Frillian in the Elden Ring

In particular, even the Labyrinth Kingdom spared no effort to promote its beauty, causing other countries to carefully reconsider their attitude towards communicating with it.

Don’t talk about anything else.

At least the two leaders, Celia and Flillian, are trustworthy. As elves, they never pursue worldly power, and their style of doing things is pure. They devote themselves to the cause of magic without forgetting their original intentions, and are too lazy to get involved in court struggles.

So on the surface the association "controls" a large number of powerful magicians but in reality it extends from individuals.

This control does not come from institutional or disciplinary sources, but is based on the knowledge and grace of Celia and Frelian. Moreover, the two never ask their disciples to fulfill any obligations... In any case, it is not a threatening military force, and the leaders are highly respected.

If they had no power, they would be like the so-called noble ministers, but they happened to be unparalleled in military power, so they became the preferred partners and backers.

In fact, choice is more important than effort.

If the Labyrinth Kingdom had not won over Fulilian in time, it would have been gone by now.

The powerful began to frequently contact the association, hoping to cooperate with it. The more they saw each other, the more they liked each other and they hit it off immediately.

As you can imagine, the headquarters is busy again.

"Flillian, you really know how to cause trouble for me. It's just an interview, but you turned it into a big incident."

Listening to various reports in the hall, Celie looked tired, but the corners of her mouth curled up. After all, it was rare for it to be lively here, and the boring loneliness was even more annoying, so it was better to have some fun.

Yeah.

Her goal is to spread magic and train disciples. Now the advertising effect of this event is too strong. Visitors are coming in an endless stream, and fresh blood is constantly injected, which is very beneficial to her.

Celia had no choice but to take responsibility and join the busy ranks.

She put her plan to go to the New Elf Town on hold for the time being. She wasn't interested in the pedantry and conservatism of her kind anyway. Apart from Fulilian, there was nothing worth seeing. In comparison, the reports on the Labyrinth Kingdom were more interesting.

"The Water Mirror Demon has been annihilated? Another antique from the mythical era has been lost, or have you made some arrangements, Fulilian?"

The intelligence is inconsistent. According to Lehman's secret letter, this thing is being used as research material.

"Neither of us is the type to be content."

Its purpose is not difficult to guess. It can be used as a watchdog, and it is indeed an outstanding guardian.

Really caring.

What she most couldn't understand about Fulilian was that she was full of enthusiasm, positivity and hope for her compatriots. She was committed to building them even though she knew they were a group of the most stubborn guys. She was more social than some humans and had infected some elves with her.

Celia once tried to promote magic among her own people first. No matter how you look at it, it seemed to be the most cost-effective approach, but unfortunately the two sides just couldn't get along.

However, a younger generation has been making progress day by day, managing the town for a hundred years, working even more tirelessly than himself, and gradually the Elf Town has produced more and more magicians and warriors.

Admittedly, there was indirect impetus from the demon attack, but the foreshadowing was indispensable.

"Maybe you've changed."

That being said, she didn't have time to wander around the northern fringes. It wouldn't be too late to wait for Fulilian to build for a while. Now, Celie had a premonition that the elves would actively participate in the historical trend...

The Labyrinth Kingdom at the center of the incident continued to be built in full swing after the team said goodbye, and they actually did not suffer any serious losses.

It was good enough to be able to save the people under such circumstances, not to mention the huge gold mine of the Tomb of the Lonely King to be mined.

The various gold, silver and jewelry profits it brings are countless.

Lost face.

Win inside.

Everyone believed that the new queen's diligent efforts would be enough to quickly restore the country, not to mention the prosperity of a series of derivative industries such as smelting, carpentry, and trade brought about by maze exploration, making it difficult to become poor.

If the demons were smart enough, they should have completely destroyed the tomb of the Broken King, but that's impossible.

Furthermore, as the only branch of the Magic Association in the central region, it naturally attracts magical talents from all over the world. These elites will bring considerable future benefits to the Labyrinth Kingdom.

"Our country will join the Northern United Front and fully support the fight against the demons."

The Queen's decree made the situation clearer.

There is no waiting after the deadline. Only the first one to join can enjoy the greatest benefits from the exchange of interests and become the largest central country in the central part of the United Nations.

Win-win.

