Frilian at Elden Ring

Wayne was pleased at the thought that the enemy was helpless.

"It's time to let them experience the power of humans. The demons are currently outnumbered, so we should advance to recapture the fortress and reinforce this line of defense."

The idea received approval from many advisors, and everyone brainstormed together:

"Given the current situation, the central plains can be defended, but a single fortress is not enough. We must reclaim and consolidate the lost territory to keep the demons out."

"There's no need to defend the forest area anymore. With the elves there, we don't need to worry about the demon army attacking from any direction. I suggest concentrating our forces on the front lines, using the fortress chain as a springboard to relieve several key towns in the occupied territories..."

"I agree."

The meeting went very smoothly.

Normally, Wayne would have argued for a long time, but now that he has seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack, everyone supports him.

However, some people expressed regret that it was not possible to achieve the goal in one fell swoop.

Out of caution, he cautioned, "In fact, the counterattack is only temporary. The war between humans and demons will inevitably last for years. Perhaps neither our generation nor the next generation will see the victory. The important thing is the struggle itself. Everything we do is meaningful, at least it inspires those who come after us."

"Just as we received Lady Frilian's help, perseverance will inspire people. I believe that humanity will eventually prevail. The goal is there, and it doesn't need you or me to witness it."

The officers in the conference room nodded deeply.

……

In the frontline command post room of the demon-occupied territory, Shurahat, sitting in the main seat, exuded a pressure-filled aura, causing the surrounding demons to fall silent in fear.

"I warned you before that you should withdraw from the vicinity of the elven village as soon as possible, but you were so engrossed in killing that you missed the opportunity to fight."

"I'm sorry, sir, the message is traveling too slowly, and the response from the front lines is not timely."

"It's too late to say anything now; the damage is irreversible. We all know now that the plan to exterminate the elves has failed, and it's impossible as long as Frilian is still alive. She's different from the current active elven powerhouses; she's passionate, has a longing for her homeland, and is the type who will protect everything in front of her. She's an absolute must-see if you want to conquer the elven village."

It's actually quite similar.

In fact, Frilian and Shurahart are both outliers in their own kind who are emotionally detached but willing to do their best. Unfortunately, they have to fight each other and have already clashed once from afar.

He foresaw the impending disastrous defeat at Northwind Fortress, but could not know the specifics of its occurrence.

So he had no choice but to order a swift withdrawal, and he also harbored a sense of disdain, thinking, "What kind of magic could possibly defeat the main force in a few minutes?" But he was wrong; the entire army was wiped out.

This extremely high lethality defied the prediction.

Amidst the blooming of the scarlet flowers, not a single demon could stand unscathed. A new, inescapable curse had appeared, and its wielder was invincible, for according to intelligence, Frilian's warrior skills were equally extraordinary; she was an offensive powerhouse with no weaknesses.

This is difficult.

Fortunately, Frilian doesn't seem to have a strong desire to fight; she'll probably return to her elven village and live a quiet life away from worldly affairs.

Otherwise, her participation in the main battle would greatly increase the pressure on the entire demon race.

Shurahat said quietly, "We must now salvage the front lines and proactively withdraw from the most forward fortresses to ensure that our manpower is not lost too much."

"Also, keep an eye on the magical city where Celie lives, the abandoned royal city and its surroundings. The two sides may make contact. She really likes magic that she doesn't understand, so she should be very interested."

"Yes, Your Majesty the All-Knowing."

In reality, surveillance won't change anything. Can it prevent two of the world's top experts from meeting? At most, it can only help us understand the situation.

In a sense, if these level of powerhouses do not engage in a direct confrontation to determine the victor, they can all be considered among the strongest, and every move they make stirs up a storm in all directions.

"Then how do we report the failure of the slaughter of the elves to His Majesty? Should we send the Seven Sages of the Fallen?"

"I'll report that no more troops can be added."

"what?"

"An order is an order. Abandon the conquest of the elven village. We need to be fully prepared to deal with a battle mage of Frilian's caliber. Even if we win, the demons will be severely weakened. There's no need to provoke the inactive elves."

Even so, Shurahart still had a bad feeling: perhaps Frilian's taking on a disciple would change something.

The more distant and accurate future is currently unknown, as the effects of this magic are rather random, but he still judged that the war situation depended on humanity.

The strongest among humans ultimately threaten the demon race.

Therefore, the main focus should remain unchanged: continue to maintain a suppressive posture over the central part of the continent, and ignore the remaining sporadic resistance. As for the elves, we'll just have to ignore them and formulate a strategy when they become active again.

As an omniscient being, I am confident in controlling the development of the situation, and it is currently within acceptable limits.

"Hurry up and act, or it will be too late to evacuate if we wait for the humans to counterattack."

"clear."

"Wait a minute, do you know what the name of the apprentice that Frilian took on is?"

Shurahart asked as if suddenly remembering something from a dream, only to receive a disappointing answer:

"Nobody cares about this at all. She's just a little girl. They probably just picked a test subject on a whim."

……

A magical city, located near an ancient, abandoned royal city.

In the stone hall, Celia sat cross-legged, lazily consulting the magic book in front of her, while holding a sealed reagent bottle in her other hand, from which gleamed a crimson magic power.

