Frillian in the Elden Ring

Besides, the gameplay of Elden Ring is explained right from the start. This is a game of becoming the king and dominating everything like a golden conquest.

Bernal's eyes lit up when he sensed the determination.

"Many of the Faded seek fame for little more than that. Yet you are thinking of ruling for the sake of petty gains? Indeed, you have the ability. Perhaps the main fragment of the Elden Circle will soon change hands."

"That's a demigod. It's not something I can master in a short time. I need to practice more."

The important thing is to make the Stargazer character stronger. If we simply use the previous power system to solve the problem, wouldn’t it be a waste of time to come to the borderland?

The sincerity of the silver-haired girl touched Bernal. This new faded person seemed like himself in the past, and he had stronger strength than his peers. Perhaps he could change more people and things.

"Better to be cautious. By the way, are you going to keep fighting here?"

"of course."

"Even if the Golden Rule is now broken beyond repair, will you still continue to believe in the guidance of the Blessing?"

“I always believed in it.”

Fulilian was sincere. Since the game allowed her to repair the magic ring, she would definitely be able to do it. Besides, she had a few trump cards up her sleeve.

"Well, the exemplary Faded Ones are truly nostalgic. Looking at the present moment, such thoughts are truly precious." He added, "If you want to become famous, I have a suggestion. Follow this road, bypassing Stonewell City and heading south to the Weeping Peninsula. There, Morn City is in rebellion, and the city lord is desperate for help."

"Also, a group of unfamiliar strong men have arrived from outside the border area. They're an unkillable group, wreaking havoc in eastern Nimgefu. A bounty has been issued for their capture."

After finally meeting someone he liked, Bernard started talking to him.

In fact, he didn't contribute anything, just suggestions, but it was very valuable to Fulilian who was in urgent need of information.

"Thank you."

"Don't be so quick to thank me. In fact, there is an opportunity to become famous right here: fight me. If I agree with you, I will naturally promote you. Don't look at me like this, I actually have some fame."

The presence of a powerful warrior greeted him, an invitation, the desire to confirm the unyielding awakening of a new Faded One by force, to speak with the sword.

Of course, Fulilian would not refuse this competition.

[Combat Instructor Bernal], who is praised even by players, is definitely trustworthy.

Besides, she could tell whether a person was lying. On the surface, the person seemed discouraged and decadent, but in fact he still had a glimmer of hope waiting to be completely ignited in the future.

The two men took up their positions, holding a scepter and a straight sword respectively. It was obvious at a glance that the other was no ordinary person.

Melina, who was observing all this, thought to herself that ever since her Faded One came to the borderland, there had been constant fighting and the attention of powerful people. The aura emanating from that soul seemed to be attracting everyone, and perhaps it could be considered a kind of kingly qualification.

clang!

Suddenly, the two figures crossed each other.

The vibration and hum of the World-Devouring Scepter was transmitted to Bernal's tiger's mouth. He clearly hit it, but the force was absorbed and he almost lost his balance?

"This move is called parry, and it comes from Ashina Country."

"Good tricks, your skills are strong, but how about your strength?"

As the words rose, the staff swept down with great force and power, carrying a force of a thousand pounds, enough to smash a mountain goblin to pieces, enough to bring a dragon to its knees. He expected that this blow would test the depth of the beast.

Unexpectedly, Fulilian suddenly took out a plain brass shield and blocked it with a bang with her arm. It was more like an active attack than a parry.

Warriors with shield skills can generally use shield counters, but this requires extremely high strength.

He didn't expect that his confident attack would miss. You know, the power of the World-Devouring Scepter makes people rarely notice the existence of the shield. It is invincible, but today it missed.

wrong.

This was the result of a head-on battle of strength, a truly thrilling experience. The Beast Gathering Armor felt the vibrations transmitted to it, and he felt a surge of excitement. Decadence vanished, and the warrior's will burst forth from Bernard's heart.

"It's great that someone like you still believes in the restoration ring. Let me see it in detail."

The World-Devouring Scepter smashed into the ground, creating a shockwave. The sudden attack from below allowed Fleuryllen to lightly jump away. She then thrust out a sword and cut the shield with her left hand.

