Frilian at Elden Ring

"Volamey, remember this: my school of thought is more inclined towards combat than research. It requires embracing all forms of magic solely for the purpose of killing enemies. You will soon see that."

As she spoke her last words, the silver-haired girl pointed into the distance, where smoke filled the air and shouts of battle echoed.

Unbeknownst to them, they arrived at the central battlefield handover site. The familiar smell of blood, screams, and rumbling explosions spread all at once, and they could feel the glint of swords even from a distance.

The sudden fear made Vlame's legs go weak, but the next moment her arm was firmly grabbed by Frilian, who forcibly pulled the girl to stand up straight.

At that moment, her gentleness vanished, replaced by absolute murderous intent.

They must have sensed something was wrong.

Although Azart has fallen, the news of the loss has not yet spread. The front lines are still in turmoil due to the delayed response. The Kingdom's allied forces will likely not be able to hold out for long. It is only a matter of time before the entire army is wiped out or even the city is massacred.

"The city wall defenses are about to collapse, so I will join the battle, and so will you. Before that, observe carefully."

Frillian activated her invisibility and moved forward along with Vlamem, a rumbling sound coming from the ground.

Inside the demon camp.

Another reinforcement team of several dozen men arrived, their momentum fierce and still retaining a murderous aura, as they were elite reinforcements temporarily drawn from the fortresses they had occupied in the rear.

In addition, the number of demons currently gathered on a single defensive line is approaching a thousand, with their auxiliary forces also present.

A map lay on the table, with the commander, the great demon warrior Yunus, prominently displayed at the head. He impatiently pointed to the location of the forest.

"If Azart could coordinate with the flank attack from the forest fortress, we'd be under much less pressure. Didn't we tell him it would take years to find the elven village? How could he just go in based on hearsay? And none of you tried to dissuade him!"

"We've lost contact with them, what should we do?"

The enraged Yunus's imposing aura silenced the demons, who dared not meet his gaze for fear he would raise his sword and kill them.

The absence of a demon general did indeed affect command authority to some extent. After all, both sides should cooperate, as this was the Demon King's order to ensure that the military forces of the race were united and of one mind.

The question is, what's going on with Hazard's continued absence?

Logically speaking, a mere forest could be flattened. If you encounter an elf, fight it; if you can't win, run away. There's no way you could lose contact with it.

"Support?"

Someone suggested, "Send a small team to the forest to scout ahead."

“No, we’ve already sent more men to Azart. We can’t afford to split our forces now. Besides, small groups of troops will attract the attention of human archmages. If they sneak out of the city and ambush our people, we’ll be in big trouble.”

Yunus rejected the offer of support, ultimately because he couldn't spare any troops, and he didn't believe that the cunning and ruthless Azart would be caught off guard.

That guy claimed to have a secret mission from the Demon King, but he was actually in charge of conquering the North Wind Fortress.

"We can't wait any longer; the opportunity will be fleeting. All troops, launch a general offensive!"

"As ordered."

The demon warriors, who could no longer contain themselves, rushed out of the camp, leading a large number of demons, puppets, and even human prisoners to charge towards the city walls.

There were no specific tactics; the only option was to charge forward relentlessly, wave after wave of attacks. The main attackers were large monsters, whose headbutts often caused the city gates to shake and tremble.

From atop the city wall, Commander Wayne, his face as cold as ice, commanded: "Prepare for battle within the city."

"Isn't this an evacuation?"

Faced with a staff officer's question, he glared at him and asserted, "There's nowhere to retreat. If we fall, the central region will be wide open. We must hold this position."

"But the Kingdom's allied forces' support will take at least three more days to arrive."

"Hold on tight. If we show them a castle with the Demon King's flag, the allied forces will lose all morale... Tell the mages to get ready too. I estimate the next round will be a magical bombardment siege. We all need to be careful."

His guess proved to be accurate. After a while, the demon mages collectively began to gather their power, their dazzling brilliance comparable to the rising sun.

boom!

With a loud bang, a corner of the city wall collapsed, and the rolling stones buried the soldiers. Just one crushing blow was enough to break their bones, leaving them covered in blood.

At the same time, the human mages retaliated, and the two sides engaged in a high-speed bombardment in the sky. The fiery clouds of explosions filled the sky, but did not affect the rain of arrows. The attack never stopped.

However, the defending side was clearly at a disadvantage.

The trenches, fortresses, and outposts that were hastily repaired outside the city walls were destroyed and leveled one by one. The garrisoned soldiers were devoured by the demons, who displayed the most cruel and horrifying massacre right before their eyes.

Amidst the dust and smoke of the collapsed defensive line, Yunus, clad in black armor and wielding a greatsword, appeared, stepping on a fallen stone pillar, his crimson eyes fixed on the leader of the mage corps.

"Apart from those mages, there's no other threat. Get up to the city wall as quickly as possible; I'll take care of the city gate."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his blade, his body radiating magical energy that distorted his vision, and a roar of heat filled the air as the molten blade turned crimson. Sensing something was wrong, the city's garrison soldiers hurriedly tried to interrupt him with their bows and crossbows, but their personal guards formed an impenetrable wall.

The battlefield was suffocating; all that could be done was watch helplessly as the greatsword fell.

"Open the door!"

The rushing storm and magic blasted open the city gate with a thud, even blasting the monsters that were crashing into it into dust, and blood rained down everywhere.

The soldiers inside the door also vanished; steel twisted, wood chips flew, and the arched doorway was no longer recognizable. All that remained were ruins and corpses.

A single blow that broke through the gate shocked all sides.

