Frillian in the Elden Ring

Chapter 54 Fulilian vs. Samir Ancient Hero

The group crossed the north-south center line of the Weeping Peninsula.

The terrain behind the Lingmiao Plain suddenly opens up and drops sharply. In the distance, it appears as a lowland plain, with fertile fields stretching for thousands of miles and lush greenery.

"gorgeous."

Looking into the distance, Fulilian was filled with admiration, not for the majestic sight, as she had seen too many of them, but for the scene of all things sprouting and the warm breath of life blowing in her face.

There are too many desolate scenes in this world that make people uncomfortable, and normal nature is rare.

Their group added to the lively atmosphere, as people from small settlements around them heard the news and came one after another, as well as some people from the recovered areas in the south came north to pay homage to the new ruler.

It seems that the southern line of the Sobbing Peninsula is going smoothly.

With the skills of the Black Blade Assassin and the Farran Undead Squad, they can quickly capture the monster stronghold and bring back the loot.

In comparison, the route of the mission he was responsible for was longer, and most of his time was spent in the vast border area.

Fulilian turned around and asked, "There seems to be traces of magic on the plain ahead. What was it used for in the past?"

"I heard that people from the Magic Academy have stationed a garrison there and are holding someone captive. Judging from the distance, it's indeed not far from the Sealed Prison." A villager replied.

"Who's being held?"

"I don't know, but there are toxic ponds there."

The silver-haired girl frowned at the words. Why is it another poisonous swamp? It was a headache to hear, but it also proved that there must be a high-value target, otherwise the magic academy would not bother to pay attention.

"...and some remains of water conservancy facilities?"

"Yes, a long, long time ago, a vast expanse of farmland was established on the plains of the Weeping Peninsula, rich in produce. It's unknown which civilization founded it, but it was probably spontaneous, right?"

The production potential of the South is unexpected, at least better than the rumored decline.

It has to be admitted that, as the local nobles said, the Shattering War has limited impact on remote areas. As long as the wandering demihumans, dead-borns, crazy zombies, etc. are dealt with, it will be enough to restore production.

After a while, they finally reached a high ground. There were several magic circles around them, and it turned out to be a prison.

Arrived.

A civilian warned: "Lady Fulilian, be careful. This guy often emits pressure and drives everyone away even through the seal."

"Yes, there's always chaos and monsters running around everywhere."

They'd clearly been tormented over the years, though, of course, it was better than being devoured alive by the Yamane. It was clear the sealed ones were unwilling to give up, never slacking off in their training, still dreaming of the day when they could show off their prowess.

The strong ones who are not washed away by time should be dealt with with caution, as they are all people with strong wills and have been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations.

Of course, Fulilian also did not forget to observe the players' comments:

[I like this action module, it's pretty cool, and it's fun to play. The combat is awesome.]

【Be careful of remote freezing】

[The movement speed is not high but it will chase. If a combo hits, you may be pushed up. So angry, I was beaten by the boss.]

[Pay attention and dodge with a side roll, but don't get too far away]

[It feels better than the ones designed by Samir on the snowy mountains. It should be a BOSS configuration. No wonder it is called an ancient hero of the giant war. It's a pity that the stats are too low.]

[Drop the Radagan Brand after defeating it]

That's useless.

In addition, it also includes some replays of death scenes, because they, Fulilian, basically reversed the attack path to the other side. The action was not fast but steady, which was somewhat challenging.

Then she took out a stone sword key, which she had hardly ever collected specifically, as it was offered to her by a noble.

Facts have proved that having power means convenience, and you don’t have to do some tedious collection work yourself.

After activating and entering the seal, the field of vision suddenly changes.

Fulilian immediately locked onto a pale figure with shawl hair, sitting cross-legged with her back to her. She was tall and slender, with a sense of power and beauty, and her lines were like sculptures. Then she stood up, holding a curved sword.

The simple action was filled with a sense of oppression. A cold wind suddenly blew through the prison, mixed with the roars of the ancient battlefield, as powerful as thunder.

click!

