Frillian in the Elden Ring

Putting her thoughts aside, she stepped into the ring.

After two shots of healing magic, the breathless Wayne and Lehman finally recovered their spirits and became full of energy.

They actually didn't suffer serious injuries, mainly due to the lack of magic power and the paralysis effect. Now that they have recovered, they are in perfect condition, but they are still scared.

"I thought the city walls were going to collapse."

Wayne sighed.

"With my current strength, I'm not good enough to destroy a fortress-level wall. It will take a lot of effort."

Volame rested his chin on his hand and muttered, "But the demons, our main target, don't like to fight in a defensive battle, so offensive capabilities shouldn't be that important, unless we have an imaginary enemy, the Labyrinth Kingdom."

Fulilian agreed, "Destroying the city walls is a very useful deterrent. I'm also researching this. It's a profound subject."

The expression on her face was as if she were ruminating on a difficult target.

Is there a wall that the president cannot conquer with his strength? How high would that wall be?

"In fact, Master told me to find an opportunity to test you, Volame."

Lehman laughed and said, "Perhaps as a teacher, he's just trying to compare himself to others, wanting to see who's better, his own apprentice or Lady Fulilian's."

"Then you should have the answer. Fulilian's teaching is stronger."

The red-haired girl put her hands on her hips triumphantly.

Everyone smiled knowingly.

Only at this time does she seem to be in line with her age, with the strong competitive spirit that is unique to children. Of course, this is also the driving force for her to constantly break through her limits.

"Everyone, let's set off after a day of rest."

As Fulilian adjusted the entire association branch to make final preparations.

According to the original plan: the association's visitors and some lobbying nobles took the main road, under the banner of exploring the maze, to discuss the excavation work, so their team would attract attention.

The other team is led by Fulilian. Their goal is to explore the royal palace and the maze. They need to arrive there first, and during the process they have to cross mountains and rivers, pass through forests and even fight monsters.

Depending on the situation, the two teams will reunite and conduct a public visit together, and only then will the mission be considered complete.

The entire journey would take more than half a month one way, and that was assuming all four of them had extraordinary physical strength.

Whatever.

Technically speaking, Fulilian had never traveled far in real life, and she only had a vague understanding of the world outside the elf village. It would be nice to go out and see it. Her magical knowledge wouldn't improve if she kept wandering around in the same place, so she might as well try to change things up.

Besides, the apprentice also needs to gain some experience. It would be a great loss if sticking to the old ways affected her growth.

It was early that morning and the sky had not yet risen.

As usual, the silver-haired girl sat on the bed in the association's guest room and read, with Volame sleeping soundly next to her.

The quiet night is the time to comprehend magic.

I probably won't have that much time to spare when I'm on the road. The journey is difficult and dangerous, and no one can predict how many dangers there are in a country full of mazes. So, Fulilian decided to remain vigilant...

There was a pop.

The red-haired girl who was sleeping in an awkward posture finally rolled off the bed and screamed in pain.

She looked around sleepily and saw a silver-haired girl reading in the dark. Although it was not a problem for a magician's eyesight, it was still strange that she was very diligent.

"I heard from Sister Adele that Master hasn't slept for a long time?"

"What a loudmouthed drunkard you are. But it's okay for you to know. Yes, at most I usually meditate and take a break."

"Come to think of it, I'm a little nervous about going somewhere so far for the first time. What do you think, Master?"

"I don't see you're nervous."

After a few words of complaint, Fulilian replied seriously, "The excavation of the Tomb of the Broken King has been unsuccessful for many years. It is definitely fraught with danger. I heard that many monsters have appeared just outside the maze, but there is also no shortage of treasures. It is like a gold mine, attracting attention from all sides. The situation will be very complicated, but our goal is to conquer the maze."

She didn't care about palace intrigues or anything like that.

The intrigues with those guys at the border are troublesome enough, so don't think too much about it in reality, the association is investigating anyway.

after a while.

The master and apprentice, having completed their preparations, arrived at the entrance of the association, ready to go.

Fulilian was wearing a light white travel outfit and holding a magic book in her hand, which was a record of the goddess' magic. Now she was learning the knowledge of the priest hoping to find new inspiration. She could act as a priest on this trip, so she had to take action less to avoid alerting the enemy.

As for Volame, he is a standard mage leader, and of course he has also made a light cut to further highlight his tall and slender figure, giving people a sense of unparalleled elegance.

Next to arrive was Lehman, dressed in black with a slim-fitting chain mail, giving him a more stalker-like aura.

What was left was Wayne putting on full armor for the first time in a long time.

They had each prepared their own supplies and were about to embark on a lightly packed journey to the central continent. Although this was their first collaboration, their individual strengths more than made up for any lack of coordination, and their composition was also complete.

Shepherd, law, assassin, and warrior are all included.

"Hey, now it feels like we're part of an adventurer group!"

Volame pumped his fist excitedly, "We are going to create great achievements."

"Don't make a fuss, hurry up and leave, the sooner you go, the sooner you'll be back."

Having said that, Fulilian smiled. It was indeed a rare team expedition.

The four of them walked towards the rising sun.

181

Chapter 181 Atrocities.

Magic City, Association Headquarters.

Magicians kept coming and going in the hall, walking in a hurry and with fast steps, always carrying various letters in their hands.

The renewed activity on the northern demon front inevitably affected the headquarters in the same large area, and many battle reports were delivered at the same time. Now they were assuming a military role and were also continuously dispatching combat forces.

"The mountain kingdom on the front line lost a fortress and was forced to retreat further."

"Why can't we push the Northeast? Don't you have a lot of people?"

