Frillian in the Elden Ring

Chapter 133 News from King Lingluo’s Tomb.

"Master, with my current strength, I should be able to explore the maze, right? Besides, you said that Ning would follow me."

Volame breathlessly challenged him to a fight.

"Let's rest for two days and then set off."

You're not the only one looking forward to exploring the maze, I plan to give it a try too.

"Great."

Having made up their minds, the two began to carefully repair the training ground. Of course, the main force was Frillian. After all, the red-haired girl was so tired that she leaned against the tree motionless, looking like she was about to fall asleep at any time.

Other elves joined in and helped repair the center arena.

They never imagined that something with a rock base would shatter at the slightest touch. How fierce was the attack and defense between the two sides?

For the monster master and apprentice, the competition is actually not much different from a real battlefield.

But everyone felt more reassured, and they were impressed by the young woman, Volame. She had reached this level at such a young age, making her a truly powerful figure in the village. She could even practice with everyone, bringing vitality to the closed land.

"It's quite a commotion."

Millie Adele, who came after hearing the news, looked around with her hands on her hips. The ground was full of potholes, the grass and trees turned to ashes, and the clouds in the sky took a long time to clear.

She was amazed. It was normal for a childhood sweetheart to be able to do it, but it was outrageous that another opponent could hold up.

I saw Volame sleeping soundly with his head down.

"Please send the child back home to prevent him from catching a cold at night. I have to stay at the training ground to repair and reinforce it."

"I'm not her babysitter."

"The day after tomorrow we'll set off for the city to resupply and inquire about the Tomb of the Lonely King. We might even buy some fine wine along the way. Are you interested?"

"okay."

Millie Adele carried the red-haired girl on her back with great interest. She didn't feel weak at all, but like a huge rock. She still had strong muscle reactions from fighting, and was as solid as a rock.

You think Volame will catch a cold? He's getting as outrageous as you are.

Despite her complaints, she still waved goodbye and left. After all, the child really needed a rest.

Fulilian nodded and continued to repair. With the magician's floating operation, she could quickly clean up the ruins. As for the bedrock, she only needed relevant elemental magic and some reinforcement. It would be best if it could withstand a city-breaking attack.

"Interesting, is it possible to create magical buildings?"

She was slightly lost in thought as she thought of the various magnificent wonders at the border.

The elves watched as the silver-haired girl began to ponder a new experiment.

Geniuses always have countless inspirations, and what's even more exaggerated is that they can always be realized one by one, so it's nothing surprising.

Two days later.

The traces of the training battle gradually subsided, and the Elf Village returned to tranquility, still deserted. Except for those active elves occasionally exercising, it still maintained a retirement atmosphere.

Fulilian got up early in the morning to pack her luggage and trim the flowers and plants.

"It's rare."

The neighbor's elf was very surprised. "You actually get up early?"

"I've slept long enough."

"Or perhaps you should set a good example for your apprentice? Although you may not admit it, people always unconsciously feel a sense of responsibility when they have descendants, even for a group of lazy elves like us."

After saying this, the neighbor went back to take a nap.

The silver-haired girl tilted her head, and after thinking about it carefully, maybe it was because it was not a good experience to be woken up by Volame by pulling the quilt, so it was better to be obedient.

"Good morning!"

A vigorous voice came from behind, it was indeed the lively Volame.

In terms of recovery ability and physical strength, he is no less than a warrior.

After breakfast, they each packed their bags, mainly to take some money and buy some supplies, as they might have to travel for a long time.

set off.

Unaffected by the numerous magical storms, large and small, the outer reaches of the Elven Forest remain lush and verdant, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, evergreen all year round. Unlike the cold north or mountainous regions, the land beneath your feet is always vibrant and full of life, and the air is filled with fragrance.

Especially in the past few years, with the demons wreaking havoc less frequently, forest fires caused by wars are no longer a frequent occurrence, and the ecology has recovered well.

Therefore, they arrived at the fortress city unimpeded.

"What a big change."

