Frilian at Elden Ring

Melina, standing behind them, also peeked out to look.

"With the strength that allowed you to easily take down the tree guards, dealing with some stationed troops shouldn't be a problem."

"Caution comes first."

The newcomer, whose strength was clearly unpredictable, preferred to act cautiously, as if enjoying the process of advancement. She declined to comment on this; everyone had their own style, and the silver-haired girl who had reached her current level had her own unique strengths. It was up to her partner to judge.

Little did she know that Frilian began to observe bloodstains, white shadows, and advice that only she could see, and when in doubt, she would see what other players had to say.

Although she was well aware of the differences in gameplay between the two sides, with hers being more realistic and the other side constrained by various mechanisms, it did not prevent her from serving as a warning.

There are many small monsters ahead, be careful not to be surrounded. It's best to clear out heavy units from a distance.

Hey bro, I've got some new stuff for you!

Bro thought the weapon dropped by the BOSS must be really powerful, but after comparing it with the brothers, he realized it was just a toy.

Welcome to the World Target Range

Although the soldiers at the front of the checkpoint never left their posts, thanks to A-Tui's experience of the various sights along the border, he gained a broad perspective.

A real home

Then Frilian began to examine the bloodstains everywhere. Even without examining them herself, she could see the movements of the white figures from a distance. As always, they liked to roll around, as if doing so would grant them invincibility frames.

Why doesn't she have an invincibility frames when rolling? However, as compensation, she has extremely high mobility.

Unlike the white figures before him, who were all as sluggish as the disabled and lost their strength after a few movements, they were nothing like the powerful King of Elden, and there were even cases of them crashing and burning.

Several players were killed by unfamiliar weapons.

Although the above-mentioned terrible equipment was unheard of, Frilian secretly remembered its distinctive and bizarre design and closed the pit in advance.

Reject flashy but impractical weapons.

The staff is still more useful, and the left hand can be used with dual staffs, shields, marks, etc. The ever-changing and highly efficient means of dealing direct damage are very much in line with her aesthetic.

So Frilian also memorized a few rather distinctive weapons, such as a highly recognizable red greatsword with details that were not very clear but which was wrapped with what looked like hundreds of venomous snakes.

It is truly extraordinary that it can unleash flames and gain life force.

According to players, it's called the "Wheelchair Series." Once you get it, you can unleash a rampage in easy mode.

Of course, the so-called wheelchair is based on low performance. There are many options like Frillie who can run and jump without getting out of breath. Some seemingly powerful weapons may be meaningless to them. In the end, it all comes down to practicality.

"...We've seen enough. Torret, let's go. Melina, hold on tight, it'll be quite bumpy later."

Upon hearing this, the cloaked girl embraced her slender waist, and then the spirit horse leaped up, appearing openly from the main road, charging straight towards the checkpoint.

Woo!

The sound of the trombone signifies an early warning.

Grek's soldiers immediately went on high alert, preparing to deliver a crushing blow to the enemy from their camp's fortifications. They'd wiped out countless foolish Faded Ones in the past, most of them insignificant; how could a lone idiot have appeared today?

However, they realized something was wrong the next moment, and they were very fast!

It was clearly a white figure charging forward on horseback, easily dodging the crossbow bolts, like a streak of light, its agile and unstoppable movements.

Even from a hundred meters away, alarm bells rang in the minds of the Grek soldiers, their hair stood on end, and a chill ran down their spines. The silver-haired girl's gaze swept over each of them, locking onto them.

A rain of arrows from France!

In an instant, a series of soul arrows condensed in the air, spreading out in a fan shape, and were infused with a considerable amount of magical power to enhance them, making each one capable of piercing armor.

The first batch has already hit the target.

Even soldiers wearing armor were pierced by the bullets, leaving a large hole in the exploding flesh.

Because of its high attack speed and wide area of ​​effect, Frilian frequently uses this move. Her proficiency and precise manipulation of magic have practically revolutionized magic, even allowing it to achieve a certain degree of evasive tracking based on her will.

So what if it's a big shield? We'll still go around it and shoot it through.

The overwhelming force of the arrows raining down from the Francois made it impossible for the soldiers to raise their heads; gaps had already appeared in the front ranks, making it difficult to continue.

In the distance, another hundred or so soldiers appeared in the camp, leading some ragtag troops. As expected of the army guarding the city of Stoneville, their size was indeed up to standard.

"Come again."

As Frilian waved her staff, the seemingly ordinary rain of Farron arrows mutated, rising into the air in a fan shape hundreds of meters wide, covering the camp, before plummeting down.

This isn't a watered-down version of combat limited by the gameplay of the White Shadow players; it's a genuine clash of magical powers at the border.

The Grik soldier, who had just been on his last breath, was finished off and eliminated.

The remaining survivors and those in the distance finally learned their lesson and used their shields to block some of the weakened soul arrows.

Take this opportunity to regroup, stand shoulder to shoulder as a wall, and prepare for an encirclement.

Frillie, riding up on horseback, sharpened her eyes. She couldn't help but admire their organization; they must have witnessed considerable power, which explained their sound judgment in this critical moment. Correct, but they underestimated the difference in strength between them.

Franz's Swift Sword!