"Even a great magician shouldn't go into battle alone easily. The demon sages have been very active lately. Don't let them catch us..."

"Ask for help from the central region. The northern countries alone cannot hold this place. This offensive is very fierce."

"But they have too deep a prejudice against magic."

Everyone was discussing the plan, and even military officers were present. After all, the Magic City was one of the few stable places in the northern battlefield. It could provide temporary rest and shelter, all relying on the protection of the God-age magicians.

Inner Temple.

The turmoil in the outside world is just a passing cloud to Celie, and it is just a matter of one thing taking its turn.

Ever since I founded the Magic Association and actively expanded it, I've finally had some free time. I haven't been interested in it for a while. The current level of war is too low to be worth my attention.

So she returned to her flower-growing work in her daily life.

The elf woman holding a kettle paced back and forth among the flowers, stepping on the path barefoot, her long white gown carrying a hint of floral fragrance.

"Master, Lady Fulilian's team has set off."

An apprentice reported that he thought he would see a happy face, but he saw Celie still admiring the flowers with a gloomy face.

"Ah."

"Don't you care? I heard that the Tomb of the Broken King is very dangerous, and the king is not friendly."

"No matter what monsters exist in the maze or what conspiracies the royal family has, it doesn't matter. Since Fulilian has taken over, there will be no problem. Given her personality, she will not allow a source of anti-magic to continue to wreak havoc, even if it means taking radical measures."

"There's another thing. There was a battle between Lehman and Volame..."

When talking about this topic, Celie finally put down the kettle, listened carefully to what happened, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

New magic has appeared!

As expected, humans are always able to invent new things, especially those geniuses who are often extraordinary. Fulilian found a good seedling. She hit it right the first time, while she herself had not found many outstanding rough diamonds.

What a winning rate! This is too unreasonable.

While she was envious, she did agree that the new apprentice performed quite well, actually holding on under that kind of magic. It turned out that you were the weak one who was being trained.

Celia's heart was moved, but she said without mercy: "I had high hopes for Lehman. What a pity."

"His training is far from enough. How much room for improvement is left for him in his lifetime?"

Several magicians around couldn't help but nod their heads, looking ashamed. It was well known that this old elf, known as the ancestor of magic, took in disciples in order to discover more magic, hoping that everyone would find more paths, but the results were very limited.

pity.

"Master, do you want to go and take a look at the Elf Village? I heard that it's developing quite well. It should be home to most of the elves now, and it's even showing signs of developing into a town."

"I don't get along with those reclusive guys who never leave their houses...but do they also know that things have changed?"

Celie looked reminiscent.

"The collective changes of the elves are worth observing. I will go there later and meet Fulilian by the way."

Of course, I can't move easily at the moment. It's best to wait until this round of conflict stabilizes, such as letting the central government integrate opinions to support the front line, otherwise something might happen as soon as I leave.

Although she has never taken the initiative to protect anyone, she still feels responsible for the current situation.

"So what are you going to do next?"

"We need to lobby the remaining few non-committal nations in the north. We should take advantage of this opportunity to solidify the human front."

"I'm free anyway, so I'll go shopping if necessary."

"Great!"

Seeing her students' delight, Celie sighed. She had to admit that Fulilian had influenced her. She should teach by example and change her surroundings with a positive mindset. She wondered what kind of magic she'd used to make even the conservative elves evolve.

Choosing the most difficult object to change requires extraordinary willpower, determination and skill.

So Celie also decided to change.

Since a younger elf is actively promoting magic, why not give it a try? Maybe I can find some inspiration that I don’t usually notice. Why not?

……

In the palace of the Labyrinth Kingdom, the royal meeting once again discussed the old topic: the Tomb of the Scattered King.

The Chief Minister said leisurely, "Your Majesty, we cannot let this maze fall into the hands of the Association. They must have ill intentions. Moreover, monsters are already spreading outside. How can we not prevent further disasters?"

"Those magicians are too dangerous, and since they are not under the control of the court, they will definitely become a stumbling block to the rule of the kingdom. We must be vigilant."

Ande V, who was sitting on the seat, pondered for a moment and nodded.

In reality, the conservative nobles had always been wary of magical associations that operated outside the system, regarding uncontrolled military forces as treason. It would have been fine if it were just a single organization, but the nation's magicians were drawn to it.

They did not accept the invitation of the royal army, but instead joined the association.

Outrageous!

Who do these magicians really identify with over time? How much control does the kingdom still have? It's completely lawless.

The king said firmly, "Let's just use the matter of the Broken King's Tomb as an example and let them explore. It would be best if they die. Even if they don't, we can find a reason to detain these people. We must make the association bleed heavily and give this ignorant organization a good beating."

"The royal family must demonstrate its unwavering majesty and cannot allow a group of charades to steal the show."

However, some people objected: "Isn't it too radical?"

The Chief Minister refuted this, saying, "Hasn't Your Majesty already decided to temporarily open the royal tomb? But accidents are inevitable, like landslides that could trap someone and make things difficult."

In short, a lesson must be taught.

It will be easier to clean up only if the association is humiliated and defeated.

The others had no choice but to put aside their objections, and finally the royal meeting reached a decision to use the king's tomb to create an accident to teach the association a lesson, to strike a blow against the other party's arrogance, and to redefine the affiliation of magicians.

"If necessary, the military can be used."

Suddenly the king gave a grim order, "This is the last resort."

"Do you mean the defensive monsters or the messengers?"

"All."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, feeling a chill down their spines. Why did His Majesty suddenly become so powerful?

But orders are orders, and as long as the association gives in, everything will be fine.