The Labyrinth Kingdom can both channel its fighting spirit against the demons and consolidate its own resources, while also stimulating military development. After all, years of conquering labyrinths already provide a solid foundation. Without destruction, there is no construction; after destruction, there is construction. A clear path to rise is paved.

The united Labyrinth Kingdom inspired the countries of the Central Continent, adding fuel to the human resistance.

……

Joint diplomatic mission convoy.

The long journey was coming to an end. For Fulilian and her group, the midsummer night was warm, with fireflies flying and green trees shady.

Traveling north these days, even the seasons seem to change more quickly. Mountains are blanketed in crimson, maple leaves rustle, and ginkgo trees bend in the cool breeze as if to welcome visitors. Along the road, farmlands bustle with activity, wheat waves roll, and a unique fragrance emanates.

Inside the carriage, Volame, who was lying by the window, stretched out his hand and grabbed the dead leaves, which fell into his palm and turned into powder.

Just a little bit of magic power can be used to attack and achieve outstanding results.

"Master, I have almost digested the power of the blessing."

She took a deep breath. "My main feeling is in terms of physical fitness. Can I learn more warrior skills?"

"of course."

Upon hearing this, Fulilian closed her notebook and said, "As long as you are willing to learn, I can teach you anything, except those that are too dangerous."

"By the way, could it be that this miraculous power was given to me specifically by my master?"

"Don't think that way. It's not only wrong, but it will also cause you to waver in strength that isn't your own, dooming you to miss the chance to become the strongest. Remember, I can only help talents take root and sprout in advance; I can't fundamentally transform or improve them."

"For example, if you normally cultivate to the level of magic power you should have in 50 years, I will allow you to awaken it early and continue training based on the 50 years."

“Although it’s not an accurate description, let’s understand it this way.”

The case of the direct disciple made Fulilian understand that the blessing in reality was far less domineering than that in the borderland. The observation during this period made her realize that it was a good piece of uncut jade that was successfully carved.

Instead of turning decay into magic and creating a strong man with the fighting power comparable to that of a hero out of thin air.

Whatever.

It would be better to let Volame become stronger with his own strength. The so-called blessing is just a boarding process. It is neither forcing things to grow nor overdrawing potential. Ultimately, he still has to rely on himself.

The experiment made Fulilian realize that large-scale blessing and strengthening would not work.

At least for now, two Big Runes are not enough.

Of course, after experiencing her small amount of blessing, the elves, who already had hundreds or thousands of years of magical power, became much more active and began to transform their accumulation into power. It was a pity that the process took three to five years, and they were not as good as humans in terms of learning ability.

"In short, you can just follow the routine and train accordingly. This expedition has given you enough time to focus and carefully cultivate your basic skills."

"That's right, I want to practice both combat and martial arts like my master."

"I'm only teaching you combat techniques to give you experience in dealing with warriors. You shouldn't use it as a means to an end. What's motivating you to be so interested?"

Fulilian was puzzled.

I wouldn't object; after all, all forces ultimately converge, regardless of strength. The key point is that if Volame decides to choose an additional major, then my own training plan will need to be adjusted accordingly.

She considers herself a good teacher and is very concerned about her students, ensuring they receive one-on-one, absolutely elite education.

It's such a sense of accomplishment to refresh the ceiling of human strength in the hands of Fulilian. It seems that I understand the feelings of teachers Serlian and Bernal a little bit. It's really not bad.

"I've been so busy this month that I didn't tell you. Actually, it's very difficult for us to defeat the Water Mirror Demon..."

Volame explained.

The entire battle was described in detail.

This includes, but is not limited to, the clone's masterful rebounding force field, unrivaled swordsmanship, exceptional reflexes, the ability to strike first and then strike first, and a resistance greater than even top fighters, nearly turning the tables at the last moment. This highlights the danger, the slightest mistake can lead to utter destruction.

Even today she still feels a little scared. Of course, if she tries again, she will definitely win. She has become stronger in just one month.

Fulilian listened with great interest and made a few comments:

"All you need is a shield. Use pyroxene to create a magic shield. Use the Soul Crystal Gun in your other hand. It can be used at long or medium range. If the opponent gets close, use the Night Mist. Use the Invisible Body to move away and continue to fight..."