The powerful magic weapon penetrated the armor.

Fighting skills, patience.

Bernal, bearing the damage, delivered a powerful blow, hitting the shield in Fulilian's hand hard. The latter shattered and scratched her arm. In the end, it was the quality of zero reinforcement that held her back.

Chapter 20: Death of a Witch (Please Collect)

This is the first time I've been injured since arriving at the border.

Although it was just a minor scratch with a little blood, it reminded Fulilian that the opponent was at a very high level, far surpassing the tree guard.

She did not seek treatment because she was rarely injured, and opportunities to train in combat while under the influence of injuries were rare. Since it was a competition, she might as well experience it more.

"Cough cough!"

Bernal on the opposite side was coughing violently, feeling equally uncomfortable. Even though he had used the endurance combat skill, it did not mean that he could resist the shock of the powerful weapon magic. His internal organs were trembling, but fortunately he was able to hold it back thanks to his strong willpower.

It's exciting enough, fighting and colliding with each other can be called a real competition between warriors.

"It feels very hard. Your armor is well-forged, and it seems to have been modified."

"Yes, the Beast Gathering Armor has a history. It originally had a cloak on the back."

"Gathering beasts? I heard that wild beasts in the border area can represent the king's status. Does this have anything to do with the so-called beast-gathering armor?"

Flillian, who has the attitude of a researcher, noticed this.

Bernal responded with a wry smile:

"The past is hard to recall. It's not a big deal. Perhaps it's just a coincidence... So how do you know that the beasts can choose their king?"

At a whistle, the spirit horse appeared out of thin air, its body nimble and tall. Even facing the battlefield where the auras of two powerful men intersected, it showed no sign of being ready to strike, its muscles taut and ready to gallop like an arrow at any moment.

What a horse!

One glance confirmed Bernard's claim to be a formidable beast. He also vaguely remembered hearing legends about it. Could it have once been closely related to the mount of the legendary Michaela? Incredible.

"If you win the sparring match, I'll tell you part of my story."

Fulilian held her sword horizontally to show her willingness to accept.

The next moment, the two figures crossed each other again, the sword and the scepter collided, and the shock wave dug a deep pit in the ground. The rocks nearby rolled down, and the cliff actually caused a landslide.

The seemingly heavy scepter danced vigorously in Bernal's hand, more like a sledgehammer that was invincible.

He built up momentum with each swing, each one more powerful than the last, with such force and ferocity that it crushed everything in its path.

No flaws.

Bernal was also very careful in his movements and did not get hurt again.

In contrast, Freellian adopted a defensive stance, continuously bouncing the knife with her straight sword, and waiting for opportunities with the magic weapon in her other hand to attack from tricky angles.

To be honest, she wasn't very good at sparring. In real life, fighting against demons was a life-or-death situation, and she showed no mercy. In the game, she would objectively hold back early on because she needed to practice different styles of fighting, but sparring was still rare.

However, the silver-haired girl already had an idea in her mind, which was to take the enemy by surprise and use equal strength to cover it up.

During the battle, the two sides opened up trenches in the ground.

In fact, they had a tacit understanding not to use large-scale destructive capabilities, otherwise the entire Storm Hill would collapse, and the noise would be too loud and difficult to deal with.

In other words, it is more valuable, and the winner is determined by pure fighting skills.

Each side displayed their respective skills at the pinnacle of perfection, the clash of swords and blades clashing, sparks flying, a scene of pure fervor. Their stamina was bottomless, one unlike a mage, the other a monster even among warriors, having not even taken a deep breath.

"Don't worry, Torret."

Melina, who was watching the battle from a distance, gently stroked the spirit horse's fur. Although she said that, she was actually very worried.

The Beast Gathering Armor is of extraordinary significance. Its owner must possess enough strength to be a king. He is considered to be among the top in the entire border area and is very difficult to deal with.

Although sparring would restrict her hands, Fulilian was not good at it either.

And there is a concern:

If Bernard was the Faded One who had his witch join the tree burning but nothing happened, how would that explain all this? What impact would it have on new Faded Ones who would eventually embark on the path of tree burning...

