Frillian in the Elden Ring

At the same time, a line of small words appeared below the field of vision: Descendant of the Limb-Girdle Noble, as well as a longer health bar. According to the position, it should belong to the novice BOSS but it should not be neglected.

It suddenly rushed forward, and swept across with its sharp sword flashing coldly, but it missed.

Fulilian dodged the attack with a nimble jump, with a touch of elegance in her ease, and then released the pyroxene magic gravel to hit the enemy. Sure enough, the opponent's health bar changed slightly.

"Ha ha!"

The Limb-Girdle Noble seemed to be mocking the fact that his attack power was too weak to even cause a pause.

"Indeed, killing you and then using your soul to strengthen the Stargazer character is the same thing. I'm definitely better at real-life magic."

She held the staff in both hands, causing her body to glow. In an instant, her aura became extraordinary and full of oppression.

"Attack magic—"

The indifferent voice was accompanied by a beam of incandescent light, which easily penetrated the target. The monster turned into dust and disappeared before it could even let out a scream. From beginning to end, it could not understand why the opponent suddenly became stronger.

Little did she know that no matter which game character she became, the basic panel was that of Freellian herself, so she did have some strength to that extent.

The attack magic draws on the mainstream attack magic of the demons, and pays more attention to attack speed, accuracy, and destruction. Don't be fancy. It is powerful only when you can release it with just a raise of your hand and without having time to read the command.

It turns out that the limb-grafting nobles are no match for the battle-hardened players.

"Check it again."

Even after the enemy was dead, she did not forget to check carefully. She continued to move forward only after finding nothing unusual. However, she had just taken a few steps when the ground under her feet collapsed. The feeling of weightlessness made Fulilian fall rapidly without any time to react.

"We should develop flying magic as soon as possible."

I heard that demons can fly, but I haven't fought with them enough. I need to go out to the elf village more often to improve my magic.

There is no shortage of means to combat the falling environment, such as firing a powerful magic cannon towards the bottom of the valley.

Boom!

Relying on the reaction force, Frillian stood firmly on the ground and got into position the moment her feet touched the ground, because monsters easily accumulated in low and narrow areas, and it would be difficult to deal with if she was besieged.

Suddenly, a cloaked girl came over from a distance, sitting on a frightened...cow horse?

It was trembling, and as the beast that chose the king, it could see more. Several different powers gathered in the body of this silver-haired girl with pointed ears, enough to create or destroy the world.

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PS

The offensive magic in this chapter should be described as "contemporary mainstream offensive magic", but this is too distracting, so I have to add it here.

Chapter 3 Sending Horses

The girl in the black cloak gently stroked her mount and whispered:

"Don't worry, Torret. We've finally found him. This person will surely pursue the Elden Ring, even if doing so would violate the Golden Rule..."

She dismounted and looked like she belonged to a friendly unit, otherwise they would have attacked as soon as they met.

Fulilian took the initiative to greet him: "Hello, you mentioned the Elden Ring just now, what is that?"

"Fader, you even forgot this. Your amnesia must be very serious."

"It is."

It's not just when she changes games, even when she starts the next round of the same game or experiences a major battle, she will have some amnesia. But it doesn't matter, as long as her combat skills are not lost.

Thousands of trials and tribulations have come together to arm the elven magician with every bit of his past experience, so he is not afraid of any challenge from a powerful enemy.

"That's a long story. Before that, I want to make a deal with you. How about I replace your dead finger witch and help you strengthen yourself with runes?"

"Fire Keeper? Of course."

"We will go together to the golden tree, and I will explain all this to you..."

Next, Fulilian learned that the girl's name was Melina, and her background was a mystery. She refused to answer, presumably referring to some currently unavailable side quest. But she didn't elaborate. As the first normal person she'd encountered in the Ring of Magic, she had to help her partner resolve any problems.

What's important is the information about the world. Combining it with the opening animation, she finally understood the concepts of borderland, demigod, and golden law.

What a mess.

Compared with the invasion of demons in reality, it is even worse. These fragment kings are actually warlords. They fight each other and cause great suffering to the people. There is almost no place for peace.

