Frillian in the Elden Ring

"I happen to be going to the Elf Village. I will pass on the message, but I can't guarantee whether she will be out."

"I'm counting on you, Lord Volame."

"We really do have a master who is both reliable and troublesome."

The two men, feeling the same pain, smiled bitterly. In short, everyone had to get busy, even if it meant traveling all night and gathering intelligence.

Volame didn't feel much real about the game between the bigwigs. After all, the master beside him was already at the ceiling level. The core focus was nothing more than the Tomb of the Broken King as the fuse. Let Fulilian think about it.

Except for meditation and rest in the middle of the journey, she traveled day and night and arrived just in the early morning.

Sure enough, there was a drunk elf girl sitting at the village gate as usual. No need to guess, you could tell that she had a hangover last night and was now sleeping soundly and blowing bubbles of snot.

"Sister Adele, it's time for you to wake up."

"..."

"There's a problem with the barrier!"

"..."

"I bought some wine."

The short-haired magician, who caught the key words, suddenly opened his eyes, leaned on his staff and barely raised his head, facing the sunlight and saw a familiar face.

Her eyes shifted to Volame's large package and she immediately smiled.

"You don't know, but the village has developed a magic that allows them to brew their own wine. Thanks to my help, everyone is producing a different kind of wine every day. Maybe in the future we can become a super wealthy village known for its famous wines, getting drunk every day."

The red-haired girl quickly made a cross on her chest to indicate that she was stopping. After not seeing them for a while, they actually came up with this kind of thing. The village was becoming more and more active in participating in the world.

The scene that Fulilian has been looking forward to is happening. Even the elves have to integrate into the human society.

"How is it, master?"

"Same as always, since I can't enter the room, the barrier means she's not awake. Don't worry, she's been through such long sleeps before and she was still safe and sound. It's okay."

"Mainly there are some things waiting for her help."

Suddenly, an idea struck Volame. "How about using a spell like a tranquilizer to wake the master up as gently as possible?"

"No, because you can't wake up a person who isn't asleep."

"What do you mean?"

"She lost her sleep long ago, either from meditation or the deep sleep that comes with magic that comes from dreaming."

"--According to Fulilian, if I really fall asleep, something terrible will happen."

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Chapter 177 The elves came here because of the reputation.

When Millie Adele spoke, she had a sinister expression and a terrifying tone, as if she was telling a fable at a child's bedside that would become a childhood cult classic.

However, Volame didn't buy it, as he was too old to be afraid.

"Speak clearly, don't be vague."

"Anyway, Fulilian gained some powerful magic in a dream one day. Once she falls asleep, she tends to drag everyone into a nightmare... I experienced this briefly. So, she hasn't truly slept in a long time, so normal methods of waking her up are pointless."

"Then what did the master mean when he said the village would wake up if it was in danger?"

"It's simple. I set up a triggering spell in advance to remind myself. Anyway, she has the initiative, and it's difficult for outsiders to wake her up."

"Ah~"

"Don't sigh, kid. Don't worry. Tell your sister what happened."

Since there was no way to wake up Fulilian for the time being, there was no point in wasting some time, so Volame sat on the wine barrel next to him and explained everything that had happened.

The news of the Tomb of the Fallen King was no longer a secret. It became increasingly famous, and even Millie Adele in the village had heard about it.

She listened with fascination, taking a sip from time to time.

You have the story and I have the wine.

"...In short, considering the distance, strength, prestige, and personality, it's most appropriate to let Master handle the matter of the Fragmented King's Tomb. We need her to take charge."

In fact, Volame was proud of it, after all, his teacher was so honored.

However, the matter of contact falls on my own shoulders, and if I fail to do it, it will cause many people to worry.

"It's a bit troublesome, but it doesn't matter. Don't take the king too seriously. At worst, he'll die in a few years."

The drunkard elf spread his hands and said, "Just bear with it. It will be over in a moment."

The red-haired girl's mouth twitched, speechless.

The fleeting lifespan of humans is indeed insignificant to them, and time will ease most conflicts.

"In that case, I can only wait in the village."

After entering the village barrier, Volame was slightly startled. What he stepped on was actually a brick road. It was rare that the elves had started to build facilities, and his magical perception revealed many new houses.

"Good morning."

She was stunned by the greetings from some unfamiliar faces, and she quickly waved in response.

It's only been a few months since I last came here, how could such a big change happen? Even with magic, it's not something that just a few hundred elves can do.

Unless more manpower is available in a short period of time...

Millie Adele pointed in the distance and said, "Elven villages elsewhere have flocked here because of Fulilian. Most of them have fled from the north to join us. Now the village has a population of just over a thousand, so it's starting to take shape."

"Once the subsequent supporting construction is completed, we will be upgraded to a small town. You have no idea how happy the village chief will be. Of course, we are also very happy to find more compatriots."

She looked at some of the playing children and elves, and even the baby in her arms.

This is so rare.

No one has seen an elf in years, let alone a newly born one.

Volame's special appearance attracted the attention of the children. Seeing this, she casually rolled a crackling firework, which caused a burst of cheers and filled the street with laughter.

Having said that, some elves were injured. Having experienced it, she understood that it was a special smell of war.

"Excuse me, what happened in the north?"

