Frillian in the Elden Ring

The Lingzhu Hunter saw no flaw in her stance with the blade held horizontally, and she was able to bounce back without a hitch as soon as they engaged.

"I heard there's a land of reeds outside the border, and there's a great swordsman named Old Man. The world is truly full of wonderful connections."

"Actually, I'd rather hear some information from a powerful magician."

"Look closely at your swordsmanship and footwork. You are clearly a first-rate fighter!"

At this point, the Lingzhu Hunter's blood boiled, a sense of resonance rising. Although the blood dripping constantly took away the warmth, he was excited. To face such a powerful opponent in a life-or-death battle was satisfying. He was ready.

boom!

The sound of magic explosions was accompanied by the wails of dying birds, and the monster that had been showing off its might just now crashed.

Thinking it could avoid the tracking soul crystal block, it dodged left and right, but it could not escape the fire net. In the end, it was beaten and its wings were broken.

“Roar, woo, woo—”

The pain stimulated the sensory nerves, causing the Bird of Death to completely fall into the consciousness of a monster. It crashed to the ground, created a large hole, and began to scratch madly, attacking everything around it, including the Bell Hunter who had his back to it, because he was blocking the target of revenge.

He was of course aware of what kind of terrifying thing was staring at him, but his body could not move, so he could only chop with all his strength.

As expected, he encountered a rebound, and the recoil force was so strong that his body lost balance and half-knelt on the ground.

The next moment, Fulilian executed him with her straight sword in her arms.

The moment he drew his sword, a bloody rain fell from the sky. The Lingzhu Hunter, who had killed countless people, was completely killed. There was a hint of satisfaction in his last look. At least he did not die at the hands of a monster. It was a blessing in disguise.

You have obtained the [Bone Merchant's Bell Bead], an unlockable item.

There was not even a moment to grieve over the passing of the Bell and Pearl Hunter, as the Bird of Death appeared next.

"Roar!"

It didn't bother to judge the difference in strength, it just rushed forward, opened its huge skeletal mouth and spewed out circles of roaring ripples, which contained the breath of absolute death.

Upon encountering a power of unknown nature, Fulilian's first instinct was to avoid it, while also applying several layers of resistance. This was a magical technique derived from reality, and it could weaken anything except for some unsolvable curses from the demonic race.

The cautious behavior was mistaken for fear. The already crazy dead bird raised its head and laughed, as if mocking the enemy's embarrassing escape.

Then we should press on to win.

"You've shown me your strength, and it's quite good. You should get some rest early tonight."

Then, a sharp blade streaked across its wings, instantly destroying its bony body. Another blade severed its claws, and it completely lost its balance and fell.

The continuous attacks stunned it, and it never expected the situation to reverse so quickly. Little did it know that Frillian had no patience to communicate with monsters. People can try to communicate, but the other hostile species should be eliminated.

Click!

A flash of light in the night sky destroyed the bird of death, and from then on, no more skeleton birds would roam around Nimgefu.

Chapter 18: Burying the Demon Sword Fulilian

Fulilian's relentless attack completely annihilated the Death Bird.

The grotesque monster froze in its tracks, then turned into white ash and disappeared, leaving only scattered residues to indicate its existence.

"There's still some trouble in the air."

She once again had the idea of learning the magic of flying. Perhaps if she returned to reality, she could find the answer from the demons, even if they didn't have the ability to brainstorm.

Already obtained the [Blue Feather Seven-Blade Sword Amulet]. Notes on this equipment: It allows the holder to gain 20% damage reduction when the health is below 50%. Giving it to the big brother will make him immortal, the true King of Elden.

You can also see player reviews about equipment:

[Don't say Big Brother is brain-dead because he was hacked. It's your fault for not knowing how to use it. Take this accessory away and retract your insult to Big Brother.]

[BOSS: Why does this ashes have a health lock?]

[Fake Teardrop: What King of Elden? Stand behind me and be a summoning snail.]

