Frillian in the Elden Ring

Suddenly, a cloud of powder rose in front of her, even her magical perception was sluggish, and a large amount of smoke obscured the other party's figure, making it impossible to hear any sound...

As cautious as ever, Fulilian stopped immediately to avoid any hidden attacks.

Of course, she kept casting spells.

The pyroxene arc swept in all directions, killing several slow-moving soldiers, but the Night Cavalry fled in different routes, and the powder from the perfume bottle was still interfering with the traces left behind.

Melina explained: "That's the Perfumer's power. It's not known for its frontal combat capabilities, so just be careful of sneak attacks."

"learn."

"You could have just forced your way in pursuit, but caution is your style, so that's fine. Look, the magical aura hasn't dissipated yet. Trust Torret's stamina."

As a witch, I knew that the Faded One would choose to pursue her.

After all, this is the first time we have come into contact with a team belonging to the Royal City, so we must fight.

A man on a fast horse chased after him.

The main force in the rear also sped up their march. In any case, the appearance of the Night Cavalry meant that they were being targeted. If the enemy intercepted and harassed them along the way, it would be very troublesome, so they had to arrive as soon as possible.

As for the boss who chased out alone, there is no need to worry. With the strength of the Devil Sword, even the hero killers are not to be feared.

Nimgfu is a vast area, and it doesn't take much effort to find the target.

Fulilian saw a black-armored figure in front of her. Seeing that he could not escape, the other party immediately stopped and took up a stance.

Pyroxene magic gravel!

She threw a tentative move and rolled off her horse, while the demon gravel was shattered.

"How many people of your level are there in the royal city?"

"We have nothing to say to the Faded Ones. You are destined to become the enemy of the Golden Tree. You have no respect for the law. If you let it go for a while, you will dare to challenge the entire Golden Dynasty."

It seems that the Night Riders are quite annoyed and very dissatisfied with Fulilian's heinous crimes, and are very aggressive.

He took out his flail and swung it, the chains shaking with a crisp sound. His energy surged, and he rushed forward in one leap. Quickly and stealthily, he outstripped the strong wind and attacked from a blind spot.

clang!

The silver-haired girl swung her sword like lightning to deflect the weapon, causing the latter to stagger and be shocked. The next moment, the pyroxene arc arrived.

The Night Cavalry was caught off guard and was hit. Their sturdy armor was immediately shattered, and blood splattered everywhere.

It’s so sharp?

The more common the magic, the more its performance depends on the power of the user. To be able to easily break through one's own armor must have reached the level of godhood.

"You can't escape, so don't leave any energy for retreat, just attack us."

Even more infuriating was the way she spoke, as if treating him like an experimental subject. Although Fulilian had no intention of humiliating her opponent and treated him with due respect, the huge difference between them made the Night Riders nervous, and they knew they were doomed.

Today we will return to the Golden Tree with glory.

The flail spun vigorously in his hand with a bloody smell. The next moment, he swung it out suddenly. Sure enough, the Faded One jumped to avoid it, but it changed its attack route midway.

Bounce back!

Another deflection of the blade caused the attack to miss, and then the magic lightsaber slashed across the body, bringing out a stream of blood. The temperature was fading, the vitality was constantly disappearing, and the Night Cavalry was about to die.

"...We are not running away. The message has been sent...This is the beginning of a harassment operation."

Before he could finish his words, the katana pierced his chest, and then he executed the killer instantly.

Finally, Fulilian did not forget to take out her staff and cast the pyroxene arc, completely chopping it into several pieces and adding a set of holy attributes before stopping, so as to prevent it from accidentally coming back to life.

"Master Market..."

The Night Riders were still worried, because the silver-haired girl's suppression power was unexpected, more terrifying than any challenger to the Golden Dynasty in thousands of years. But he eventually lost consciousness, his body dissolving into particles of light and disappearing.

Rune flowed into the body, and the amount was not small, so it was considered a small profit.

Being an elite warrior worthy of being a hero, he did make Fulilian use a little more strength, but it was far from enough to pose a threat.

"If the number increases, we need to pay attention."