Fulilian could no longer see the temporary reinforced barbed wire, trenches, towers and other facilities outside the city.

Instead, there are many more vendors catering to travelers from afar, and the entry inspection has been relaxed. It is more convenient to use the family emblem given by the commander Wayne as a pass. The former battlefield now carries travelers from all over the world.

"Master, there are many more changes. You will see them later."

Volame smiled mysteriously.

"I wonder why you've become more famous since I haven't been here for a while?"

Ever since he entered the city gate, he has attracted frequent attention, and passers-by have expressions of admiration on their faces, but it is well known that elves are of dull nature, so no one came to say hello.

But Fulilian heard all the discussions.

"He's the great hero of North Wind Fortress. I haven't seen him in about four years."

"Why does it feel like it took longer? But it's true. If we hadn't blocked the city back then, the roads to the central cities would have been wide open. I still feel scared when I think about it now..."

"That should be Volame, right? Will he challenge some unlucky magician again today?"

Judging from the sound of their discussions, it was actually the apprentice who took the initiative to ask for advice, and there was a high probability that he would beat the other party up to gain experience.

Fulilian glanced meaningfully at the person involved. "That's not what you said." The red-haired girl scratched her head, feigning ignorance, and quickly changed the subject, saying, "By the way, there are some people who would like to ask Master for advice."

Indeed, some people even wanted to ask for advice, but were stopped. It was obvious that they felt the silver-haired girl's aura of being too lazy to pay attention to anything and kept them at a distance.

Of course there is another reason:

During the war, there were many discerning magicians who could see that even after several attempts at suppression, the magical power still reacted with such immense power that it was truly a miracle.

Beyond any known human wizard, one wonders if this magical power will ever be exhausted. Furthermore, his past achievements are still circulating, and he's a genuine product. There's no need to overestimate one's own abilities by challenging a legendary figure, perhaps even a monster from the mythical era.

I am not old at all and am considered young among the elves.

She has become accustomed to these speculative discussions and will just accept it as it is.

A sense of mystery can reduce some trouble.

In this way, the master and the disciple walked all the way to the main road under the attention of everyone, and even buying things in the shops was considered cheap.

Just then, as they entered the city's central square, Fulilian suddenly stopped. She finally understood what Volame had meant by "greater changes." A bronze statue of herself had been erected.

It is carved with quite a bit of charm, especially the cold and stern temperament. The simple posture of holding the staff reveals a kind of majesty.

"Master, what do you think? What's your opinion?"

"Metal is not as corrosion-resistant as I am."

"What kind of answer is that!"

The red-haired girl, half complaining, rolled her eyes and muttered, "That's quite philosophical."

"Stop being philosophical and get down to business. Let's go shopping first and then get some information."

"This is a statue, a great honor, especially since only a handful of people have left their mark on North Wind Fortress. Master, don't you care at all?"

"You are still young..."

In the middle of Fulilian's words, Volame pouted, put her hands behind her back and looked angry. She hated to hear this gesture the most.

"Seriously, from a negative perspective, statues are erected only to be torn down one day. As history progresses, humanity will have various currents of thought, and something that once represented something will unfortunately become a target."

"To be positive is meaningless on a longer-term scale. The war with the demons will continue, and more heroes will emerge. My achievements will be nothing."

"But I encourage you to pursue power, prestige, and merit. Young people need goals."

As a race recognized to have a long lifespan, elves even surpass demons, and the best among them live as long as heaven. Therefore, in the future, Fulilian will definitely experience major changes in human history, most likely more than once.

So she didn't care about leaving her name.

If you are alive and witness some people distorting right and wrong, twisting facts and smearing heroes, then you will have high blood pressure.

It's even more difficult if you are one of the parties involved.

Humans don’t care. They just close their eyes and walk around, so why would they care about what happens after they die?

The goddess's teachings are said to exist in heaven. Do those in heaven know about these terrible things? Or have all the priests become saints?