The sharp sword slashed across the ground, leaving a trail of sparks and then pointed at the silver-haired girl.

"...I heard that if the sealed ones don't fall and die, and the prison needs to be freed, someone must be sent to execute them. Could it be that you are the executioner of the Golden Dynasty?"

"As an executioner, you are very powerful, yet you stoop to this level?"

Although the ancient hero Samir had imagined several endings over the years, he had never expected that her life would be ended by a powerful man. Well, it was a perfect ending to a long journey.

However, Fulilian shook her head. Now it was the turn of the sealed one to be confused. No hostility?

"In a sense, I am an enemy of the Golden Dynasty, so I am looking for like-minded people. I heard that you can be an ally."

"Make a price."

"Work for me for a hundred years and I'll let you out."

"That's a generous price, but I'm wrong. I want you to show great strength, otherwise you'll end up in another prison."

After saying this, the ancient hero Samir grinned, emitting a surging pressure from his body.

The opponent wasn't to be outdone, and an even greater force was spreading across the prison seal. In a sense, the seal had been broken, and she could have easily escaped. But she wouldn't. Instead, she was filled with curiosity.

When did such a powerful person appear in the world? No need to ask, no nonsense, just feel everything with your sword.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, the greatsword swept across with great force and power, rushing at full speed. In contrast, Fulilian easily dodged it and stabbed with the magic sword at a very tricky angle.

It is the armor on the chest, the time when the old strength has faded and the new strength has not yet been born.

Suddenly, the front end of the magic power froze—

She raised her brows and dodged to create some distance. As the ancient hero Samir continued to release his power, an ice storm blew around him, and even the magic power took on a freezing attribute to protect its master.

Players didn't mention it, so it's unique content? Great, that makes it worth recruiting.

"...You seem to be a faded one? You'll be more ostracized than ordinary people, and you'll need even greater strength. Let me see."

The enthusiastic hero opens his arms to embrace the frosty sky, and the snowflakes protect his body.

Ice storm!

The boiling blood stimulated the coldest power, and a bitter winter wind blew across the warm Weeping Peninsula. No longer restricted by the prison, the magical resonance of both sides easily surpassed the seal and was released wantonly. This was an invitation.

"Since you're looking forward to it, that's perfect. I also want to test the power of my new staff. Just hold on."

Fulilian raised the Demi-Human Queen's Staff.

Unlike before when there was always a slight barrier to the magic of this world, now it is unimpeded, and she wants to choose pyroxene magic and use local power to decide the outcome.

Just as Samir, the ancient hero, was on guard against the front, she suddenly felt something was wrong. Why didn't this mage attack? She looked up suddenly by instinct and saw stars twinkling above the ice storm.

The unconcealable power made its presence felt, catching people off guard.

Now they had to shorten the distance to the caster, but Fulilian chanted too fast and the pyroxene light had already fallen.

Chapter 55: The Ruins of the Sealed Witch

Attack head on!

Faced with the pyroxene-covered Samir, the ancient hero swung his curved sword to form an impenetrable wall, and actually intercepted them one by one.

You have to know that the demi-human leader was bombarded without any resistance before, but she used her amazing swordsmanship to deflect the magic pyroxenes one by one, and even shortened the distance.

Suddenly she ducked down to avoid the fire and swept down a patch of ice.

Fulilian took a step back and easily dodged it.

At the same time, the staff in his hand switched to another kind of magic, and the arc passed through the ice and pointed directly at the target.

Can't stop!

The battle-hardened instinct saved the ancient hero Samir. This time he did not choose to fight head-on but rolled sideways. The sharp blade flew past his ear and plowed a ditch on the ground.

It is completely different from ordinary pyroxene magic. The user's power overturns the upper limit of magic damage.

And he hadn't dodged it completely, only to see a cut on his side armor. How many years had passed? He'd even damaged his armor and sustained injuries? What was the origin of this unfamiliar, faded individual?

However, the ancient hero Samir rushed forward again without hesitation.

clang!

