Frillian in the Elden Ring

"...I don't know much about military matters, Aurora. What do you think of their training?"

"Lady Fulilian, these noble soldiers are indeed quite good in terms of training and organization. Their equipment is a bit inferior, but that can be solved by replacing them with a different type of supply. Their lack of basic attributes is more serious, meaning they are more defensive than offensive."

"How much effect can it have on siege warfare?"

"Attacking Morn City is barely possible, but attacking Stoneville is impossible. That kind of world-class fortress is more than enough to hold on to against a demigod, provided the defenders are strong enough, of course."

A tall and magnificent fortress can provide a lot of help to the defenders, such as the King of Blessing using the Royal City of Rodel to block the coalition of kings.

Many demigods in the past failed to conquer the heart of the Golden Dynasty.

The Black Blade Assassin added, "Stonewell City will certainly be difficult, but it shouldn't be as exaggerated as the Royal City. After all, there is a record of it being conquered by the First King and the Valkyrie. Of course, we don't have any Crucible Knights or Exalted Knights under our command."

"It's ok."

Fulilian looked at the Fran Undead Squad, who nodded silently.

No matter what kind of fortress it is, the Lord of Cinder will fulfill his promise and charge into battle, pouring his heart and soul into the new mission.

If the border area continues to be in despair, it will sooner or later become a hotbed of the power of the abyss, so the Undead Corps chose to support King Elden and bring a period of prosperity to this land.

"With you here, we won't have any problems finding strong men. Besides, we need a large number of basic troops, especially mountain goblins, who are the transporters."

"Has Oro ever seen a siege?"

"Yes, after escaping from Rodel, I was severely injured and had to recuperate in the surrounding area. As a result, the Shard War soon broke out, and I was fortunate to witness the massive battle between the demigods."

That magnificent scene is unforgettable. It is a super gamble that involves all the essence of the former border area.

The heaven and earth were eclipsed.

"We can only gather grassroots troops bit by bit."

"In fact, dragon feasting rituals are very common in areas formerly ruled by the Storm King. People use dragon flesh and blood to gain strength, especially for ordinary soldiers. You can collect resources in this area in the future."

Irena was secretly shocked when she heard the above conversation. So you are openly discussing overthrowing Greg's rule?

Not only that, the nobles in the eastern part of Nimgefu have already placed a heavy bet.

If she pretended not to hear, things might not go well, so she spoke carefully:

"The Weeping Peninsula is farthest from the war's outbreak, so it's less affected. It has great potential for manpower. There are some dragons that get along well with humans, and even some Dragon Eaters... If you can secure them, they'll definitely be a help."

Irena's statement was also a plea for mercy, for she was afraid that this powerful Faded One would sweep her away. After all, the other party had a tight monopoly on high-end combat power.

In other words, with half of Nimgfu and the grassroots forces of the Weeping Peninsula, they can really challenge the weakest demigod.

Fulilian remembered the advice, and sure enough, there were many ways to become stronger in the border area.

However, the Dragon Feast ceremony definitely has a corresponding price, and according to the usual Soul System style, it is likely that something was sacrificed.

She continued to observe the battle situation, and the situation became clearer and clearer. The noble soldiers were pursuing their target one-sidedly, and faced with such an offensive, the hybrids were defeated, with increasing casualties.

The critical point.

The next moment, the monsters began to beg for mercy, or knelt on the ground with their hands raised high, but humans had no intention of sparing these executioners and completely annihilated the morale-less enemies, leaving no one behind.

After a moment, the captain sheathed his sword and saluted Fulilian:

"My lord, I am fortunate to have lived up to my fate."

"Well done. The spoils will be consolidated and I'll just take priority. The rest is all yours."

The silver-haired girl distributed some runes on the spot. If there were none left, they could collect more. The key was motivation.

Establishing rules was necessary. Since she had more war preparations than she could use, rewarding her subordinates was the perfect thing to do. Sure enough, the soldiers' eyes lit up when they heard this promise, and their faces showed gratitude.

In most cases, the nobles will take all the spoils, and you can't even think about sharing.

