Frilian at Elden Ring

After a while, they finally arrived at a high ground, where several magic circles reacted, revealing a prison.

Arrived.

A civilian warned, "Lady Frilian, be careful. This guy often exudes pressure and drives everyone away, even through the seal."

"That's right, it's always chaotic, with monsters running around everywhere."

Clearly, they had been tormented for many years, though it was certainly better than being devoured alive by the Aborigines. It was evident that those sealed away were extremely unwilling to accept their fate, never slacking off in their training, still dreaming of one day showing their true abilities.

Those who remain untouched by the passage of time should be treated with caution, for they are all people of unwavering will and tempered through countless trials.

Of course, Frilian also kept an eye on the players' comments:

I like this animation style; it's pretty cool, and it's very satisfying to fight with. The combat is exhilarating.

[Beware of remote freezing]

[The movement speed isn't high, but it will chase you down. Once a combo hits, you might get pinned down and forced to get up. Ugh, I got brutally beaten by the BOSS!]

Observe carefully, use a side roll to dodge, but don't get too far away.

[This design feels better than the Samir on the snowy mountain; it must be a boss configuration. No wonder he's considered an ancient hero of the War of Giants. It's a pity his stats are too low.]

[Defeat the enemy to obtain the Radagan Brand]

That's useless.

In addition, it includes some replays of death scenes, because they basically deduced the other side's attack path. Their movements were not fast, but they were steady and somewhat challenging.

She then took out a stone sword key, which she had almost never collected herself; it was a gift from a nobleman.

It turns out that having power is convenient; some tedious collection tasks don't need to be done personally.

Upon activating the seal, the field of vision changes abruptly.

Frillian immediately spotted a pale, long-haired figure sitting cross-legged with her back to her. The figure was tall and slender, possessing a powerful and beautiful physique, with lines resembling a work of art. Then she stood up, holding a curved greatsword.

The simple movements were filled with a sense of oppression. A cold wind suddenly blew through the prison, mixed with the roars of an ancient battlefield, as powerful as thunder.

click!

The sword sliced ​​through the ground, leaving a trail of sparks before pointing at the silver-haired girl.

"...I've heard that if a sealed person doesn't fall and die quickly enough, and the prison needs to be vacated, someone has to be sent to execute them. Could it be that you are the executioner of the Golden Dynasty?"

"You're quite the executioner, yet you've condescended to do this?"

Although the heroine Samir had envisioned several endings over the years, she never expected that her life would be ended by a powerful figure. Oh well, it can be considered a perfect ending to her long journey.

However, Frilian shook her head. Now it was the sealed one's turn to be puzzled. There was no hostility at all?

“In a sense, I am an enemy of the Golden Dynasty, so I am looking for like-minded people. I heard that you can be an ally.”

"Make a price."

"Work for me for a hundred years and I'll let you go."

"That's a generous price, but you're wrong. What I need is for you to demonstrate great power, otherwise your end will be another prison."

After saying this, Samirgu the Hero grinned, radiating a powerful aura.

Her opponent was not to be outdone, unleashing an even greater force that broke through the prison's seal and spread in all directions. In a sense, the seal had been broken, and she could have escaped now. But she wouldn't; instead, she was filled with curiosity.

When did such a powerful figure appear in the world? There's no need to ask. Stop wasting words and feel everything with your sword.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, the greatsword swept across with tremendous force, a full-force charge. In contrast, Frilian easily dodged it, simultaneously thrusting out a magical sword at a very tricky angle.

It is the armor on the chest, a time when old strength has faded and new strength has not yet arisen.

Suddenly, the very tip of the magic froze—

She raised an eyebrow and dodged, creating some distance. As the ancient hero Samir continued to unleash his power, an ice storm blew around him, and even his magic took on a freezing attribute to protect his master.

Players didn't mention it, so it's unique content again? Great, that's why it's worth recruiting.

"...You seem to be a Faded One? That would mean you'd be more ostracized than others and would require greater strength. Let me see."

The enthusiastic hero opened his arms to embrace the frosty sky, with snowflakes protecting him.

Ice storm!

Boiling blood fueled the coldest power, stirring up a biting winter wind on the warm, weeping peninsula. Long freed from the confines of prison, the resonance of their magic easily transcended the seal and was released unrestrained—this was an invitation.

"Since you're so eager for it, that's perfect. I also want to test the power of the new staff. Hang in there."

Frilian raised the Demi-human Queen's Staff.

Unlike before, when there was always a slight barrier between the magic of this world and the magic of this world, now there is no obstruction, and she will choose the Radiant Stone Magic to use the power of this world to decide the outcome.

Just as Samir was on guard against a direct confrontation, a thought struck her: something was wrong. Why wasn't the mage attacking? Instinctively, she looked up and saw stars twinkling above the ice storm.

That undeniable power proclaims its presence, catching everyone off guard.

They now had to close the distance with the spellcaster, but Frilian was chanting too fast, and the radiance of the brilliance had already faded.

Chapter 55 The Ruins Where the Witch Was Sealed

Attack head on!

Faced with the radiant stones covering Samir, the ancient hero wielded his curved greatsword, forming an impenetrable wall that intercepted them one by one.