Therefore, in the border area, Fulilian can be more proactive in becoming the king. After all, it is under the rule of the Eternal Dynasty, which is in line with the elves' concept of time. The achievements left behind will make her feel that she has really done something.

Never mind the reality, in the end they are not worth mentioning under the scrutiny of human history. Regardless of their strength or weakness, they are the largest in number and directly determine the underlying narrative of history.

Does not care.

This was her attitude, which she made no secret of, so Fulilian had little interest in the sculpture in front of her.

"Disciple, believe it or not, even if my statue is still there after a long time, it may not look like me, but like what people think I should look like."

"I won't let that happen!"

After hearing Volame's youthful and energetic words, she no longer denied it, smiled and continued to move forward. She understood his kindness, but things are unpredictable.

After the little episode, the master and the apprentice continued shopping. Although they were shopping, they were always slow-paced and bought some small items from the shops, such as some utensils that were said to have been unearthed from the tomb of the Lonely King.

The silver-haired girl in front of the container took a closer look at the textured container in front of her.

If she were to use soil infected with Ionian flowers, it would be a good option, just in time to replenish the test samples she had lost. She was a little tempted, but she was afraid her apprentice would stop her if she bought too much, and the shop owner was giving her a very exaggerated introduction...

While he was thinking, Volame asked for credit: "Master, although I haven't found the magic to verify the authenticity of cultural relics, I have found the magic to compare their ages."

"The world is full of wonders. Let's try it now."

She simply waved her staff, allowing her magic power to resonate with the magic power of the pottery jar. It was so simple and crude.

That's why Fulilian liked the practical magic system: it was full of life tips, and the single effects were absolutely conceptual and varied. It was a shame that it wasn't widely available, otherwise, perhaps two spells combined would create a revolutionary result.

The vast majority originated from relatively closed societies such as small villages with underdeveloped transportation, otherwise human civilization would have been able to advance further.

"Older than you, probably the real deal."

"Then I'll buy it."

"Sir, I told you long ago that this is the genuine article unearthed from the tomb of King Lingluo."

The boss smiled proudly and said, "And I'll give you a 20% discount. It's guaranteed to be economical and affordable."

"Actually, we'd like to know more about the situation over there. Is it easy to pass through?"

"That's unfortunate. I heard there's a small demonic force fighting over there, and the battle has impacted the excavation work. They're currently under blockade and protection, and many of the roads leading there are blocked. While it's possible to enter with your reputation, it's quite dangerous."

The boss continued, "The main body of the mausoleum hasn't been excavated yet. I suggest you wait a little longer. This kind of thing takes a lot of time."

"Or do you stay a long time waiting for discovery?"

The master and apprentice exchanged bewilderment. The danger was a minor issue; the key lay in the progress of the excavation. They couldn't wait, could they? They couldn't afford to wait. They couldn't help either. While construction could rely on magic, archaeology required professionalism and preservation. They didn't want to damage the pots and pans themselves.

We were originally planning to rush in and explore it thoroughly, but the maze turned out to be more difficult to explore than we had imagined. We guess the frontline personnel hit a wall.

pity.

A super large maze cannot be completed in a day or two, it may take years.

Fulilian said bluntly: "I need to sleep frequently, and can only travel a few times. It's best to enter the core of the maze in one go. So I need to wait for the intelligence, otherwise it will be a waste of time."

"It's rare that Master says I'm wasting time. It's just a training session anyway. There's no rush. I also have many ideas for becoming stronger that need to be verified first."

Volame also felt it was not worth it.

Although the search was in vain, the boss still provided relevant information and an exploration map showing the excavation situation around the tomb.

The trend should take a while, so slow and steady wins the race.

As expected of a maze said to embody the characteristics of the mythical era, it was renowned for its difficulty. Since this was merely a training exercise, the two, eager to explore, could afford to wait and not rush.

Especially since Fulilian currently has no long-term plans to travel far away.

The operation of the border area has reached a critical period. After all, the corrupt organisms in the Galid area are showing signs of activity.

so troublesome.