"When facing gravity magic, you can't just dodge or withstand it. Pay attention and dodge it in mid-air. If it's a rock ball, you can move flexibly. If it's a star caller, stack the status and withstand it..."

"Don't easily fight elemental magic against a stronger opponent."

"If you can't fight, just run away."

She not only provided tactical support but also explained the technical improvements tailored to the situation and conducted a comprehensive review.

Volame was stunned when he heard this. Isn't this too insidious?

right?

Were all these disgusting tactics thought up by someone like Fulilian, who always used a small force to crush the enemy? They weren't domineering at all, and even gave people a sense of vulgarity.

"Are you thinking of something disrespectful?"

The red-haired girl, having been exposed, quickly waved her hands and said, "I just suddenly discovered another side of Master. It was quite unexpected."

"To be honest, I've used similar tactics before, and even discovered even more extreme ones."

The silver-haired girl said with fondness: "Because I was very weak back then, I was defeated by everyone I met, and I did everything I could just to survive."

"The strong have their own courage, the weak have their own wit; the important thing is to think."

"I tell you other solutions to broaden your thinking, but I don't encourage you. The hardest thing in the world is to be well-informed and still stay on the right path."

Fulilian gave the answer with great sincerity.

When she first awakened her gaming magic and entered the world of Dark Souls, even she was in a state of disarray, and she had to stumble and fall before she could finally make it. It was an impressive start to her adventure, a journey of struggle for survival.

Volame nodded.

"If I want to practice a different tactic, can I find the Water Mirror Demon?"

She glanced at the cloaked magician at the corner of the carriage, and to avoid unnecessary curiosity that might lead to troublesome questions, she simply told it to dress low-key and follow the team.

That being said, it doesn't know how to hide its magic.

In other words, a huge ball of magical reaction was clearly placed in front of everyone, full of oppression.

"can."

Fulilian agreed on behalf of the Water Mirror Demon, who also nodded silently. Now, its soul was derived from a replica of its original form, a fusion of both, and it would fully cooperate with any decision it made, even retaining some intelligence for independent judgment.

The ultimate technological product of soul magic is displayed on the White Elf.

"Master President, we are almost there."

After the coachman reminded them, the master and disciple lifted the door curtain. Sure enough, not far away was the familiar wall of the North Wind Fortress, and countless people and association staff lined the streets to welcome them.

They shouted Fulilian's name until the carriage arrived and the real person finally walked out.

Including Volame, Wayne and Lehman, the team gathered together and created great achievements safely from departure to return, which was well-known even to the edge of the northern front.

"Today is a happy day, so I have an announcement to make."

The silver-haired elf held up the notebook and said loudly:

"I brought flying magic and attack magic. They are no longer the exclusive privilege of the demons."

The association branch meeting venue.

Ever since Fulilian returned and announced some of the details of the magic, a large number of magicians have flocked to the classroom. They are so numerous that they fill not only the classroom but also the aisles. Since there are no classrooms to accommodate them, they simply choose to hold the class in an open-air venue.

Many people rushed there, still panting, exhausted but with hope on their faces, because the news was too big and shocking.

Their first reaction was disbelief, but since the publisher was Fulilian, they had no choice but to believe it.

morning.

Many magicians who traveled day and night just arrived when the scheduled time came. This was the "class starts in 3 days" slot that Fulilian specially reserved for everyone. Finally, they made it and did not miss this first time.

Everyone was watching the silver-haired girl slowly approaching.

She was wearing a simple mage's uniform, holding a notebook and a staff in her hands, with no other unnecessary teaching aids.

The only assistant teacher who could cooperate with him, Volame, brought a high stool and sat on it, picked up the chalk and faced the blackboard, ready to take notes at any time. He was already familiar with this kind of thing.

Sometimes the instructor will skip derivation steps for efficiency or style reasons, making the lecture much more difficult.

At this time, we need to rely on blackboard writing.

Fulilian glanced at the red-haired girl, who gave her a thumbs-up. After completing their preparations, the two of them had spent most of their time practicing magic. They knew the relevant principles and techniques thoroughly, so since they had thoroughly studied them, it wasn't difficult to teach others.

"Let's get started, Volame. You write the spell and I'll demonstrate it."

call!