Frillian in the Elden Ring

The more he challenged the Golden Tree, the more he realized the foundation accumulated over the years. For example, this time, the rapid mobilization of the Night Cavalry and the harassment of the Storm Eagles would have been too much to handle if not for the sufficient number of strong men, and would have surely caused the entire army to collapse.

Fortunately, the counterattack was won, and the enemy's corpses turned into the Confederate Army's enterprising spirit.

late at night.

Fulilian summoned all the senior executives and drew a detailed map of the Storm level, which also included Melina's work, restoring the terrain as much as possible.

"This is what happened when I attacked last time. Just for reference. Be careful of ambushes."

Edgar nodded in approval. "It's sufficient. Very detailed. There aren't many locations where we can deploy defenses based on the terrain, and it's unlikely to change significantly. Let's take it down and use it as a vanguard."

Everyone responded in unison, with the same opinion.

Storm Hills is not suitable for long-term garrison of large armies, so the checkpoint is the only choice, which is also the gateway to the city of Stonewell.

It is conceivable that Greg will send heavy troops to guard strategic locations.

It will definitely be a fierce battle.

Exit the front of the level.

When the local garrison received this order, they were confused and looked at each other in bewilderment. What did it mean?

The officer added: "Everyone leave the plains station and enter the Storm Pass bunker. Don't leave any supplies outside. Start burning and destroying them immediately."

"The enemy has 20,000 men and has wiped out all the blocking teams. So it's time for us to fight a tough battle. Act now."

"Yes!"

Everyone was inevitably a little nervous, and many people were sweating profusely.

Is Fulilian, the sword of destruction, really back? Are we going to have to fight the Storm Level again? Is this really necessary? Last time, they completely wiped out the garrison. From afar, the place looked devastated.

The new faders have only been around for a short time, but they are so famous that even the Night Riders have been defeated.

If all the hero killers directly under the King of Blessing have failed, can you hold on?

"No whispering allowed. Work hard and build the fortifications. Everyone, be alert and don't miss any sign of trouble."

The officer rode his horse and looked around.

If anyone shows signs of passive resistance or fear, I'll whip them immediately or hang them high up as a warning to the public. What if I'm afraid of my enemies? It's simple: I'll make them fear me more than the Faded Ones, and that'll make it easier to control them.

But a true commander knows that it is nothing more than a delaying tactic, and now they are more useful for one thing: covering the march.

The large number of troops recruited from the west of Nimgerfu passed through here and then entered the city of Stonewell one by one. They had only one purpose:

Reserve team.

Defending a city requires a lot of manpower, especially since the long walls need to be guarded at every point. It is not feasible to rely solely on the elite and scarce knights. A large number of pets must be found to fill the line, and resistance is inevitable:

"I don't want to die. I absolutely don't want to go to the Stonewell City Defense Line."

"I'm so tired. I need to rest for a while. Please."

"I can't hold on like this..."

They will never show mercy to those who shake the morale of the army. Depending on the circumstances, they will execute those who should be executed and teach those who should be taught a lesson, leaving no trace of discord.

The terrifying and high-pressure environment forced these recruited troops to continuously pass through the storm checkpoints.

Their mission is to guard the tall walls of Stonewell City. In fact, many recruiting officers think it is a good thing. The walls are high and the terrain is dangerous, so you are safe. I can't even envy you enough.

With the rebels' limited siege equipment, they can never shake the first fortress in the South. The result will only be a long-term siege and a retreat.

Apart from the first king Gefulei and the Valkyrie Marennia, no one has been able to shake the Stonewell Fortress.

"Urgent report from the front!"

Suddenly, a fast horse came with the shout of a messenger: "We are about to meet the enemy, all troops are ready, collectively retreat to the checkpoint and prepare for battle——"

Everyone was shocked at first. So fast? What the hell did you do to stop it?

No matter how much they cursed in their hearts, they could no longer care. Everyone moved together and rushed to the checkpoint. Fortunately, this place was reinforced with three layers inside and three layers outside, and a temporary fort was built, otherwise it would not be able to accommodate the army.

On the other side, on the slopes of Storm Hill.

Bernal, who came after hearing the news, concealed his presence quietly and lurked. He often came to the surrounding area to communicate with the Faded Ones, and of course he would not miss today's big move.

No one could have imagined that the newcomer Faded, whom they had only met once before, would gather thousands of troops to attack Stonewell City in the blink of an eye. The exchange of combat skills in the cabin seemed unreal and as if it were a lifetime ago.

So after receiving the intelligence, Bernal roughly estimated the marching time and came to observe.

"The city walls here should be difficult to conquer. Besides, the seal of the Crucible Knights was lifted when I arrived, and there are many powerful ones..."

"And the scent of Market?"

He looked towards the inner side of Stonewell City. There was a powerful reaction on that avenue that absolutely could not be ignored.