Melina said, "The Golden Dynasty has retained a considerable force of similar strength. Often, they rely on the sheer number of their strongest warriors to prevail. Their powerful core supports the defense of the royal city of Rodel."

"In that case, the Night Cavalry should be able to replenish. I almost underestimated Greg."

"To be precise, they're not Greg's men. This means the Ominous Demon's army has intervened on the Nimgefu battlefield. He won't allow outsiders to rule this land."

"Then beat him too."

Since the banner of challenge was raised, Fulilian was already prepared. It was just one more enemy. The logic of the soul system has always been to break through the world.

She has seen too many powerful and famous people in the world, each one more powerful than the other, but she will eventually defeat them.

"Don't be too pessimistic. As long as we occupy the Nimgefu region, the Lake Lienia, which does not belong to the Royal City, will become an insurmountable barrier. It's like the forces on the Yatan Plateau retreating two areas. We will be much safer."

"On the other hand, the Blessing King, who will not allow this to happen, will fight hard in Nimgefu."

"You must be careful, the Faded One. He might be here. He was a powerful being who caused the bloodshed of countless heroes during the Shattered War. He is likely a demigod."

Until now, Melina was as confused as the other demigods: where did this powerful person come from?

It's too mysterious, the unknown means danger.

Now that their side was in the open, the ruler of the royal city was in the dark. Who knew how many cards he could pull out? If he could seize the opportunity and send his army to attack, it would be troublesome.

Fulilian nodded solemnly and wiped the two staffs.

If necessary, I'll just use double release this time. Although it will quickly consume the account attribute superposition, it can be considered a trump card...

"Crying?"

The sudden movement in the sky caught people's attention. It was another Night Rider returning with a small group, including dozens of Storm Eagles.

These majestic creatures have wingspans of more than five meters, and can easily stir up strong winds. Their feathers are light and strong, and ordinary arrows cannot penetrate them at all, let alone injure their powerful muscles.

Together with the ground forces, they aimed directly at the Southern Army. They were determined to die and charged forward with all their might.

The first encounter began without any warning.

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62

Chapter 62: Attack the Storm Level again.

"Storm Eagles in large numbers are very difficult to deal with, Faded One, we need to get back quickly."

Melina reminded him, “Even the First King’s army couldn’t handle it back then.”

"of course."

Fulilian summoned her spirit horse and rode away at full speed.

Magical perception revealed that the two sides were already engaged in battle, and the crossbow arrows whizzing through the sky had little effect.

Ordinary soldiers underestimated the Storm Eagle's agility. Its huge body brought a strong wind every time it flapped its wings, destroying an entire formation. It might not be able to kill, but it had great disruptive power and could come and go without a trace.

More importantly, they were unable to respond with all their strength because a fast horse assault team led by the Night Cavalry was roaming in all directions trying to tear the formation apart.

The scene gradually became chaotic.

"Stand firm on the forwards, rotate with the reserve second team, and shrink the defense on both wings."

Edgar remained calm in the face of danger and issued a timely order to move the army closer together. Thanks to the 20,000-strong enemy, it was impossible to surround them, and they were also troubled by the impenetrable shield wall.

Of course, only ordinary people can do it, but there are already casualties in the assault team, and it is the black knife assassins who are reaping the rewards.

Night is also the stage for Aurora's assassination.

Ice storm!

At the same time, the ancient hero Samir took the initiative to chase the Night Cavalry. Although he could not catch up with those with mounts, his continuous release of long-range freezing caused considerable trouble.

The Fran Undead Squad was stationed at the center of the army, protecting the main officers and eliminating the possibility of a decapitation operation.

The interceptors' chance of success depended on the quality of their troops. A gap appeared amidst the frequent tug-of-war and harassment. They then charged forward, inflicting casualties, and then, with the help of the Storm Eagles' cover, they successfully withdrew from the formation. This cycle repeated itself...

Both sides have won and lost, but the attackers have now got a lot of kills.

They were very clear about one thing: the morale and organization of the Southern Army could not be depleted too much in front of the city of Stonewell, otherwise they would be defeated.

