Frilian at Elden Ring

clang!

The silver-haired girl swiftly drew her sword and deflected the weapon, which was thrown off balance by the shock. The next moment, the Radiant Stone Arc arrived.

Caught off guard, the Night Cavalrymen were struck; their sturdy armor shattered instantly, and blood splattered everywhere.

It's incredibly sharp!

The more ordinary the magic, the more its effectiveness depends on the user's power; easily breaking through one's own armor probably indicates reaching a divine level.

"You can't escape, so don't hold back your strength for retreat, just keep attacking."

What's even more infuriating is that this statement is made as if the speaker were treating an experimental subject. Although Frilian meant no insult and showed her opponent sufficient respect, the stark difference in their attitude made the Night Riders uneasy; they knew they were doomed.

Today, we will return to the Golden Tree with glory and beauty.

The flail spun wildly in his hands, carrying a bloody scent. The next moment, he swung it out suddenly, and sure enough, the faded creature jumped to dodge, but it changed its attack route midway.

Bounce back!

The blade deflected once more, causing the attack to miss. Then, the magic lightsaber sliced ​​through the body, drawing a stream of blood. Temperature was fading, life force was disappearing, and the Night Rider was about to die.

"...We are not running away, the message has been sent out...This is the start of the harassment operation."

Before he could finish speaking, the knife plunged into his chest, followed by an execution that instantly killed him.

Finally, Frilian didn't forget to take out her staff and use the Radiant Curve to completely cut it into several pieces before adding a set of Holy attributes to stop, lest it unexpectedly come back to life.

"Lady Markitt..."

The Night Rider remained worried, for the silver-haired girl's overwhelming power was unexpected, more terrifying than any challenger to the Golden Dynasty in thousands of years. But he eventually lost consciousness, his body dissolving into particles of light and vanishing.

Rune flowed into his body, and in considerable quantities, so he made a small profit.

These elite warriors, worthy of being heroes, did require Frilian to exert more effort, but they were far from posing a threat.

"If the number increases, we need to be careful."

Melina said, "The Golden Dynasty retained a considerable number of troops of the same level. Many times they won by relying on the number of strong men. The strong backbone supported the defense of the royal city of Rodel."

"In that case, the Night Riders should be able to replenish their ranks. I almost underestimated Grek."

"To be precise, it's not one of Grek's men. This means that the Ominous Demon's army has intervened in the Nymgford battlefield, and he won't allow outsiders to rule this land."

"Then let's beat him up too."

Since she has raised the banner of challenge, Frilian was already prepared. It's just one more enemy. The logic of the Soul system has always been to conquer the world.

She had seen far too many renowned and powerful figures, each more imposing than the last, yet she would ultimately have to defeat them all.

"Don't be too pessimistic. As long as we occupy the Ningmgefu region, Lake Lienia, which is not under the control of the Royal City, will become an insurmountable barrier. It's equivalent to the fact that the Yatan Plateau forces have retreated two areas, and we will be safer."

"In contrast, the Blessed King, who will not allow such a thing to happen, will fight hard in Nymgford."

"You must be careful. The Faded One may be here. He is a powerful figure who caused countless heroes to bleed in the Shattered War. He is likely to be a demigod."

Melina, like the other demigods, is still puzzled as to where this powerful being came from.

It's too mysterious; the unknown means danger.

Now we are in the open, while the ruler who is stationed in the capital is in the shadows. Who knows how many cards he has up his sleeve? If he finds a weakness and launches a massive attack, it will be troublesome.

Frillie nodded solemnly, casually wiping the two staffs.

If necessary, we'll just use a double release this time. Although it will quickly deplete the account attribute stacking status, it can be considered a trump card...

"A cry?"

The sudden commotion in the sky drew attention; another Night Rider was returning with a small squad, which also included dozens of Stormhawks.

These majestic creatures have wingspans exceeding five meters, often whipping up gusts of wind. Their feathers are light yet strong, making them impenetrable to ordinary arrows, let alone damaging their powerful muscles.

With the ground troops also targeting the southern army formation, they were determined to fight to the death and charged with all their might.

The first encounter began without any warning.

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62

Chapter 62: Attacking the Storm Level Again.

“A large number of Stormhawks are tough to deal with, Faded One. We need to get back quickly.”

Melina reminded them, "Even the first king's army was troubled by it back then."

"of course."

After summoning her spirit horse, Frilian rode off in a cloud of dust.

According to the magic perception, the two sides had already clashed, and crossbow bolts were being fired into the sky, but with little effect.

Ordinary soldiers underestimated the Stormhawk's agility. Its massive size and the gusts of wind it creates with each wing flap can destroy a formation. It may not be able to kill, but its disruptive ability is first-rate. It comes and goes without a trace.

More importantly, they were unable to fully engage, as a fast-moving assault squad led by the Night Riders roamed around, attempting to break through their formation.

The scene gradually became chaotic.

"The forwards should hold their ground and rotate with the reserve team, while the flanks should contract to form a defensive line."

Under the circumstances, Edgar remained calm and promptly issued orders for the army to move closer together. Thanks to the strength of 20,000 men, the enemy could not surround them and was also troubled by the impenetrable shield wall.