It should be noted that the demi-human leader was completely powerless to resist being bombed, but she used her superb swordsmanship to deflect the magic stones one by one, and even shorten the distance between them.

Suddenly, she ducked to avoid the gunfire while sweeping a patch of ice crystals low.

Frillie easily dodged by taking a step back.

At the same time, the staff in his hand switched to another spell, curving across the ice shards and pointing directly at the target.

Can't stop!

Battle-hardened instincts saved the ancient hero Samir. This time, instead of fighting head-on, he rolled to the side, and the sharp blade flew past his ear, carving a furrow in the ground.

This is completely different from ordinary gem magic; the user's power has overturned the upper limit of magical damage.

Moreover, he hadn't completely dodged it; a gash appeared on his side, a wound on his armor. How many years had it been? How could his armor be damaged and he still be injured? Just who was this unfamiliar, faded-faced person?

However, Samir the Ancient Hero charged forward again without hesitation.

clang!

The longsword was actually blocked by a samurai sword, and the recoil almost made her drop her hand. Seeing this, she laughed loudly, "Good!"

The two, locked in a fierce battle, began to engage in close combat at mid-range. Each possessed ranged abilities, such as freezing or using radiant stones, releasing dazzling light in their back-and-forth exchanges, accompanied by thunderous explosions.

The sealed prison finally broke under the strain.

The aftershocks of their impact finally erupted, like a pressure cooker leaking and washing over the earth.

Ordinary people who were cautiously watching the battle were thrown into the air and thrown about, a force that was terrifying.

Fortunately, the situation is now clear:

It was obvious that Samir's movements had slowed down rapidly, and he was not yet used to the magic level of the borderlands after many years. It was like he was going to have to fight a powerful enemy during his rehabilitation exercises, and he was gradually becoming overwhelmed.

As for Frilian, she was happy to be a sparring partner, and only she could control the rhythm of the battle when facing ancient heroes, neither harming herself nor letting the aftermath of the battle slip by.

Suddenly, the tall warrior with long, pale hair drew circles on the spot, creating a storm that gradually resonated with the environment, stirring up wind and snow.

“What a desolate era.” She looked around. “Can you change all of this?”

"of course."

"Then let me see just how powerful the future king will be."

Samir, the ancient hero, held his sword in both hands, enveloping himself in icy protection. His body, which had been battered by wind and snow, was completely unfazed and even transformed into a weapon. Low-level magic could not harm his body at all; he seemed to have become a sharp sword.

I'm so happy, it's so exhilarating. I thought I was going to die in prison and eventually decay, but now I can fight with all my might. It's truly a blessing in my life.

The hero was deeply moved by the invitation extended by this distinguished, faded figure, but he had to test himself:

Can I still charge into battle?

In reality, those who haven't tasted battle for many years are truly put to the test. Therefore, they must give their all for the future commander-in-chief. If they can't hold on, then they are not worthy of joining the journey.

A chilling ice storm, imbued with a sense of enlightenment, created a frosty sky, blanketed the highlands in snow, and chilled the bone to the bone.

Then Samir the Ancient Hero moved. His greatsword, like a spear, gathered power, roaring wildly as it coalesced into one, unleashing a terrifying, absolutely freezing force that crashed down on the silver-haired girl.

Don't even think about dodging this combat technique that combines mass and size—

Crystallization scattering!

Using her newly acquired magic, Frillian weakened the ice block from the edge with hundreds of magic crystals. Although it carved out a long, serpentine path of attack, it disintegrated from the outside under the subtle magic.

Using minimal force to overcome great strength, she keenly detected the weak points in the ice and used an extremely high rate of fire to dismantle the target, countering each move as it came.

The Crystallization Magic from the Dark Souls world is no longer needed; a compatible version for this world has been found.

The struggle was faster than expected. A moment later, the ancient hero Samir staggered, leaning on his sword with one hand and kneeling down. When he looked up, he found that the frost sword energy had completely disappeared, and at the end stood a silver-haired girl who slowly put away her staff.

Although separated by an glacier, their passionate connection had already led them to understand each other.

"Your soul is very special...like a blazing fire."

"There aren't many people with that kind of insight."

After a few simple exchanges, Frilian realized that her reputation was well-deserved and that the reputation of the border region was quite valuable. She could be considered a very capable person and probably the strongest on the Weeping Peninsula.

"The giant race once worshipped the flames of an evil god, and the goddess Marika punished the entire race for it. What do you think made her so nervous?"

"Golden Tree?"

"It is said that the giant's flames can burn the golden tree. Of course, there are also black flames that contain death, snake fire that represents curses, not to mention mad fire. Fire is not a good thing here."

"Tools depend on people; you just haven't met a strong person who can master them."

“I know you have complete control over it, which is why I want to see the day you ascend to the capital, Rodel.”

The tall, pale-skinned warrior, holding his longsword horizontally and slightly bowing, spoke in front of the crowd:

"Since I come from a homeland that has been destroyed, please call me Samir. I will accompany you in creating great achievements."

“My name is Frilian, and my goal is the Elden Ring.”