged hybrid wielding a large sword leaped down from above and aimed directly at Frillie.

However, the next moment her staff suddenly grew into a magical greatsword, even taller than the city wall, and pierced straight through the target in mid-air, or rather, annihilated it, leaving not even bone fragments.

The entire battlefield of Moen City witnessed that astonishing magical pressure.

The battle-hardened mage displayed a profound depth that had spanned several worlds, a magical reaction of unfathomable depth.

Its power and influence extended to all directions.

A gust of wind spread out from the front.

The previously active hybrids fell silent, some even covering their heads with their hands, too afraid to move. As lower beings, they could only sense the absolute terror emanating from this magic, which contained the souls of countless defeated beings, and they couldn't help but submit to it.

Edgar, who had been resting on the outermost tower of the castle, suddenly stood up, sweating profusely, his limbs trembling.

A true king! You can't be mistaken, he's a leader forged in the crucible of adversity, his unwavering resolve imbued with a unique magic.

Moreover, he was a complete stranger, so it was definitely not Grek.

"Reinforcements?"

He breathed a sigh of relief; after fighting for so long, the dawn had finally broken. His personal guards cheered and fired signal flares in response, confirming each other's positions.

"Lord of the city, we are saved! We have protected Moen City."

"It's a pity that the Greatsword of the Sword Corpse fell into the hands of the Lion Hybrid. Moreover, I have already lost my reputation for causing such great losses. If I am fortunate enough to be alive, I must apologize." Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but lower their heads.

Everyone understands that things would have been better if Stoneville had provided support sooner, or even sent troops to guard the bridge.

But the result was that the fortress almost fell. They felt indignant on behalf of the city lord and hoped that the commander of the reinforcements would be lenient and not punish him too harshly.

Edgar shouted, "Let's continue the battle and rendezvous with the reinforcements!"

The group, their morale soaring, charged down from the tower. This time, they weren't trapped; they routed the enemy in one fell swoop. The mixed-race enemies, already overwhelmed by the pressure, were thrown into disarray and fell dead one after another.

The shouts of battle echoed far and wide from the high place.

The 300-strong squad that broke through to the central courtyard of Moen City observed their allies through binoculars, making their advance even smoother. Under the cover of top-notch battlefield magic, they advanced with ease.

"Oh? Edgar is still alive? He's hard to persuade." The captain made no attempt to hide his disappointment.

“I can make a heroic sacrifice so that other nobles can take my place.”

The Black Knife Assassin offered a professional assessment: with just one order from Frilian, he could create an unexpected incident that would save face for the nobles who valued inheritance laws, resulting in a win-win situation for everyone.

The Undead Legion remained silent, wiping their greatswords as they gazed in the direction of the city lord, a skilled knight who had lost his homeland.

All villains?

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Elena looked flustered and quickly explained, "I will persuade my father. He will understand that Lady Frilian is more suited to be king. What do you think? Please give me some more time."

Everyone looked at the person in charge, but the silver-haired girl seemed to be communicating with someone unseen—a special spirit witch.

Frillie was focused on something else.

After Melina appeared, she pointed to the coastline at the end of the city wall.

"It's the aura of a mad fire; it hasn't given up yet and is currently mating with a large hybrid."

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PS

Perhaps this image is more suitable for a scenario where multiple account attributes are combined.

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Chapter 45 Meeting with Lord Edgar

Moen City Coast.

The enormous lion hybrid howled in agony as its two eyeballs burned away, replaced by black and yellow flames that quickly spread across its body.

A voice seemed to echo in its mind: "Kill the person named Elena, create the Mad Fire Witch."

Yes, for the sake of a supreme cause, for the creation of new life for all things.

By the way, let me say hello to the candidates for the King of Madness.

The lion hybrid lay prostrate on the ground, letting the evil, frenzied fire take over its body. It gained power, surging and boundless, an unprecedented and exhilarating experience...

Inside the city.

Melina frowned upon sensing that aura, then looked at Elena and Frilian.

"It seems you've all been targeted by the Madfire. In the eyes of those madmen, the powerful Faded One, unparalleled in thousands of years, is worth bewitching, along with a witch to guide him."

"My witch is only you."

The silver-haired girl's unwavering words stirred her heart, but it wasn't the time to be happy. Who knew what tricks the Mad Fire was hiding?

At the same time, the remaining hybrids in the entire city of Moen suddenly stopped moving, baring their teeth and howling. The loudest roar came from the coastline, and the monsters resonated with each other, sliding into madness.

This is not good. Could it be that they planted a trap here all along?

Frilian replaced her katana with a shield in her left hand, which was enough to protect herself, but she also had to keep Elena safe.

The player information mentions that this person is an important part of the Mad Fireline, and that storylines that require sacrifice are not what she pursues and must be avoided.

Moreover, as an aggregator of various forces, he wouldn't mind meeting the Madfire faction, but he didn't need to tell Melina about this idea, as the latter was already troubled by how she had been targeted.

At this moment, a group of people walked down from the city wall.

The one leading the group was Lord Edgar. He was about to express his gratitude when he noticed his daughter, whom he had painstakingly escorted out of the dangerous battlefield, was also there. He immediately asked anxiously, "What are you doing here?"

“Father, I’ve come to persuade you to leave, and it’s dangerous for me to be out there alone.”

Seeing that an argument might break out, Frilian said, "Lord, as you can see, Madfire has taken a liking to Elena's potential. That lion hybrid is proof of that. I noticed this, so I brought her with me to protect her."

"Thank you."

Edgar was not entirely unaware of some of the secrets circulating in the border region.

He had always felt that there was an enemy lurking deep inside, coveting Irena. Now that she has finally jumped out and caused such a big trouble, it is likely that the mixed-race rebellion was fueled by her.

Therefore, it's fortunate that the reinforcements were willing to protect the daughter; for a strong person, it's indeed safer to bring her along.

The only thing I'm suspicious of is: Who are you?

Why are they dressed as Nymgford noble soldiers, and not as Grek soldiers? Could it be that Kenneth's colleagues were ordered to provide support?

Not entirely correct.

They clearly belonged to the silver-haired girl, who possessed a powerful aura and extremely high magical skill; she was the one who unleashed that earth-shattering demonic sword strike. It was impossible for them to be loyal to Kenneth; if they were to be loyal, it would be the other way around.

In border regions, power is the only reason for dominance. It doesn't matter if you don't understand the details; as long as your fist is big enough, the necessary resources will automatically gravitate towards you.

“My name is Frilian, and I am a Faded One. I have come to help Morn City quell the rebellion.”

"Your Excellency is truly wise and understanding!"

Although there are many inexplicable points, Edgar was not a pedantic person and set aside the controversy for the time being.

Besides, it's hard for him not to notice his other subordinates. Even the Black Knife Assassin is willing to submit? Openly recruiting the Golden Tree's enemies and providing them with protection? How capable are you? It seems you really are.