Just as Melina was thinking, she saw the silver-haired girl suddenly release a shock wave. Her fighting skills were powerful enough. She had always fought like a mage, but suddenly she changed her style.

It is conceivable that Bernal retreated unexpectedly.

His battle-hardened intuition saved him at this moment, otherwise he would have easily lost his balance.

clang!

Fulilian moved forward and used the bouncing knife, turning the passive move into the active one. It turned out that this move could also be used for active attack.

The threatening World-Devouring Scepter was knocked off balance and staggered. Even with Bernal's strength, he had to change his stance to recover. In a top-level confrontation, even a little delay was enough to widen the gap.

Fran's quick swords followed one after another, one holding a magic sword and the other a straight sword. With his nimble movements, it was like a dance, and a cold light flashed in an instant -

The sharp blades tore through the armor's neck and chest, without causing any extra damage.

The next moment she had already stopped.

Bernard took a few steps back and touched his damaged armor before coming to his senses. He then laughed heartily, "It's been a long time since I've felt this way. Fulilian, you won, so you will definitely inherit all my fighting skills."

"I'm not interested in a warrior's abilities, but I'll accept it if you're willing to give it to me."

"I'll tell you about this later. Now it's my turn to fulfill my promise and tell you about my experience..."

He roughly recounted the journey from the Yatan Plateau to the distant snow-capped mountains, a magnificent epic full of hardships and dangers, but also a testimony to the vastness of the border area.

Frielian noticed that the narrator deliberately concealed the stories of specific characters and mainly provided rough map information.

Yeah.

What kind of people and things should be explored and thought about by oneself is part of the magic of fully immersive games. On the contrary, the large number of mazes and dungeons revealed in just a few words intrigued her. It would be great if she could conquer a few of them.

Bernal wasn't about to share the heartbreak of the witch's death.

After all, it's filled with pain and regret, a pang in my chest just to mention it, and a betrayal of the Golden Rule. My love is gone forever, and everything I see is ruined.

Melina breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, but she was worried about what Fulilian would think if she knew that she would die on her mission one day. However, the next moment, Bernard's question made her heart tighten:

"Does Your Excellency have a witch of your own?"

"The witch who was supposed to meet me at the Chapel of the Princes is dead. I buried her."

"What did you leave behind?"

"Even if the guidance has been broken, please become the King of Elden." Fulilian said solemnly as if reciting a motto.

This simple sentence made Bernard feel deeply moved. It turned out that he was a faded person carrying the legacy. This strength was not only for himself, but also for his companions. That's why he became a rare existence in the world.

"That's strange. With all due respect, how can I use runes to strengthen myself if I don't have my own witch? Or how can I go to the Hall of the Round Table in the future?"

"My original witch did unfortunately pass away, but there is a replacement."

Melina frowned when she heard this.

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PS

Luckily I finished the DLC before Thorn of Rejection was nerfed.

Chapter 21 Melina's Worry

As a fire girl who can see the illusion of flames, her mission is to ignite the golden tree with her own body and pave the way for the Faded One to become king.

But at the same time, as a partner who has experienced ups and downs with the Faders, it is inevitable that she will feel sad, so Melina remains cold and does not communicate too much with Fulilian, nor does she want her mission to be exposed.

Now Bernard was in danger of revealing himself.

"Who can replace the witch? I'm very curious, but I can't reveal it."

"Well, actually, she doesn't like to be in the spotlight."

"As long as you can use the witch's auxiliary abilities normally, it's fine. Everyone has their own secrets, and I'm not in a position to ask too much, but there is one reminder I must give you."

"Please advise."

Fulilian always felt that this person contained a lot of information, which should be part of the deeper plot of the game.

"...How should I put it? One day you'll be at the center of the Golden Dynasty. Even if that means sacrificing the precious people who've been with you for so long, will you still be okay? I'm not asking a question, I just want you to be mentally prepared."

"I once had a companion like this. Before everything disappeared, I kept the possibility open that we would meet again one day."

She gently stroked her chest, where the primordial fire lay, powerful enough to create and destroy the world.