[So urgent! When can I go to the Eternal City of Noklongen?]

...Based on the fragmentary information, Fulilian can confirm that the Blue Feather Seven-Blade Sword can enhance the power of a certain powerful bone ashes, but the details are still unclear.

But the literal meaning alone is very powerful. After all, it can greatly improve damage reduction and increase fault tolerance when a person's health is extremely dangerous. It can literally save a life and has strategic value.

As luck would have it, Freellian can now maximize its effect because there is a miracle spell that is 100% compatible with it.

Combined with the Farewell Tears effect from Dark Souls: Avoid one death when the health reaches 0.

Apostle of Archbishop Karim

【Miracle taught by Moren】

This is for the dying.

[A miracle born from enough time to say goodbye]

Tears are shed for the living, they are much more needed than the dead.

At Fulilian's current level, few things could be fatal, but having more skills is always better. Putting aside the many methods of the Soul Realm, the demons in reality possess curse magic that has never been deciphered. Perhaps only miracles can counter it.

In the game, she can equip herself according to the current situation. When she returns to reality, she must always have the Blue Feather Seven-Blade Sword and the Tears of Farewell to be safe, so as not to be killed by a sneak attack.

As for the Bell and Pearl Hunter, he doesn't have anything good. He is very poor. After all, he is not a very powerful master.

call!

Melina's figure emerged from the wind. She murmured in surprise, "I actually let you win. What's your limit?"

"I do not know."

"You should be considered a hero. I bet the news of what happened at the checkpoint and tonight will spread quickly. Both White Mask and Roderica will know your name and deeds. People will understand Fulilian's abilities."

Since her partner was so strong, she was of course happy, as it saved her a lot of effort.

Acting after having a reputation can also reduce a lot of potential troubles, at least you won't be ridiculed by a few Grek soldiers.

"Those things don't matter."

"When you become more active, I will take you to the Hall of the Round Table, where the Faded Ones gather. It is the Great Blessing independent of the Borderland where your colleagues live."

"Well, we'll talk about it later. Right now I want to get some rest and maybe sleep in."

Fulilian had made a point of saying, "I must have sweet dreams to justify a day's hard work." Who knew the second day at the border would be even more tiring than the first? You have to balance work and rest.

Hearing this, Melina nodded and disappeared.

She could see that this faded person was powerful but had an irregular lifestyle, a weak sense of time, and was troubled by daily life.

The silver-haired girl fell into a deep sleep leaning against the shabby house next to the bonfire.

The wind in Storm Hill gradually subsided, and the once lingering smell of death was weakening, even giving people a feeling that spring was returning to the earth.

After one night.

Warrior Bernal, as always, wanders around the Nimgfu area to relax and relieve his fatigue from time to time. If there is a chance, he will be happy to teach combat skills to the person, just to comfort his soul. Otherwise, how can he survive in this crazy borderland?

However, the atmosphere around Stonewell City today is obviously different.

The Grek soldiers, who were usually free and easy and bullied men and women, were actually a little nervous. Led by the limb-jointing nobles, they frequently patrolled in search of a powerful faded one.

How could he not know since he has intelligence channels to the Volcano Residence, a force under the command of the demigod Lakkad?

After capturing a few captives and questioning them, we learned that a new person had appeared in the Chapel of the King two days ago. This was certainly not news, but the amazing thing was that she used her skills to kill the tree guards with her bare equipment.

The soldiers and the white mask in the distance saw it.

If the above can be explained by luck, the fall of the next level and the storm level is enough to show its value. The murderer has become famous:

Her name is "The Buried Demon Sword" Fulilian.

According to intelligence, he's a magician, but his famed battles were all marked by the sweep of his lightsaber, leaving everyone with the impression that he's a formidable martial artist...

Bernard grabbed the soldier in front of him by the collar and punched him several times, leaving him with a black eye and a swollen face.