Perhaps in time, the demons will make their hometown as chaotic as the border area.

Of course, all of this is better than the world of "Dark Souls". She doesn't want to play that game world again. After collecting them all, it will be perfect. Living with the doomsday all day will make her become negative.

The new game is pretty good so far.

Then they exchanged names and officially became partners, destined to stay together forever in this vast world.

"That being said, Lady Fulilian, do you think the borderland can be saved?"

"In my opinion, it's just that the Golden Dynasty has weakened, its influence a bit too much, but it's not going to destroy the world yet, so there's still hope for the border region. Even if we don't find answers in the Golden Law, new civilizations will emerge somewhere. Just like there was the Ancient Dragon Age before, there will be other ages after."

"Don't you long for the Elden Ring and becoming king?"

"How could that be? That's my goal, since you've all emphasized it repeatedly. Besides, no matter which era we enter, we must firmly grasp the initiative and master the Dharma Circle."

In reality, Fulilian would not be so active, after all, the elves are a very relaxed race.

Games are another matter.

If you don't set a goal for yourself, won't you just be wandering around like a headless chicken? It's better to follow the guidance.

Although she was not interested in the short-lived human dynasties, it seemed that immortality was easier in this world, and the Golden Dynasty had lasted for thousands of years, which was worthy of the elven race's concept of time. She might as well give it a try to become king.

As an Ashman and a Hunter, I was completely at the bottom of the society. Now I have the opportunity to rule a prosperous world, which I cannot miss.

Even if the game most likely doesn't have an epilogue, it might end the moment you ascend the throne.

Melina's eyes lit up. "That's good. It seems that Lady Fulilian is a faded person with a strong will. You have a talent that even spirit horses value, so I should hand it over to the master."

She handed over a ring.

Can I actually ride a horse? This is more playable than before. It seems my gaming magic is evolving.

"Thank you. Please give me more advice in the future, Torret."

"Shut up!"

There was indeed some fear in his heart about Fulilian's inner power, but it did not affect the spirit horse's loyalty. It was better to say that it would be impossible to find such an outstanding fader again.

"By the way, what does it mean to be recognized by Torret?"

"The previous owner of this spirit horse was no ordinary person, and it possesses the vision to select a king, which means it is qualified to be one of the top faded ones. This power is indispensable if you want to reach the foot of the golden tree, so I will make a pact with you."

"Then if I succeed, I'll be your Promised King."

"Lady Fulilian, deciding who will be king is a serious matter. It concerns the lives of the people in the border areas. Please consider it carefully. You will understand the profound meaning of the God-King co-rule system in the future."

Of course, the bigger the secret, the more you have to dig it out yourself, just like an adventurer exploring every corner of a maze.

The silver-haired girl nodded.

"Please follow me. It's time to leave the Chapel of the Princes. Go in that direction."

"Good name."

Only now did Fulilian know where she was. It sounded really good. No wonder both humans and demons liked pretentious names.

"Then please begin your journey to become the King of Elden. I will be with you, Faded One."

Melina disappeared as soon as she finished speaking. At the same time, she felt a strange and gentle soul merge into her body. With Fulilian's eyesight, she could naturally see that the other party was a spirit, so now it was merged into her?

The silver-haired girl couldn't help but pat her flat chest, as if there was some kind of soul fluctuation that made her feel both rejection and shyness.

"It's a pity that you can't materialize and follow me all the time, but it doesn't matter. I'll definitely find a way in the future."

"You just need to become the king, there is no need to have too many ties with me."

"Ah."

Let’s just agree to this for now.

Compared to previous games, Elden Ring has higher expectations for players. The goal is to become king, rather than to capture people, kill monsters, or be a ninja. This is indeed something that should be taken seriously.

We cannot just use fighting and killing to measure the border area, the way of being a king is very important.

As an elf, even if living in a closed village, I have heard of several dynasties rising and falling, all of which were created by short-lived humans. What will happen to the immortal species?

Perhaps the story of the borderland will inspire her to look at reality from another perspective.

Fulilian did not have the stereotype of "being obsessed with games and losing one's ambition". After all, magical experience could be gained anywhere, and she benefited a lot from it. What's more, the game she was in was almost the same as the experience in the real world, such as outside the Chapel of the King.