The long sword was unexpectedly blocked by a samurai sword, and the recoil force almost made it fall out of her hand. Seeing this, she laughed uncontrollably and said, "Great!"

The two men, who were fighting fiercely, began to engage in close combat at medium distance. Each of them had long-range means, either ice or pyroxene. The back and forth released brilliant light, dazzling and accompanied by rumbling explosions.

The sealed prison finally broke under the heavy burden.

The aftermath of their impact finally erupted, like a pressure cooker leaking and washing the earth.

Ordinary people who were watching the battle cautiously were thrown to the ground. The force was terrifying.

Fortunately, the situation is clear:

It is obvious that the ancient hero Samir's movements are slowing down rapidly. He has not yet adapted to the level of magic in the border area after many years. It is equivalent to a rehabilitation exercise to fight against a strong enemy, and he is gradually stretched to the limit.

As for Fulilian, she was happy to be a sparring partner. She was the only one who could control the rhythm of the battle when facing the ancient heroes, avoiding accidental injuries herself while guiding the aftermath of the battle without any mistakes.

Suddenly, the tall warrior with pale long hair drew a circle on the spot and stirred up a storm, which gradually resonated with the environment and caused wind and snow.

"What a bleak era." She looked around. "Can you change this?"

"of course."

"Then let me see how powerful the future king is."

The ancient hero Samir held the sword in both hands to protect himself from the cold air. His body, which had been bathed in wind and snow, was not afraid at all and even turned it into a weapon. Some low-level magic could not hurt his body at all, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a sharp sword.

I'm very happy and relieved. I thought I would die in prison and rot, but now I can let go and fight. It's really a blessing in life.

The hero is deeply moved by the invitation of this majestic faded being, but must test himself:

Can I still charge into battle?

In fact, the real test is for those who have not tasted battle for many years, so they must give their all to the future coach. If they can't hold on, they don't deserve to join the journey.

A conscious ice storm creates a frosty sky, snow-covered highlands, and a bone-chilling cold.

Then the ancient hero Samir moved, and the greatsword gathered power like a spear, and the crazy whistling force condensed into one, and the terrifying force of absolute freezing smashed towards the silver-haired girl.

Don't even think about dodging this combat technique that combines both mass and bulk—

Crystal scattering!

Fulilian used the magic she had just acquired to weaken the ice from the edges with hundreds of magic crystals. Although it cut out a long snake-like attack route, it fell apart from the outside under the exquisite magic.

She was able to use a little force to achieve a great effect. She could keenly detect the weak points in the ice and use her super-high firing speed to destroy the target and counter its moves.

The crystal block magic from the Dark Souls world is no longer needed, as a compatible version for this world has been found.

The wrestling was faster than expected. A moment later, the ancient hero Samir stumbled and knelt on the ground with his sword in one hand. He raised his head and found that the frosty sword energy had completely disappeared. At the end stood a silver-haired girl who slowly put away her staff.

There was a huge gap between the two, but their passion had already resonated and they understood each other.

"Your soul is special... like a flame."

“Not many people have this kind of vision.”

A few simple rounds of fighting made Fulilian realize that there was indeed strength behind the reputation. The reputation of the border area was quite valuable. This person could be of great use and was considered the strongest in the Weeping Peninsula.

"The giant race once worshipped the evil god of fire, and Goddess Malika punished the entire race for this. What do you think made her so nervous?"

"Golden tree?"

"It's said that the Giant's Flame can burn the Golden Tree. Of course, there's also the Black Flame that carries death, the Serpent's Fire that represents curses, not to mention the Mad Flame. Fire is not a good thing here."

"Tools depend on people. You haven't met someone strong enough to wield them."

"I know you have complete control over it, so I want to see the day you ascend to the royal city of Rodel."

The tall, pale warrior held his sword horizontally, leaning slightly forward, and spoke in front of everyone:

"Since I come from a devastated hometown, please call me Samir. I will accompany you to achieve great things."

"My name is Fulilian, and my target is the Elden Ring."