This lord actually proposed a historic distribution of rewards, which was completely different in style. They followed the right person and will probably be prosperous and wealthy in the future.

Chapter 44: Discovering the Ecstasy (Please Read)

Seeing the soldiers looking so excited, Fulilian couldn't help but wonder, isn't it natural to distribute the spoils?

Right.

The people in the border area are all very old and dilapidated. The upper echelons do not pay much attention to rewarding ordinary soldiers. Who told you to be so cheap and durable? There is no need to spend time on it.

Rather than rewarding in the hope of a burst of combat effectiveness, it is better to keep the cost to a minimum.

It's understandable, but it's certainly tough on the exploited lower-level soldiers. However, Fulilian brought her real-world experience to the border region, believing that since they were fighting, they should be rewarded.

After tidying up, everyone continued on their way.

There is no time to clean up the battlefield, so leave it to the reinforcements. The top priority is to get to Moren City as soon as possible.

They cleared out any hybrids they could see along the way.

They advanced with overwhelming force, crushing any monster that tried to attack, regardless of their numbers, destroying them on sight. The total number was in the hundreds, and according to Irena, there were no more than a thousand rioting hybrids.

The troops came to the city.

As soon as they arrived in Fulilian, they smelled a fishy smell. The city gates were wide open, and a strong wind swept in, bringing with it flames and sounds of killing.

Moen City officially fell. Through the iron gates, countless hybrids emerged, slaughtering people frantically, devouring those who had already lost their life force. Then they turned their heads and looked at the visitors, never expecting anyone to dare come.

Very good, very good, there is no such thing as too much food. Thinking of this, they laughed to the sky and even dismembered the corpse to add to the fun, waving their broken limbs.

It was shocking. Even Irena, who was blind, hugged Fulilian tremblingly. The roaring voices were full of resentment, and they were the wails of the souls of the dead and injured humans.

“…Is my home gone?”

"It doesn't matter, we will take it back now - and annihilate the enemy!"

Fulilian raised her staff high, sweeping out a pyroxene arc spanning dozens of meters. Its force was unstoppable, instantly severing any hybrids it touched. The fan-shaped blue energy spread out, slicing through any obstacle.

The hybrids who were so arrogant just now were split into two halves before they could react, and were cut in half.

Pfft!

When their upper bodies fell to the ground, they were still confused and couldn't believe it. Then they screamed in pain and quickly died of exhaustion.

The cutting of the pyroxene arc continues, and it is so sharp that even traces of the city wall can be seen. It makes people wonder whether it is enough to cut off a large part of the city gate?

In fact, Fulilian attacked out of anger.

Even elves get angry sometimes. For example, the behavior of these hybrids is no less than that of the demons, and they are even more stupid and uncommunicative. They must be completely eliminated in order to capture the city of Moren.

She dismounted, holding Irena with one hand, and suppressed her with magical firepower with the other.

It would be better to say that they were eliminated one by one rather than suppressed, because the hybrids were no match for them at all. The curved arc was invincible and killed all the enemies within sight.

Even the dark places are not spared.

With her magic sense fully activated, Furlin covered the center of the city gate and would shoot with stones if she saw any enemy presence.

In just a few breaths, countless monsters were cut into pieces or blown to pieces, and blood rained down. This time, the battlefield was dotted with the corpses of hybrids, and there was no complete one in sight.

The noble soldiers who were ready to go looked at each other in confusion.

The three hundred people had just formed their battle formation and were ready to charge, but in the blink of an eye the enemy collapsed.

The Legion of Ashes followed the silver-haired girl's footsteps to search every nook and cranny, and they had entered the mopping-up phase.

At first, they didn't understand the name "Burying Demon Sword". They only knew that the area around Hyde Fortress was a scorched earth. Now they understand that Fulilian has the top battlefield dominance and is invincible.

Roar!

Suddenly, a hybrid with flapping wings jumped down from a high place, holding a big knife and aiming directly at Fulilian.

However, the next moment her staff suddenly grew into a huge magic sword, which was even higher than the city wall and pierced through the target directly in the air. To be precise, the target was annihilated without leaving any bones or residue.

The entire Moren City battlefield witnessed the astonishing magical pressure.