Ordinary people would be fine, but there have already been casualties in the assault team; it's the Black Knife assassins who are reaping the rewards.

Nighttime is also the stage for Oro's assassinations.

Ice storm!

Meanwhile, the ancient hero Samir took the initiative to pursue the Night Riders. Although he couldn't catch up with those who had mounts, his continuous ranged freezing attacks caused considerable trouble.

Meanwhile, the Farron Immortals were stationed at the military headquarters, protecting the key officers and eliminating any possibility of a decapitation strike.

The interceptors' chances of winning lay in the quality of their troops. As expected, gaps appeared during the frequent skirmishes and harassment, allowing them to charge in and inflict casualties. With the cover of the Stormhawks, they successfully withdrew from the enemy lines, and the cycle repeated itself...

Both sides have had their share of wins and losses, but the attackers have now racked up a significant number of kills.

They knew one thing very well: the morale and organization of the Confederate army could not be depleted too much before Stoneville, or they would surely be defeated.

Edgar continued to order, "The first column of troops advance in sequence, and all archers concentrate their attacks on the Stormhawks."

"As ordered."

They must now risk maneuvering to relocate, because they are unsure whether there will be follow-up attacks.

Horses thundered across the land, voices clamored, and the torchlight in the night sky leaped into a long river pointing into the distance. What were clearly small skirmishes turned into a series of earth-shattering battles.

Meanwhile, Frilian realized the situation was awkward.

As she closed the distance, the Claw Mark Holy Mark flashed, and she raised her right arm, gathering golden electricity, converging the flowing magic into a single point. Magic and prayer go hand in hand; let's give it a try.

I've used it less since I got the Borderland Magic, but it's convenient for long-range sniping.

Long-range throwing of lightning spears—

The silver-haired girl swung her arm like a fully drawn bow, and crackling lightning transformed into streaks of light that pierced through a storm eagle.

The target immediately stiffened and died, his body curled up in a ball and hissing.

The harvest was not over yet. It was as if an invisible current had connected the attack path of the Thunder Spear, and the sky seemed to have built a bridge for it to attack. Several more Stormhawks were paralyzed by the effect.

They had to exert all their strength to avoid falling, and those who did fall either died from the fall or were torn apart by the enemy in the midst of battle, powerless to resist.

Thunder Spears Fired in Rapid Succession!

Death's signature move continued, with bolts of lightning slicing across the night sky and tearing the heavens apart.

The battlefield fell silent as everyone turned to look. The once-arrogant aerial predators were now plummeting with mournful cries, some even being blasted apart. This gave a glimpse into the terrifying power of the magic.

The starting point of the attack is faintly visible; it's very close.

Witnessing this scene, the Night Cavalryman's face darkened. He felt sorry for his comrade's sacrifice, as their mission was not to increase casualties.

"It's time to retreat. Don't linger, disperse and leave as much as possible—"

Before she finished speaking, the tracking soul crystal fragments began to hum in the sky, and even with the incompatible and inefficient magic, Frilian still managed to unleash magic from another world.

"Don't try to escape."

The firepower was focused on the assault team, and several elite Rodel Knights were immediately killed.

The strength of the crystal blocks is now far greater than before. With the enhancement of soul magic power, they are even more powerful and have extremely strong penetrating power. Ordinary armor cannot stop the attack, and it can often cause penetrating wounds.

Many cavalrymen died sitting upright on their horses, their souls returning to the trees, disappearing one after another.

Stormhawk had already retreated.

They possess intelligence and are not meant to be tamed; the vast majority cooperate, and very few truly choose to pledge allegiance to any particular group. They avoid a losing situation and simply run away, perhaps to seek refuge with their new master in Nymgford, thus avoiding deep-seated enmity.

"Damn beast."

The Night Riders roared in anger.

There was no time for him to complain, because Samir, the hero who had been chasing him, finally caught an opening and used a freezing move to trap the horse's legs.

Fight!

With no way to avoid it and only one chance left, the two sides began to fight, their swords flashing.

"Your Golden Dynasty has been in decline for so many years, why don't you die? Isn't it time to change the king? Or does the Blessed King have some concerns that prevent him from ascending the throne?"

"You don't understand that person's considerations."

In any case, the Night Cavalry had no time to command the battle and could only watch helplessly as the Southern Army, whose morale had soared after Frilian's return, pursued them relentlessly, and their small squad was quickly wiped out.

As he was pondering, the frost-covered, curved greatsword sliced ​​through his breastplate, its sharp edge penetrating his chest and filling him with freezing air.

Despite his injuries, he managed to inflict another wound on the ancient hero Samir, but ultimately collapsed from exhaustion. It was such a pity that he never got to see the blessed king's audience with the Dharma ring.

Sunlight therapy.

The golden light in Frilian's hand had already enveloped her subordinates.

"My lord, I have not failed in my mission."

"You did a great job. Let's call it a day and get some rest."

The Southern Army, having endured much hardship, needed to recuperate. Upon hearing the order, Edgar agreed, and the 20,000 men set up camp on the spot, temporarily halting their march.