The silver-haired girl lightly stroked her staff, which instantly blazed with an unstoppable sharpness. With her other hand, she switched to a long weapon, also imbued with magic, and dual-wielded the Farron Quicksword.

Although she specializes in mages, she has never stopped rigorously demanding herself to adapt to different combat strategies. She believes that long-range combat offers little learning and easily leads to misjudging the opponent's strength; only by charging into battle can one truly understand both oneself and the enemy.

With a neigh, the spirit horse accelerated further, its evasive maneuvers giving the enemy no chance to aim.

The Grik soldiers behind the lines lost sight of him in a moment of inattention. Where did he go?

No.

The wind whistled past my ears, and I saw a silver-haired girl with a cold expression.

It had already arrived in front of them, and a pale blue magic blade swept across, instantly causing any soldier it touched to fall to the ground with blood splattered everywhere. It possessed the same powerful armor-piercing and formation-breaking capabilities.

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Chapter 11 Mount & Blade

Frilian's seemingly reckless charge into the enemy ranks was actually an impenetrable sword dance that left no openings.

Click!

The perfected Franz Swift Sword can sometimes lengthen and sometimes widen, making it impossible for opponents to judge the attack distance, and leaving the Grik soldiers with no time to defend before they are decapitated.

He single-handedly overwhelmed the most elite troops in the front row.

The vanguard of an army may not be the strongest, but it must be of high quality, as it is responsible for facing the enemy head-on and serves as the anchor of the formation. Now they have wavered, and as they fall one after another, a gap appears.

"Torret, faster, let's jump over there."

Before the words were even finished, the spirit horse leaped over the defensive line formed by the shield soldiers, exposing the vulnerable rear ranks.

Without their vanguard to withstand the pressure, the ordinary soldiers crumbled under Frilian's magical sword. Moreover, the rain of arrows from Fran continued to cover the area, covering both mid-range and long-range targets, a comprehensive attack with no blind spots.

As one can imagine, the camp was thrown into chaos, filled with shouts of battle, curses, and the sounds of collapsing and breaking supplies.

"Everyone, stay away."

"A bunch of idiots, why aren't you running away?"

"Report this to Lord Grek immediately."

Despite the chaos, the soldiers managed to maintain some semblance of organization and attempt to disengage from the battlefield.

There was no time for Frilian to pursue them; she just needed to deal with those in front of her first. Now that the legion had lost its formation and posed no threat, they began to trample and damage each other.

To be honest, she had very little experience in large-scale battlefield combat. The main reason was that some of her large-scale destructive magic was sealed and inconvenient to use, so she had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure of charging into battle.

In each new game world, most of the skills accumulated in the previous game will be sealed and gradually unlocked as the character in this game becomes stronger.

Of course, the main body's power is the least restricted. For example, Dark Souls characters cannot use the Farron Blade, but the main body can.

Therefore, we need to harvest the runes.

You have obtained [Greek Soldier's Ashes] and can summon him.

The sudden notification startled Frillie slightly. She quickly spurred her horse away from the center of the battlefield to check on the new ashes. Could it be that she could command these two Grik soldiers?

"Sometimes those who are defeated at the border can turn into ashes and fight alongside you. Try using them; with your powerful soul, you can unleash their power beyond what is expected."

Melina's voice of suggestion came from behind the saddle, carrying a hint of anticipation.

jingle.

As the summoning bell shook, pieces of ashes were laid out on the ground to the accompaniment of a melodious tune, and then stood upright.

The ashes of a scattered wolf, three wolves.

The ashes of the powerful linger, along with five lightly armed units.

The ashes of a Grik soldier, two soldiers in full armor.

With a total of 10 units standing around Torret, Frilian knew that this was not enough, so she did not hesitate to use the "Enhance Undead Units" spell from reality, just like the effect of the wolf pack experiment.

They were instantly surrounded by light, roared to the sky, and all their attributes were boosted for a short period of time while retaining their original sanity.

Charge again!

Frilian still led the vanguard, the sharpest spearhead of the attack, but this time she deliberately slowed down to avoid getting separated from the Ash Warriors and advanced in formation.

Even if a weakness in speed is left, it doesn't mean that the panicked Grik soldiers can exploit it.

Rather than saying they were demoralized, how could they possibly fight after witnessing the silver-haired girl using ashes in battle? She was a complete puppet unit, fearless, painless, and tireless... there was simply no way to counter her.

Unless they kill, or destroy, the life force of the ashes themselves, the problem is that they no longer have that kind of manpower.

To the stationed troops, 11 men and one horse were practically a large army.

"Everyone retreat!"

Suddenly someone shouted, causing several soldiers to abandon their armor and flee. The news spread like wildfire, and the soldiers completely lost their organization, leaving the city gate fence in the distance.

Frillie, of course, would not let the enemy get what they wanted.

Once again, the rain of arrows from the Franz archery range slowed their escape, but Torret's speed and the enhanced ash made it easy for him to catch up.

She chose to remain at a distance and observe. Since it was the first battle for the veterans, she would treat it as a test. The current situation was that 10 units of varying strengths were fighting against hundreds of people.

Despite still possessing some armament, these Grik soldiers have been severely weakened.