"Perhaps to fill the gap in the offensive and regroup the front, right? The Demon Prophet sent sages to join the front lines. Many died, and several magician groups were destroyed... As usual, they cleared out any elven settlements along the way, so we had to flee."

"Only a few dozen of our village have escaped. I'm afraid the number of elves is decreasing."

"According to my calculations, if our population falls below a thousand, it will be the end. We will eventually be irreversibly extinct."

"So how long does it take from the time you drop below the threshold until the last one dies?"

"For eternity."

The elves were talking to each other in a flurry, their words revealing fear and anxiety. Those who had fled were especially worried, fearing that the front would spread further.

For Volame, it has been several years since the last large-scale action of the demons, and it is indeed time for it to happen.

She clenched her hands and looked excited.

Unlike the powerless children back then, I can now do my part.

"Young man, you are still young, don't think so much about war."

Millie Adele patted Volame's shoulder and said, "I promised Fulilian that I would take care of you and I can't let you go to the battlefield."

"Don't worry, I will find a more appropriate time. Besides, the association has another way of fighting: to make everyone accept and develop magic."

"Ah."

"But how much information do you know about the demon sages? I want to know in advance."

"Recently, there's a mage-killer who's gaining a reputation for corruption, and there's also the Hundred-Change Sage, skilled at infiltration... They're both far more powerful than the average great demon. Once deployed on the battlefield, they're unstoppable, and few, save for the brave, can stand up to them."

The survivors recalled the incident with fear written all over their faces.

After all, the opponent is the best among the demons. All of them who are crowned with the title of sage are peerless strongmen who can defeat an entire army alone. They are not something that humans can currently fight against.

The Heroes did have kill records, but they lacked a system to train people to rival the level of the Sages.

pity.

From Volame's perspective, the magic education constructed by the association is the most suitable, covering from elementary to advanced levels. However, organizational growth requires suitable soil, and it is now constantly encountering resistance.

"Thank you for the information."

She no longer asked the other party to open the scars. It was all in the past, and she just enjoyed the peace.

Millie Adele warned: "Every demon sage possesses profound magic that is elusive in this era. Child, you are still far from it."

"The Seven Collapse Sages above them hold an unbreakable curse. Wherever they go, nothing grows, and all life is destroyed..."

"I have an idea for how to fight the curse."

"master!"

It was Fulilian, dressed in a loose white dress, who walked towards them. She yawned lazily, looking half asleep, with a hint of fatigue between her brows. Having learned of the situation, Volame now knew that she had been awake the entire time.

However, after the elf girl stretched her muscles, the fatigue disappeared and her pupils cast a sharp look.

"A lot of things must have happened while I was immersed in magic, right?"

Fulilian pointed to her own little room behind her and said, "Come in, let's have breakfast and chat."

"Great, I miss the chef's cooking skills."

"Same old story. I have wine."

Just as several people were talking, the surrounding elves suddenly cheered, and some unfamiliar faces expressed their respect to the protector of the village and shed tears of gratitude.

Who?

A large number of new people appeared in the village, which was a society of acquaintances. After thinking about it, Fulilian guessed most of it.

"Welcome, new members of the village."

Fulilian stretched out her hands and said with a smile: "If you have any difficulties, please feel free to ask, I will definitely help."

The growth of the elven settlement is undoubtedly good news. Unlike before when there were only a few hundred people and no new elves were born, which would be tantamount to extinction in the long run. Now that there are more people, it is more suitable for long-term development.

May the deceased rest in peace, and our living compatriots will be more united.

Looking at the frightened faces of these people, you can tell that something must have gone wrong in the north again.

"We've heard of you, Lady Fulilian, before. We know you protect the Elf Village, so we came here because of your reputation."

"Thank you."

"If the Battle of North Wind Fortress hadn't happened, the last large settlement of the Dialogue Tribe would have disappeared. I want to stay in this pure land forever."

"There are very few elves like Lady Fulilian who are both powerful and caring about their tribe."

Everyone's cries and expressions of gratitude revealed genuine emotions. Although they were a race with dull emotions, they were inevitably shaken when faced with matters of life and death. Ultimately, this was the result of the trauma of war.

Their fragmentary messages made Fulilian realize the change in the situation, and the atmosphere became lively again.

The demons will not give up.

The last setback was not enough to hurt her seriously, and she was already planning the next one. Moreover, she suddenly realized: allowing the elves to escape was paving the way for catching them all in one fell swoop?

Don't think about it.

Whatever you are planning is doomed to fail.

The once remote elf settlement was beyond the reach of Fulilian, and she was also struggling with whether she should deeply intervene in the affairs of the tribe. Now it is different. The compatriots under her nose must be protected. The village carries the hope for the future.

"Don't worry, I will carefully strengthen the defenses. The demons' orders to exterminate the elves will be nothing but wishful thinking."

"Don't worry too much. The front line is still far away from here."

"I feel relieved."

"No wonder you were able to resist the demons. It turns out the village has been practicing magic. We will also become stronger. Let's fight together!"

Fulilian chatted with the guests who came from afar to understand the situation, and then parted ways. This sudden thank-you meeting was finally over. Considering the character of the elves, they were very moved by it.

Those who survived the disaster will never forget Fulilian's protection and feel a sense of belonging to this place.

There are still some powerful elves active on the surface, but she is the only one they can seek refuge with. The others are either homeless or not interested in the affairs of their tribe.

It’s great to have such an exemplary compatriot.