The battle-hardened magician displayed the depth of having experienced several worlds, which was an unfathomable magical reaction.

Pressure from all sides.

A gust of wind spread from the front.

The previously active hybrids were silent as a mouse, some even holding their heads in their hands and daring not to move. As lower creatures, they could only sense the absolute terror. This magic contained the souls of thousands of losers, and they couldn't help but be conquered.

Edgar, who had been resting on the tower at the edge of the castle, stood up hastily, sweat pouring down his face, his limbs trembling.

A true kingly demeanor! There's no mistaking it; it's a leader forged amidst the turmoil, his unwavering resolve woven into that unique magic.

And it was a stranger, definitely not Greg.

"Reinforcements?"

He breathed a sigh of relief. After fighting for so long, he finally saw the light of day. The guards beside him cheered and sounded flares in response, and both sides confirmed each other's positions.

"Lord City Lord, we are saved. We have protected Moren City."

"It's a pity that the Sword Skeleton Greatsword fell into the hands of the lion hybrid. Moreover, I have caused such a huge loss and have lost my reputation. If I am lucky enough to be alive, I must apologize." Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but bow their heads.

Everyone knows that it would have been better if Stonewell City had provided support earlier, or even sent troops to guard the bridge.

But the result was that the fortress was almost lost. They felt sorry for the city lord and hoped that the commander of the reinforcements would be wise and not punish him too harshly.

Edgrande said loudly, "The battle continues. Let's go and meet up with the reinforcements!"

With their morale high, they charged down from the tower. This time, instead of being trapped, they crushed the enemy in one fell swoop. The hybrids, caught in the pressure, were thrown into disarray and surrendered their heads one after another.

The shouts of killing from the heights echoed far away.

The 300-man team that broke through to the courtyard of Moren City observed their friendly forces through telescopes. Their side was more successful and advanced easily under the cover of top battlefield magic.

"Oh? Edgar is still alive? He's not easy to persuade." The captain did not hide his disappointment.

"I can create a heroic sacrifice so that other nobles can take over."

The Black Blade Assassin made a professional comment. As long as Fulilian gave the order, he could create an accident and save face for those nobles who valued inheritance law, and everyone would be happy.

The Undead Squad remained silent, wiping their greatswords while looking in the direction of the city lord, a master knight who had lost his homeland.

All villains?

Sensing something was amiss, Irena panicked and quickly explained, "I'll persuade my father. He'll realize that Lady Fulilian is more suitable for the throne. What do you think? Please give me some more time."

Everyone looked at the person in charge, but the silver-haired girl seemed to be communicating with an invisible person, a special spiritual witch.

Fulilian was focusing on something else.

Melina appeared and pointed to the coast at the end of the city wall.

"It's the breath of Mad Fire. It hasn't given up yet and is currently bonding with a large hybrid."

……

PS

Perhaps this picture is more suitable for the state of superimposed attributes of multiple accounts.

8

Chapter 45 Meeting with Lord Edgar

The coast of Morn City.

The massive lion hybrid howled in agony as its two eyeballs burned away, replaced by black and yellow flames that quickly spread throughout its body.

A voice seemed to echo in its mind: "Kill the person named Irena and create the Mad Fire Witch."

Yes, for the supreme cause, for the creation of new life for all things.

By the way, say hello to the candidate for the King of Mad Fire.

The lion hybrid prostrated himself on the ground, allowing the evil fire to take over his body. He gained power, a surge of boundless power, a joy he had never experienced before...

Inside the city.

Melina frowned when she felt that breath, then looked at Irena and Fulilian.

"It seems you've all been targeted by the Mad Fire. In the eyes of those lunatics, a Faded One so powerful they haven't seen in a thousand years is worth bewitching, and they need a witch to guide them."

"You are my only witch."

The silver-haired girl's firm words moved her heart, but it was not the time to be happy. Who knew what tricks Dianhuo had hidden?

At the same time, the remaining hybrids in the entire city of Moren suddenly stopped moving, howling with bared teeth. The loudest roar came from the coastline. The monsters resonated with each other and slid into madness.

This doesn’t look good. Could it be that they have set up a trap here long ago?