Edgar continued his orders, "The first formation in front will advance in sequence, and all archers will concentrate their attacks on the Storm Eagles."

"As ordered."

Now they have to take the risk of maneuvering and moving because they don't know whether there will be follow-up attacks.

Horses trampled on the earth, people shouted in despair, and the light of torches in the night sky quickly leaped into a long river pointing to the distance. Although they were just small encounters, they had a shocking effect.

On the other side, Fulilian noticed the awkward situation.

As she closed the distance, the claw mark's holy seal shone. She raised her right arm, grasping a golden electric current, and the flowing magic converged at a single point. Magic and prayer are inseparable. Give it a try.

I haven't used it much since I got the Borderland magic, but it's convenient for long-range sniping.

Throwing the Thunder Gun from a distance——

The silver-haired girl swung her arm like a strong bow with a full moon, and the crackling thunder turned into a stream of light that penetrated a storm eagle.

The target instantly stiffened and died, his body curled up into a ball, hissing and smoking.

The harvest was not over yet. It was as if the attack path of the lightning spear was connected by an invisible electric current, and a bridge seemed to be built in the air for it to attack. Several more storm eagles were paralyzed.

They had to use all their strength to avoid falling, and their companions who unfortunately fell would either die from the fall or be hacked to pieces in the army formation without any resistance.

Continuous firing of lightning guns!

The Death God's tactics continued, and one lightning bolt after another streaked across the night sky, tearing the sky apart.

The battlefield fell silent, and everyone couldn't help but look over. The aerial predators that were so arrogant just now kept wailing and falling, and some were even blown to pieces. It was conceivable how terrifying the power of magic was.

The starting point of the attack is vaguely visible and is very close.

The Night Cavalry who witnessed this scene frowned and felt sorry for the sacrifice of their comrades. Their mission was not to increase casualties.

"It's time to retreat. Don't linger. Try to disperse and leave—"

Before she finished speaking, the sky began to buzz with the sound of tracking soul crystals. Even with the inefficient and incompatible magic, Frillian still used magic from another world.

"Don't try to escape."

The fire coverage was aimed at the assault team, and several elite Rodel knights were immediately killed.

The strength of the crystal blocks is much stronger than before. With the blessing of soul magic power, it is even better and has extremely strong penetrating power. Ordinary armor can't block the attack and often causes penetrating wounds.

Many cavalrymen lost their lives while sitting on their horses, their souls returning to the trees, and disappeared one after another.

The Storm Eagles had already retreated.

They possess intelligence, and there's no such thing as taming. Most cooperate, and only a few truly choose to be loyal. Don't play against a losing team, just slip away. Perhaps they'll seek refuge with Nimgefu's new master later, so there's no need to make too deep a grudge.

"Damn beast."

The Night Rider cursed angrily.

He had no time to complain, because the ancient hero Samir, who had been chasing him, finally found an opportunity and froze the horse's legs with one move.

Fight!

There was no way to avoid it, and the only thing left was to fight. The next moment, both sides started fighting with swords and sabers.

"Your Golden Dynasty has been declining for so many years, why are you still refusing to die? Isn't it time for a new king? Or is King Blessing unwilling to ascend the throne for some reason?"

"You don't understand the considerations of that adult."

In any case, the Night Cavalry had no time to command the battle. They could only watch as the Southern Army, whose morale was greatly boosted after Fulilian's return, pursued them relentlessly, and a mere small team was quickly wiped out.

While he was thinking, a curved sword wrapped in frost cut through the breastplate, and the sharp edge penetrated into his chest, infusing it with icy air.

Despite his injuries, he also left a wound on the ancient hero Samir, but he eventually ran out of strength and fell down. It was such a pity that he never got to see the Blessed King meet the Dharma Ring.

Sunlight therapy.

The golden light in Fulilian's hand has covered her subordinates.

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

"You've done very well. Let's stop here for tonight and rest up."

The Southern Army needed to recuperate after the battle. After hearing the order, Edgar agreed and the 20,000 soldiers set up camp on the spot and temporarily suspended their march.