"Who are you kidding? There's a huge gap between magicians and warriors. A person can only choose one style at a time, otherwise their physical attributes will not be able to be used. Not to mention that he's a swordsman with technical skills among warriors. How is that possible? Is this a misjudgment?"

"do not know."

The prisoner honestly expressed the information he knew. As a lowly pawn, he really didn't know much.

"What about the other information? What does the front of the level look like? Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

"It's full of broken walls and ruins. The ground has been plowed, leaving traces of magic burns and arrow holes everywhere. No one is spared. She brought destruction."

"If that's the case, how will Greg react?"

"The Lord was furious. He only calmed down after killing over a dozen people who were waiting for limb grafts. He told us to capture Fulilian and bring her back. He wanted to show the Faded Ones the power of the Shard King."

Hearing this, Bernard sneered, "He's just a guy who escaped disguised as a woman during the Battle of Rodel. What's so arrogant about him?"

After he dealt with the soldiers, he continued his investigation northwards, heading towards the cabin he often visited.

Haven't been here for a while, maybe it's time for some maintenance...

"and many more!"

The warrior with extraordinary eyesight instantly discovered the traces left by the dead bird, and there was also the breath of the bell bead hunter at the scene. A great battle must have taken place here last night, and the winner was resting in the broken house.

Although his aura was concealed to a certain extent, it was as conspicuous as the sun to a top fighter like Bernal.

He also restrained his breath and walked forward carefully. If he alarmed the people inside, he might be attacked from a distance, so Bernal decided to sneak.

However, I underestimated the other party's ease.

I saw a girl with silver hair and pointed ears leaning against the wall, wrapped in a quilt and sleeping soundly, not paying any attention to the possible danger.

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Chapter 19 Combat Skills Teacher Bernard

What faded person can relax enough to sleep defenselessly?

Anyway, Bernard saw it today. This kind of comfort cannot be said to be an act of the weak. It may help him adapt to the border area better.

Moreover, he could feel a pair of eyes staring at him, which he couldn't see clearly. It must be from a spirit. If he really had bad intentions, the other party would definitely have a countermeasure.

Don't be stupid enough to judge by appearances.

Bernal had no interest in observing the sleeping faces of strangers, so he simply practiced his fighting skills in front of the cabin. Just as he was thinking this, the silver-haired girl in front of him opened her eyes and yawned, and his magical perception had already locked onto the target.

"Good morning, my name is Bernard, a faded like you."

"Good morning to you too. I heard you come to this house often, so I guess I'm staying here. Thank you very much."

"It's ownerless, you're welcome."

The two of them seemed to be talking happily, but they were actually observing each other. Without any extra tricks, their well-honed intuition had already judged the other's strength.

Fulilian's heart tightened. If any faded warrior she met was of such a level, then the demigod Greg should be quite challenging. She would need to practice more to level up.

As for Bernard, he raised his eyebrows when he saw the ordinary straight sword stuck in the wooden board.

Worn out.

But the damage was weird, like using the sword to intentionally collide with a super heavy weapon, a greatsword! And it bounced back repeatedly!

"Could it be that you are the one who buried the Demon Sword Fulilian?"

"The name is correct, but what about the title? I'm a magician."

"You have a wrong name, but not a wrong nickname. When I saw your sword, I understood. Only a swordsman who has reached the pinnacle of skill can do that. I will tell my friends that you are a great swordsman worthy of respect."

"Never mind. I'm famous anyway, so I'll just thank you. It's also thanks to the publicity from the Greg soldiers."

Fulilian hadn't expected to become famous in just two days. Following Melina's advice worked, but unfortunately the rumors weren't accurate enough, and they couldn't even distinguish between the mage profession.

"You want to be famous?"

"Yes, one day I will seize the Great Rune of the demigod Greg and occupy the city of Stonewell. If I remain unknown, it will be difficult to convince the public."

Actually, it’s not that strict. She just wanted to try a different way of playing.

I used to be so busy running around on my own, so why not try to control a faction and research magic and everything in the border area together? Wouldn't that be more convenient?