Frilian at Elden Ring

She traveled to the outer edge of the forest, redeploying and strengthening illusions along the way. Practice proved that using them to create home-field advantage was feasible, and it also provided the village with an extra layer of insurance.

"As long as the defense measures are in place, I can go out and find someone."

The biggest gain from this trip was finding out Celia's location.

There's no need to worry about her moving in the short term. Don't you know what an elf is like? It's normal for her not to move for decades. Therefore, we can put aside our communication with the divine mage for now.

Not urgent.

"My Ionian Flower is still too rudimentary. Asking for advice won't help me make any useful progress, so I might as well study it more. Besides, the person who claims to possess all the magic in the world must have very high standards and be hard to satisfy."

If Celie were the type to be easy to talk to, her faction would have already spread out. The truth is, she has lost interest.

Magic that doesn't exist in this world should be a good starting point, but it also needs to be sufficiently brilliant.

The magic academy must have some good stuff.

Can we find a treasure magic powerful enough to impress the magicians of the Age of Gods? Is the soul world magic we currently possess sufficient? Of course, the more the better.

"Now that the barrier magic has been successfully researched, let's just practice it first."

Frilian had a clearer idea of ​​her next steps. Considering her own situation, the Calia Fortress in Lake Lienia, the Magic Academy, and the town of Seria in the Galid region were all places she couldn't miss.

When dealing with mages from the Age of Gods, magic is the best tool; it's a sure-fire form of currency. In a sense, these rare magical texts are more valuable than gold, and should be collected.

While I was pondering this, we had already reached the edge of the forest.

A bloody smell wafted by, accompanied by rising heat from the fire, and embers and sparks filled the air.

She used her magic to create a gust of wind, finally clearing her vision. Before her eyes was a convoy of vehicles. The soldiers must have been escorting something, but they had been attacked by demons. The question was, were there any survivors?

According to information revealed by Azart, the demons actually plan to spend at least 10 years searching for the elven village; they have plenty of time to wear you down.

The problem lies with Frilian.

The occurrence of several "large-scale magical bursts" and strange phenomena such as monster escapes and frequent loud noises in the area shortened the investigation time, allowing the demon general to search with all his might.

It really was my own fault. Back then, when I first mastered game magic, it brought me a lot of good stuff. I often conducted experiments and didn't know how to hide my magic power...

The trouble was caused by youth; by the time humanity realized it and spread the word, it was too late.

So she wanted to make up for it.

Besides protecting the elf village, they also hoped to find survivors, but it's highly likely they'll make a wasted trip.

"Ok?"

Her keen magical senses allowed her to find a trace of aura in the jungle ruins. The person was injured, exhausted, and very careful to conceal their presence, probably even overlooking Azart who was busy giving orders at the time.

Frillie rushed forward and, prying open the rubble, found a little girl with long orange hair lying unconscious in a pool of blood.

"Turns out he wasn't very good at hiding it; he was about to die."

Demons are acutely aware of the magical power of living beings, so it's normal for them to overlook those who are half-dead. In any case, this child has incredible luck; otherwise, he would have lost his life long ago.

Starting with sun healing, followed by protection, dispelling, and purifying effects, the results were immediate, with all external wounds healing completely. Breathing gradually calmed, and the abnormal heat on the skin disappeared, likely due to the body triggering its self-repair and protective mechanisms.

Perhaps it was fate that they weren't meant to die? With this thought, Frillie was overjoyed. At least there were survivors; otherwise, she wouldn't know what exactly happened here.

However, after guarding her for a while, there was no further response, and the girl in her arms remained unconscious, as if the coma had not been dispelled.

"here we go again!"

At this moment, Frilian notices the strange weakness returning and tries to counteract the effects of the sunlight healing.

It was probably the effect of some kind of special magic. We can't underestimate the fact that magic with conceptual judgments in reality is the most difficult to deal with. Even with a lot of resistance, it may still be defeated by the mechanism. So she carefully added another round of healing.

But she still showed no signs of waking up; her small, curled-up body was completely bloodless…

"Weakening magic?"

The instant she recognized the trace, she scooped up the girl and swiftly dodged to the side. A beam of light grazed her shoulder, severing a few strands of silver hair. It was a group of demons who had appeared out of thin air—magics specializing in concealment, which she had almost overlooked in her eagerness to save the girl.

They were clearly lying in wait, anticipating that anyone appearing outside or inside the forest would check on the girl's condition, providing an opportunity for a surprise attack and a fatal blow.

Even the usually aloof Frilian showed anger.

brush!

The surrounding demons immediately formed a wall, blocking off all directions to prevent their prey from escaping.

Their plan had failed, leaving them all feeling uneasy. They hadn't expected someone to avoid it as if they had eyes in the back of their head. How perceptive could that be? Could the terrifying magical reaction just now have come from her?

There was no time to think things through, because Frilian was holding the red-haired girl in one arm and holding her staff in the other, her eyes icy cold.

"You have gone too far."

"Hey, elf, how is General Azart? Is he still alive?"

"Don't worry, he's treated better than you guys."

The cold voice made the demon reconnaissance team's hearts tighten. They weren't sure if such a powerful demon could be in trouble. Could they have fallen into some kind of trap? That shouldn't be the case, it's impossible.

"Stop being mysterious, elf. Whatever you did is irrelevant. His Majesty is determined to destroy you. Even if we fail, there will be reinforcements. Elves, like humans and dwarves, are destined to perish."