Yunus grinned: "Hey, Commander up there, let your men go all out. It'll be better to finish this sooner rather than later, at least you'll look more respectable."

Now that things had come to this, it was no longer possible to hold the high wall. The mages and the last elite knights blocked the breach, hoping to buy time for repairs. They were prepared to die, even if it meant using corpses to block it.

At this moment, the demon warriors all understood that being only one step away from the city gate would also result in the greatest amount of bloodshed.

84

Chapter 84 You and I, Master and Disciple, Join Forces.

Northwind Fortress, the most important forward stronghold on the current demon battlefield.

The chaotic magical energy at the edge of the battlefield immediately caught Frillie's attention. Although she decided to join the battle, she didn't rush into action but instead searched for high-value targets...

The number of demons far exceeded expectations, and they even openly built a camp opposite the city walls, showing a tendency to transform into a town.

They have completely occupied human living space and are further encroaching upon it.

Rumble.

The continuous explosions of magic made Vlame cover her ears. She stared wide-eyed as the demons advanced the front line at a visible speed, amidst the flashing swords, flying blood and flesh, and countless people falling.

The destruction of the city gate further fueled their brutality.

Since there is no longer a defensive line, all that remains is to advance. Once this distance is crossed, the civilians inside will be nothing but lambs to the slaughter.

Knowing this, the commander ordered his elite troops to leave the city and take the initiative to meet the enemy. There was no other choice but to build a new defensive line with lives; otherwise, everyone would die here. Let's fight to the death.

It is conceivable that the battle between the two sides was even more brutal. Before the master and apprentice could even stand firm, they witnessed rivers of blood flowing, their formations broken, and only the melody of death remaining.

"Damn demons, if they are allowed to cross the fortress, the central area will be devastated."

The army suffered incalculable casualties, with corpses piling up like mountains and blood flowing like rivers, while the city gates were rendered useless by the decay of wood.

It was only a matter of time before my hometown fell.

She pinned her hopes on reinforcements within the city, but the flags fell in the flames of war, replaced by the demons' ranged magical attacks that blanketed the city walls, leaving only various howls and cries of despair.

"Abandon the city! We must abandon the city, or our entire army will be wiped out."

What about the people in the city?

"Run, run together, let as many people leave as possible, save manpower first."

However, the battlefield changes in an instant, giving the defenders little chance. The demons swarmed out and crushed a group of mages and warriors.

Even without General Azart's command, the massive army could still overcome the enemy's momentum and conquer their target. Now that the great demon warrior Yunus has killed the human archmage, another breach has been opened.

He laughed loudly, holding the severed head: "Since Azart isn't here, don't blame me for stealing the credit. Enter the city."

"Charge!"

At this moment, the number of demons broke the stereotype of their sparse numbers. The army poured out in droves, filling the plains. Each of them was ready to fight to the death, determined to cleanse the land with blood. The rising power was terrifying.

The surviving defenders on the city wall were in complete disarray and unable to mount any effective counterattack.

The dignified city lord and commander coughed up blood and almost collapsed to his knees. The knights on both sides hurriedly helped him up, but he waved his hand in refusal, leaned on his sword and forced himself to stand up, declaring, "The final battle is about to begin."

From afar, Vlame anxiously said, "Teacher, can you help everyone... but that great demon is very strong..."

She was unsure whether she should try to get involved with someone she had just met.

Frilian patted the girl's red hair and said seriously, "Okay, but after this move, you'll come with me to the battlefield, Vlame, get ready for your first lesson."

As soon as she finished speaking, she strode forward and released her magical aura without reservation.

hum!

The materialized magic caused tinnitus, and limbs trembled in the gale. It was more dazzling than the sun, stealing everyone's attention. Everyone looked at the terrifying pillar of magical smoke at the edge of the battlefield.

It cannot be described as merely robust; it is clearly the Tower of Babel, carving craters into the ground and tearing open the clouds in the heavens to let in the light.

That was an elf.

The next moment, she raised her staff horizontally and soared a hundred meters into the air, looking down at the numerous demons.

They were shocked. Why hadn't such a powerful being made any move before? Had he been concealing his magic power and only just arrived?

It is genuine flying magic. The technology that originally belonged exclusively to demon mages has been learned. Although its mobility is not strong and it is somewhat immature, it undoubtedly declares that the sky no longer belongs to only one intelligent race. So what will such a powerful being do?

Frillie curled up slightly, as if gathering strength, and positioned herself sideways.

Something is coming! Behind the intense attention lies a deep fear; the whole body trembles, every cell screams in agony, warning of the impending danger.

Her petite body was surrounded by a golden-red flower bud, emanating an aura of the same color. Each crimson aura spread like a ribbon for thousands of meters, enveloping the battlefield in a breathtaking and exceptionally beautiful display.

What a nice view!

People inexplicably feel the urge to touch it, as if the devil is beckoning their minds.

Yunus screamed hysterically, "Intercept them!"

Before the words were even finished, the demon mages took to the air, hundreds and thousands of beams of light aimed at the flower bud, completely surrounding it. Their figures filled the sky, making it a sure way to interrupt the process.

The next moment, the Radiant Sword Array appeared.

There were many more, numbering approximately two thousand, a formidable force comparable to a massive army firing in unison. They were faster, sweeping across the sky with lightning speed. They were stronger, easily piercing the defenses of demon mages, tearing flesh apart, and killing them instantly.

The unprecedented high-speed battle in the sky is breathtaking. Isn't this a single person fighting against the entire demon race's mage battle group?

It's a crushing defeat!

The demons, who had taken off with such ferocity, were now plummeting, either crashing to their deaths or being torn apart by countless sword flashes.