Advice: There is a magnificent view ahead.

The sun was shining brightly, and a lush green land with birds singing and flowers blooming came into view. At the same time, the words "Nimgefu" appeared above the field of vision.

This vibrant scene made Fulilian feel a little unfamiliar. It was not as dilapidated as in other games. As the starting point of the novice village, the scenery was indeed pleasant.

Even elves who are not satisfied with the harsh natural conditions of their living environment will sincerely admire it.

As she was observing, she felt a gaze from a man wearing a white mask.

Chapter 4 Tree Guard: You read my instructions, right?

"It's the Faded One, the one who longs for the Ring of Elden."

The white mask took the initiative to say hello, and out of courtesy, Fulilian responded calmly, but unexpectedly the other party changed the subject.

"What a pity. Without the witch by his side, he can't gain the power of runes, let alone go to the Hall of the Round Table... In the end, he can only die in obscurity."

Did I provoke you?

The silver-haired girl was unhappy but soon didn't care. She was just a character with no strong magical reaction. Besides, this level of provocation was nothing to the elves. As for the few words of recruitment that followed, she didn't care.

First humiliating and belittling someone and then extending an olive branch is a bit of a rhetoric trick, but one should be more concerned about the other:

A pair of eyes locked onto him from a distance.

He was a tall soldier in golden armor, wielding a long-handled weapon and a large shield. He felt a sense of heaviness, both sharp and sturdy. He rode a warhorse, also covered in armor, its muscular lines a testament to its agility and speed.

The dominance of the cavalry reached its peak in him, and his observation ability allowed him to keep an eye on people with high magic reaction like Frillian from a distance.

Very strong.

He made a judgment: he was at least a top knight, and even had the combat power of a hero.

"One who has been ordered by the Blessed King to extinguish all the flames of ambition."

Upon hearing this, Fulilian knew that this battle was inevitable. If she met friendly and neutral units, then it would be the enemy's turn. Otherwise, she would not be used to such an easy battle.

"Wait a moment." Melina's slightly anxious voice came from my ears: "That's the tree guard. Even in the royal city of Rodel, he is considered a master. You are definitely no match for him. It's best to stay hidden."

"It's okay, leave it to me."

She jumped down from the hillside and landed steadily on the ground. Her feet were as strong as tree stumps and were no less than a warrior's. She had trained all the attributes of her profession and had no shortcomings.

Sure enough, a blood bar appeared in the field of vision, and a line of words appeared along with passionate music: Tree Guardian.

"You will realize how foolish you are, you foolish fader."

In the eyes of the golden-armored knight, the fragile mage infantrymen were courting death by doing this. Anyway, today's work would be easy. With this thought in mind, he kicked his mount to signal a charge, and instantly, a gust of wind whistled, like a battering ram piercing forward.

The target remains motionless.

Then he had his own golden halberd ready, sweeping across with its sharp edge, aiming accurately at the enemy, but unexpectedly the silver-haired girl dodged it with a light jump.

Coincidence? The next move follows, switching to a downward smash to match the horse's charge speed.

Fulilian jumped again to avoid it.

When facing an enemy she meets for the first time, she usually does not attack first, but looks for attack patterns, with stability being the first priority. Now the Tree Guard is just the right place to show the borderland's fighting style.

"Faded One, are you trying to humiliate me? You are dead."

Pyroxene magic gravel.

A tentative strike was blocked by the shield, and then a powerful swing rebounded, about to strike Fulilian. In an instant, she jumped away, using her old trick. The magical attack that passed by her lifted her clothes and her long hair.

It did not affect her ability to regroup and launch unstoppable attacks from blind spots.

The elf magician acted relaxed from beginning to end and even handled this unexpected situation well.

On the contrary, the tree guards became a little nervous after their confident plot failed, and the battle rhythm was completely controlled by the enemy.

The newcomer Faded One gave him the feeling of not being simply powerful, but rather possessing combat skills that had been honed to perfection, which was reflected in all aspects: strength, agility, speed, and insight were all impeccable.