Erii: A Journey Through the Heavens Begins with Frilian

Leaving Val meant entering the territory of the northern kingdoms.

Of course, it made no difference to Erii and her group.

Every day is still a leisurely journey, experiencing nature by eating and sleeping outdoors, resupplying in villages and towns along the way, and taking on errands as if doing good deeds. These errands are not specifically about hunting monsters, but rather about helping others by clearing roads.

All in all, it was very relaxing and enjoyable.

With Hugh Talke joining the team, the atmosphere has become much more fun and lively.

Aside from being a little sensitive and cowardly, this guy is hardworking, considerate, and responsible. He has also learned eight-tenths of Aize's cooking skills and can always stew a bunch of unidentifiable wild vegetables into a delicious and thick soup.

Perhaps because they were from the same school, Shutark took good care of Erii, showing the clear understanding of a senior brother.

After crossing the ridge, the vast scenery ahead unfolds before you.

The lush green hills stretch out to the horizon, where a continuous, towering white mountain range lies.

Not far from Erii's feet, a massive city, like a sleeping behemoth, quietly perched atop the mountain.

It has a typical Western ancient city structure, with three concentric circles from the inside out, and a castle with a spire standing at the innermost point.

"Where is that?" Philon asked.

"The territory of Count Granat," Frilian replied.

"A musty, pungent smell of blood," Erii said calmly.

"There are trenches and fortifications outside the city, and the grass and trees have been trampled, as if it has been under attack for a long time," Hugh Tarek analyzed.

"This city has a protective magic barrier left by Vlame, controlled by the lord. As long as it's not closed, the demons can't get in," Frilian said.

The group went straight down the mountain and followed the road into the city.

Upon entering the city gate, Erii immediately sensed the oppressive and tense atmosphere in the air, which was completely different from that of the central kingdoms.

There were few residents on the street, and everyone looked numb and worried. Children laughing and joking were rarely seen.

A large number of fully armored guards patrolled and watched over the area, checking the identities and belongings of passersby from time to time. Many suits of armor and weapons were stained with black blood.

Snapped!

Without warning, Frilian put down her suitcase, instantly switched to a fighting expression, and raised her wand right there in the street.

This action immediately attracted the attention of the guards not far away.

Philonise was shocked and quickly stopped her, "Ms. Frillie, this is in the street!"

"There are demons." Frilian's words immediately alerted the three of them.

Erii was the quickest to join the group, and without saying a word, she drew her Tsukuyomi and looked at Frilian with a chilling gaze.

A few seconds later, four elegantly dressed and distinguished figures emerged from around the corner, surrounded by soldiers.

The leader was a middle-aged man with long hair, wearing a coat that only lords or generals were entitled to wear, while he was talking to a handsome young man next to him.

The young man and the boys and girls behind him, though they had human appearances and were dressed in incredibly noble and exquisite clothes, had demonic horns on their heads that indicated their identities.

A demon through and through!

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A magical aura emanated from the tip of the wand, and terrifying magical waves stirred up invisible ripples.

Even the veteran Frilian has a pre-cast animation to charge up her offensive magic. Knowing this, she values ​​Philon highly because the latter's talent is terrifyingly high, starting with zero frames in the blink of an eye.

The handsome young man noticed and turned his gaze towards him.

"How dare you!"

"Protect the Earl!"

In an instant, the valiant guards swarmed forward, rushing towards the murderous Freya.

They were not delicate noble soldiers, but ruthless individuals who had survived battles against the demons, each of them having honed their bodies to the point of being as tough as steel.

call--

Words of Power: A Dustless Land.

The wind wall, which wasn't spinning very fast, sent all the attackers flying, but it also prevented Frilian from continuing to cast spells, as even the magic she was gathering and releasing was repelled.

The wind wall slowly dissipated, and in an instant, the four of them were completely surrounded.

"Ms. Frilian, calm down. It's illegal to take action in the city, and it could easily injure civilians!" Philen advised.

"Yes, I understand." Frillian put away her wand, her tone still icy and chilling.

Erii's dust-free place instilled fear in the soldiers, so they dared not act rashly.

The two sides reached a stalemate.

"Who is it?"

The brown-haired man in the overcoat, whom everyone was talking about as the Earl, strode over.

The demon youth, also present, asked with great interest, "Count Granat, did you order her to kill us?"

He had long, light golden hair, handsome and otherworldly features, a calm and composed demeanor, and well-tailored clothes that exuded an air of nobility.

Compared to a count, he was more like a noble lord of the city.

"Lord Lugner, it is true that I hate your demon race to the core and wish to kill you as soon as possible," the count said calmly and in a deep voice, "but I am not so foolish as to attack the peace envoys in broad daylight."

He turned to Erii and her group, "They are probably unsuspecting adventurers who don't know what's going on here."

"I'll believe you for now," Lugner said, looking at Frilian. "Your eyes are filled with murderous intent and a hatred that I can't understand."

He paused, his tone unusually calm, "Even the residents of this city, though their eyes are filled with resentment and fear when they look at me, still regard me as a human being... But your eyes are as if you are looking at a wild beast."

"Isn't that right? You are nothing but imitations of humans; in essence, you are beasts incapable of communication and empathy," Frilian said coldly.

Lugner wasn't angry. He smiled and said, "You seem to know quite a bit about the demon race. So, the elves, who are immortal like us, what's your name?"

"Frilian," she told him truthfully.

In an instant, the surroundings became subtly quiet.

"Frilian? The elven mage Frilian?" The count's pupils contracted.

Lugner narrowed his eyes, his expression gradually turning as cold as ice.

The other two demons, a boy in overalls and a girl in Lolita fashion, also changed their expressions from leisurely to serious and solemn, staring at Frilian with hostility.

"What a coincidence," said Lugner. "Eighty years ago, you killed the Demon King and severely injured my master, Aura. I never expected to meet you today."

The two demons behind him had unfriendly expressions and were ready to make a move.

The soldiers were on high alert, feeling an unprecedented sense of tension.

After all, one side is a demon race, and the other side is a legendary hero. If they are not careful, a fight could break out and endanger innocent people and cause countless deaths and injuries.

Sensing the gunpowder in the air, the Count hurriedly spoke up: "Lady Frilian, although they are demons, they are also peace envoys. Please come to my humble abode to rest, and allow me to explain the whole story."

Then, he turned to the three demons and said in a humble yet assertive manner, "Lord Lugner, our peace talks will continue. You three should go back and rest first, and I will personally entertain you later."

"Alright." Lugner smiled, glanced at Frilian, then at Erii, before leading his two subordinates away with the soldiers.

Frilian looked coldly at the count. "Count Granat, I need an explanation from you."