"Defeating Azaert means nothing; it only delayed your demise. Now, I'll show you—"

boom!

Suddenly, a cloud of smoke rose from the ground, obscuring the demons' figures. The method that Frilian had used to hunt them earlier was now being used by them to escape, and they scattered.

Regardless of the mission, everyone who went in was wiped out. The most important thing now is to transmit intelligence.

However, the next moment, a barrier rose within a kilometer radius, spreading outwards from the silver-haired girl at its center. An indestructible magical barrier forcefully blocked its path, making it impossible to break through for the time being. It released a shimmering light that seemed to rival the heavens, creating a cage of oppressive power. This method of application consumed a great deal of magical energy, yet the caster unleashed it without restraint.

No one can escape it.

The next moment, Frilian slowly floated up. This was a flying ability belonging to the demon race. Although she wasn't very proficient at it, it allowed her to propel herself more effectively. For example, she could suddenly rise into the air and then attack from above.

The magic of annihilation lightning filled the interior of the barrier, washing down almost along the barrier itself, like raindrops flowing down the eaves onto every demon.

Amidst crackling sounds and screams, he was paralyzed in an instant, his body smoking and convulsing as he collapsed.

They can't understand why the defense is ineffective.

Little did they know that the increasingly skilled Frilian had incorporated the armor-piercing aspect of soul magic into her regular attacks. The actual damage to the target's body was not as great as it appeared; what was truly paralyzed was the soul, which in turn caused the target to lose control of the body, resulting in a paralyzed effect.

The demons had no idea of ​​this; they only felt excruciating pain, numb yet in pain, unable to control their bodies and still in agony.

"asshole!"

"Which of you used a weakening spell? Remove it immediately."

It wasn't actually an unbreakable curse; brute force could have worked, but Frilian was unwilling to risk it on a little girl, especially since she herself was already seriously injured.

The safest course of action would be for the caster to remove the spell, and the demon mage, unable to withstand the torment, cooperated fully. A beam of light swept across the girl's forehead, and her tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed.

"Great divine mage, could you spare my life?"

"The corpse is talking."

A scarlet flower blooms on the caster's chest, and anyone who touches it dies instantly. The corrupting influence ensures that no resistance can withstand it, as it is a force that has never existed before, and there is no corresponding spellcasting to defend against it.

In principle, it is actually stronger than an unsolvable curse because it is unknowable and its underlying logic is unclear.

The other demon soldiers tried to get up, but the paralysis prevented them from doing anything but roll over and glare at each other through gritted teeth.

"Don't think you're something special just because you've lived a long time. You have no idea how strong the demons are."

Frilian sighed, "Why do you all think I've lived for a very long time? I'm considered young among elves. It's you who don't understand me. It would be strange if such a reckless action didn't fail."

"what?"

They couldn't believe that such a seasoned and powerful mage was a young elf, but the next moment they were no longer surprised, as all the demons turned into crimson, rotting sacrifices.

Collecting numerous samples is enough to further refine the magic, and perhaps next time we can try its large-scale application without spreading pollution...

"I almost forgot you were here!"

Frillie was so engrossed in her magical research that she completely forgot about the girl in her arms.

83

Chapter 83 Vlamé.

"Is the injury too severe? Are there still remnants of offensive magic within your body?"

In an instant, Frillie's sharp eyes understood the root cause of the orange-haired girl's unconsciousness. Most people would probably be helpless because her petite body contained too much magic that could explode at any moment.

Even though Azart is dead, she's still causing trouble, but she's never short of patience; she can slowly sort out the magic.

Some people are busy.

The people in the Elf Village don't need to worry. According to their sense of time, it's normal for them to wander in the forest for ten days or half a month without returning. They won't be concerned about it.

She carefully embraced the girl.

While conforming to the body to the greatest extent possible, it transmits magic power. One hand supports the back, while the other hand strokes the forehead. A warm magic power flows through it, and the vast volume of magic power washes away the remaining energy.

"As expected of a demon general's move, even the aftershocks are troublesome to deal with. Fortunately, we didn't let him into the village."

While healing, Frillie didn't forget to maintain a wide range of magical perception.

nobody.

The demons must have attacked a convoy of evacuating soldiers, including some family members and servants, and even some high-ranking knights. Unfortunately, they were all killed; it was a ruthless tactic, leaving no survivors. The others are nowhere to be found.

But upon closer examination, the convoy's destination was a neighboring town, where most of the convoy members likely still had relatives, and the town itself was currently unharmed.

After all, the demon race's current front line has reached its limit.

The complete annihilation of the elite Azart forces, who served as the spearhead, meant a sharp drop in pressure on the main battlefield. Even if a replacement line of the Great Demons appeared, they would have to remain there and could not advance any further.

In reality, the sheer number of casualties is not enough to shake the Demon Clan, whose experts are numerous; the problem lies in time.

The loss of a large number of elite frontline combatants, especially commanders, in a short period of time would create a gap in their ranks, enough to bring them to a halt due to their excessive momentum.

It's fine to keep going.

A united human army would certainly not hesitate to strike a blow against a brute.

Moreover, Frilian would not allow the forest where the elven village is located to fight alone. It must form a defensive line with the surrounding towns, otherwise the fall of the forest would mean imminent extinction.

Even if the Demon King charged at her, she wouldn't retreat a single step; at worst, she'd just have to scuffle him...

"cough!"