Frilian at Elden Ring

As she spoke, the silver-haired girl's body lit up as if she had switched to a different form. Little did anyone know that she had changed from her original form to the Stargazer. She did not ask any further questions but followed the advice of the Faded One.

Rune's nourishment gave Frilian more power. Each account was in an independent multiplication zone, not overlapping with each other, but could be superimposed on the main body, ultimately making herself stronger.

The essence of magic in games should be to allow users to experience different power systems, embracing diversity and incorporating all elements.

"How did Lady Frilian defeat the Tree Guardian?"

"As you can see, it's all about sweat and hard work."

"Yes, every bit of your strength is traceable, and when combined, they are simply incredible, which is why they are even more astonishing."

"If you're going to become the King of Elden, this level of achievement is nothing."

Melina was relieved by the confident speech. Although she had a lot of questions to ask, they weren't very familiar with each other yet. Either way, it was in her best interest; finding such a powerful person was a once-in-a-millennium event.

If just anyone could help, there would be no need for Torret to screen people, and she wouldn't have lingered at the border for so long without making any progress.

How lucky.

What's your next destination?

"I definitely need to go to Stoneville City to check out the defenses first. The strategy can wait. I'll scout it out first, then move around this area. I need to figure out the basic situation before I make any decisions."

Veteran player Frillie knows very well that she should be in the starting area, and it would be unwise to embark on a rash expedition.

She wouldn't be satisfied if she didn't collect all the illustrations; even the smallest detail could potentially lead to advancements in magic, and the inspiration would benefit the real world—why not?

"It's a wise choice. With our current strength, we are far inferior to the demigod Grik. We should simply bide our time and conceal our abilities."

Maybe.

Judging from the newcomer's effortless performance, he might be capable of challenging even the weakest demigod. However, for safety's sake, Melina still recommends focusing on activities on the Sobbing Peninsula and not rushing forward. After all, we've waited so many years, let alone anything else.

As for Frilian, she was considering whether or not she should establish a power base if she were to become king.

Weak guidance is unbearable, so should we unite a team to eventually storm the royal city and unify the border region? Take it one step at a time.

"Then I'm getting ready to set off, my destination is the next blessed point."

"My advice is to get to the front of the checkpoint."

"By the way, Melina, have you always been able to remain in a spirit form and not be able to travel with me in physical form?"

"It's complicated to explain, but in short, that's how I am right now. I can't find a suitable body, and in the eyes of those who can't see the blessing, I'm probably just a wandering soul. Do you mind?"

"I don't mind. What I mean is that sooner or later we will find the magic that gives spirits a physical body."

She didn't believe that she couldn't handle the magical knowledge from several worlds, especially since there were still some incredible things stored in the package that she could use to shape flesh and blood once she could use them.

There are always more ways than difficulties.

Melina was slightly taken aback by the magnanimity and tolerance of the elven race; she hadn't expected to receive such a promise, but she didn't respond further.

On the one hand, witches should not become too close to those who have faded.

On the other hand, if you can't solve your own problems, there's no need to solve them. Just wait until the golden tree is burned down one day, and everything will be fine.

After exchanging further information, the two, each with their own agenda, decided to set off, their destination being ahead of the Light Card. Upon leaving the Blessed Space, Frilian summoned her spirit horse, while Melina merged into it as a spirit, and together they journeyed towards the massive city.

It is very vast.

After riding her horse for a while, she had a rough estimate of the area of ​​the border region, which was probably no less than the real continent, not to mention the areas outside the border region.

The path to becoming king cannot be accomplished in a day or two; long-term planning is essential.

She gazed at the golden tree and smiled faintly.

As it happens, elves have no shortage of time. Now that the journey has begun, Frilian has plenty of time to get to know this new world.

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Chapter 6 First Encounter with Lani

There are small monsters ahead.

After leaving the hillside of the King's Chapel, Frillie began to wander towards the distant city, and sure enough, she encountered several zombie enemies.

With the mage's ease of use, simply casting Magic Shards from a distance will allow for easy harvesting, and Rune is now available.

According to Melina, most of these monsters were created because of the broken Elden Ring. The once great Age of Abundance was over, the Tree of Life system collapsed, and a large number of half-dead people filled the world.

Their faces are too dangerous to look at closely; a closer look reveals that they are practically dried mummies staggering along.

Too weak.

Even the runes they contributed were negligible.

"There are so many living corpses under the seemingly glorious Golden Tree. It seems that this world is not as glamorous as it appears."

Of course, it's still better than relying on the linking of the fire to prolong life. In Frilian's view, it's difficult for the Dark Souls world to organize a large number of people to conduct large-scale and reliable research on magic, while the existence of a magic academy in the border region is invaluable.

Magic technology is the primary productive force and will surely change the world.

However, Lake Lienia is still a long way off, and we need to explore it slowly without rushing. So for now, the main thing is to ride around on a spirit horse, kill monsters, and obtain runes.

She adheres to one principle: level up as much as you can in a safe place, and sleep as much as you can when you need to.