She completely ignored the group of awe-inspiring nobles below the steps, but they still carried out their mission and reported:

"These are the only samples we could get from Northwind Fortress, along with some soil that has turned red due to the impact... We're sorry, we don't know if there's any danger, so sealing it up may have damaged the original properties."

"So you guys are the real losers."

"Feel sorry."

Faced with Celie's merciless criticism, the nobles lowered their heads and trembled with fear.

Currently, their survival in the war-torn north is entirely due to their proximity to the workshop of the God-Era Mage, which provides them with protection. However, if they were to offend the other party, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Moreover, this elf never truly offered protection; she merely went with the flow, relying on them to actively curry favor. Otherwise, she probably wouldn't have even blinked if all of them were wiped out by the demons.

The majority of powerful elves are passive; those who are willing to engage in long-term communication with humans are already rare, let alone those who are skilled in combat.

Over the years, Celia has indeed dealt with some audacious demons who dared to attack, but we can't expect her to launch any offensives.

In comparison, Frillie might be more proactive.

"I heard that there were also soul magic attacks that could ignore defenses at the scene. Do you have any more detailed information?"

"I don't know. Perhaps only her apprentices in the world know the answer."

Many people have studied the Battle of Northwind Fortress, but often to no avail, unable to fathom the profound magical realm of Frilian. Perhaps in the future, her true disciple Vlame will be able to enlighten them. Of course, for now, everyone is completely baffled and can only regard it as a magical miracle of the past.

Ancient technology?

Most people suspect it is a strange magic system left over from some ancient era, after all, after studying it for a long time, they found that it does not fit with the existing magic system.

"This is a completely new school of magic, and its creators laid the groundwork from the most basic logic."

Celia murmured, "Only through long-term inheritance and diligent cultivation day after day, year after year can this be achieved."

"It's normal that you don't understand. It's not difficult to understand if you want to; just let Frilian teach you."

"Many lost techniques require the creator to tell you the tricks, otherwise, if later generations try to recreate them, they will likely end up with something completely different."

Perhaps I should try taking on apprentices myself?

Lost in thought, Celia finally sighed and waved goodbye.

"Anyway, you're no longer of any use, so go back. If you have the chance, please give my regards to Frilian and we can exchange magic. But there's no rush; as long as an elf lives, she will eventually meet another elf."

"As ordered."

The nobles dared not linger or disturb them. There was no point in exchanging pleasantries, and offering unsolicited favors would only cause unpleasantness. It was better to cooperate with the divine magicians as much as possible.

In this day and age, the most important thing is to be a strong person who can protect a region and provide stability, just like the recent Battle of Northwind Fortress.

According to the frontline battle reports, the demons were already retreating and making detours. The newly famous Frilian had also relieved the threat to the elven village and the central plains. The demons, who had suffered heavy losses, had no choice but to return to their defenses.

Only after the group left did Celia solemnly and thoroughly destroy the reagent bottle.

For safety reasons, it should be completely removed, since it has lost its sample value and is too dangerous.

"It's truly a malevolent magic, existing only for war."

A ruthless smile curled at the corner of her lips. "What kind of person would you be as the inventor?"

……

The outskirts of the Elf Village forest.

The small-scale battlefield remains were cleaned up by the city's garrison troops who arrived after hearing the news, and the cemetery was properly arranged. Some families still hoped that the remains would return to their hometowns, so some soldiers were still busy here.

Frillie used "magic to accelerate plant growth" at the entrance to the forest to repair the burned area.

She didn't want her people to be disturbed again, so she made the forest as lush and strong as possible, preventing ordinary wildfires from spreading and making it even more isolated than before. Since it was impossible to expect the elves to go out more, she decided to take good care of their home.

Meanwhile, Vlame was practicing with his magic sword.

The staff generated a blue blade of light, which became increasingly sharp as the girl continued to wave it, effectively enhancing both physical attributes and magical skills.

"Teacher Frilian, do I really have the talent to become a battle mage who excels in both physical combat and magic?"

"Don't worry, as long as your physique is up to par, I have a way to rapidly increase your magic power."

“Is this fair?”

"Forget about it. The gaps between long-lived and short-lived species, demons and humans, geniuses and mediocrities are even more unfair and irreparable. It's fair for me to make my students grow up quickly."

Upon hearing this, Vlame nodded and swung her sword even more vigorously, demonstrating her focus and perseverance even in the most mundane basic skills.

In fact, they traveled very slowly back to the forest from Northwind Fortress because Frilian was a true traveler, stopping to observe everything along the way.

As a result, we ended up with even more luggage for shopping.

The master and apprentice finally reached the edge of the forest today and took the opportunity to make repairs.

"All right."

The silver-haired girl stopped her magic and instructed, "I will take you inside now. Observe your surroundings carefully. There are quite a few basic spells that may inspire you."

She took Volamey's hand and stepped into the forest, disappearing in the blink of an eye without leaving a trace.

The soldiers cleaning up the battlefield exchanged glances before continuing their work. They decided not to disturb her; it was already good news that she was in the elven village.

Wow!

A gust of wind made Vlame rub his eyes, only to find that the dense jungle had given way to a wide-open space with ancient trees reaching for the sky, and colorful mushrooms growing taller than a person on the tree roots.

How long did it take for them to grow to their current size?