Because once you enter the main storyline, map exploration, or miniature garden dungeons, the environment becomes highly demanding, leaving no room for carelessness. Where will you find the leisure to grind levels? You must seize every opportunity.

Stability is paramount.

Freylen's long experience with Souls-like games has made her cautious and meticulous, leaving no corner unchecked and no enemy overlooked. She always checks everything before entering a new environment...

It was already afternoon, thanks to this earnest and slow pace.

She then spurred her horse forward and galloped onward. If one ignored the zombies and the occasional soldier, the scenery was indeed beautiful.

A moment later, a dilapidated stone church came into view, with the words "Isley Church" appearing above.

Whenever I become so engrossed in exploring the world that I forget the differences from reality, there will always be one or two details that remind me that this is not real. After all, real reality shouldn't automatically have a line of God-like comments appearing on it.

The most eye-catching thing in the church was a man in red.

"Hello?"

“You’re a Faded One, and you don’t seem like you’ll attack me. In that case, we can talk business…”

The man in red is named Kale, a traveling merchant who makes his home wherever he goes. It is said that his group has left their mark in every corner of the border region.

Speaking of the traveling merchant Frilian, I have a deep impression of her. In reality, the elven village is quite isolated, with few exchanges with the outside world for several years at a time. The occasional visitors are nothing more than bold merchants who act as bridges for the exchange of goods.

Doing business in lands ravaged by demons or overrun by monsters requires courage.

"I admire businessmen like you. Is there anything you can recommend?"

"I sincerely recommend that tool bags be used to make props."

He showed the goods one by one, and when the opportunity arose, Frilian bought the recommended product first, because it was likely related to a new gameplay element, and the earlier a character appeared, the more far-reaching their influence.

Then exclude those that are easy to collect and require little technical expertise, and buy as many of the rest as possible.

Complete collection.

After the transaction, Kale's attitude improved, and the two chatted and laughed as they exchanged information about the border region, allowing her to gain a better understanding:

The history of the border region is much older than one might imagine.

The devastating wars that overturned everything are thousands of years old, not to mention the golden age of the dynasty, which lasted for a considerable period of time.

Before the Golden Dynasty existed the Ancient Dragon Era, and the Dragon King could even be considered the true first King of Elden. Unfortunately, after his god departed, the race declined and relinquished its kingdom, and the more distant past is now unknown...

"That's all I know. Most of it is just hearsay. The real history should be told by those who experienced it firsthand."

After saying that, Kalie got up and started packing. One transaction was enough; it was time to leave.

The two waved goodbye.

Frillie chose to stay put and rest for a while, as she was exhausted from a long day of running around. This time, the game demonstrated its realism.

Perhaps it was these genuine feelings that prevented her from becoming a cold-hearted elf. As for the people in the borderlands, they all lived long lives, lacking the listless atmosphere of the elven villages. They should have been happy, but the shattered magic ring brought them suffering; indeed, every family has its own troubles…

"Who?"

The sudden unfamiliar aura made the silver-haired girl grip her staff tightly, ready for anything.

An overwhelming magical sense spread out, instantly covering the Church of Elek and scanning a radius of several kilometers before finally focusing on the broken walls and ruins.

A doll-like girl? Four hands are elegantly placed together, two faces, one of which is a blurry image with a richer expression, showing an undisguised surprise.

Lani never expected to encounter such a powerful figure in a weak place like Nymgford. Since they were both mages, Lani must understand how valuable this magical perception was and would almost certainly strike first.

With her extensive experience and knowledge, she quickly regained her composure.

"Hey faded one, come here, can we chat for a bit?"

"Of course, I'm honored."

Because the other person's demeanor had a certain aristocratic solemnity, Frilian treated him with the same courtesy.

As I said before, the earlier you encounter a character in the story, the more crucial they are. This person is likely to only visit at night, so I was lucky today.

"I am the witch Lena. I've heard there are exceptionally talented Faded Ones riding spirit horses, and it seems that must be you. While your strength is indeed undeniable, just to be on the safe side, I'll ask you one more question: You can summon Toret, right?"

"can."

Just tell the truth. As a player, there's no need to get too caught up in the scheming and intrigue. If you get tricked, you can just fight back. It won't affect the mood of the Elf race at all.

"The former master of Torret entrusted me with an important item, which I now need to pass on to you. It is called the Summoning Bell. It can summon souls from the ashes of those who have not returned to the tree. If they recognize you, they will fight for you and become a great help to you."

Frilian carefully took the bell; it was small and exquisite, yet contained a mysterious and unfathomable magic.

It must be a key item; I almost missed out on an important gameplay element.

"Thank you. May I ask who Toret's previous owner was?"

"I will not tell you. If you are a faded king, you will find out sooner or later. It doesn't really matter if you find out now."

Even so, Lani has already agreed that the royal city of Rodel will tremble in the hands of a new powerful figure.

"Ah."

Frillie knew this kind of rhetoric all too well. Riddles, after all, must ultimately be explored by oneself, or there may not even be a definitive answer. The truth can easily be buried by the twists and turns of history.