What kind of military force could take down a world-class fortress that had been fortified several times? The borderlands today couldn't muster the resources of a golden conquest, and the forces of the Fragment War era were all history.

Bernal was actually not optimistic about this reckless siege.

However, considering Fulilian's previous performance, I always felt that I shouldn't jump to conclusions. That person is not someone who can be judged by common sense. Maybe he can create miracles, so I came to observe him specifically.

boom!

The flare was launched.

The scouts in the distance gave their last warning and had fulfilled their responsibility. The enemy was about to arrive at the city, and a dark torrent appeared on the horizon.

The view from Storm Hill was even clearer. Countless shadows were flying across the skyline, including winged hybrids, storm eagles, and dragons. There were quite a few of them, and it was likely that all the dragons in the Yakir Lake area had been gathered.

Air units are meant to pose a threat to tall city walls, so be careful.

But they are not interested in the storm level, and there is no need to take action. The real main force is on the ground.

Leading the group was none other than the silver-haired girl with the iconic pointed ears.

To be on the safe side, Fulilian wore dancer armor to protect her body and arms, and the hem was still as long as the stargazer. She changed her travel style and looked more heroic.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she looked into the distance. A familiar aura? Unfortunately, her sight couldn't get past the heightened storm barrier.

"So sharp!"

With Bernard's perceptiveness, he also noticed that Fulilian had sensed something, but soon the Storm Level began to fire long-range crossbows, and once the battle started, they ignored it. The scene was quite lively:

The Southern Army was actually larger than imagined.

How could the Weeping Peninsula, where martial virtues were withering, gather over ten thousand troops in the east of Ganimgfu? Not those listless conscripts, but real soldiers who could be used.

Based on this, they also gathered a large number of zombies, flying dragons, hybrids, sub-humans, mountain goblins and dragon eaters.

The complexity of its racial composition alone is enough to be compared to an army of a king in the past.

They united under Fulilian to fight for it, and she had not yet mastered the fragments of the Elden Ring. She was a miracle in the current borderland, conquering thousands of loyal people with her pure power and charm.

hum!

The opening was a large-scale field magic, and it was a rare healing type... No, even the zombie target showed excitement.

"The rumors about soul magic are true!"

Bernard couldn't help but believe it. Seeing is believing. Especially with his knowledgeable eyes, he instantly realized that this was a special school that had never appeared before. It was most likely created by Fulilian herself. The effect was remarkable and subverted common sense.

The Battle of Kalia, led by the then-hero Radagon, had proven the strategic value of a top mage. One man is an army.

At this moment, a series of auxiliary magic from Fulilian supported the Southern Army.

They had never felt so grounded, their blood was boiling, their energy was endless, and their hearts were filled with excitement.

At the same time, the ashes were called one by one by the ringing of bells, and they stood up from the ground. There were 19 people, enough to block the checkpoint.

"charge!"

Fulilian commanded the Legion of Ashes to rush forward as the vanguard, led by Lutier, who smashed the chevaux de frise to pieces.

The imposing scene startled the Grek soldiers and they attacked immediately.

hum!

Strengthening magic is added at the same time, and it is a double gain for souls and puppets. Thanks to her continuous research, the ashes have enough combat power in the absence of a spirit trainer.

"Why are they so hard? I can't break their armor. Hurry up and use heavier weapons."

"We need to build another simple line of defense."

The ashes had already broken through the roadblocks set up in front of the checkpoint, wood chips flew everywhere, and the shock wave sent some people flying on the spot. A gap quickly appeared in the formation as people and horses fell to the ground.

Although the Greg soldiers had to give up the defense here, the deterrent effect of the ashes destroying the fortifications in the middle of the avenue was still terrifying. You know, they were still shooting arrows and charging forward under the rain of attacks.

Archery is precisely inefficient.

Ashes have a certain degree of immortality, and combined with Freellian's enhancement, they have a high defense against long-range arrows.

The defenders, of course, realized this and quickly used stones, trying to win by sheer mass, but they were deflected by Lutier's shield, making it impenetrable.

The first boulder thrown by the Southern Army flew onto the wall of Storm Pass, drawing a beautiful parabola.

boom!

The shockwave, mixed with debris, scatters everywhere, the center explodes, the earth spins, and a large number of Grek soldiers, caught off guard, fall to the ground. This attack kills several defenders, forcing the rest to temporarily hide behind cover.

At the same time, the ashes removed the most hindrance roadblocks.

The Southern Army immediately cheered, and then the army set out to further shorten the distance.

The survivors on the city wall dared to stick their heads out, and saw that it was the mountain goblins pulling a huge catapult, carrying ammunition one piece after another onto it, and then suddenly started it up.

The rocks came whizzing and hit the front wall.

It was strong enough to hold out for a few days, but no one could guarantee the gate would withstand the siege of a siege cone. They could already feel the ground shaking, the foundation unstable, and their hearts pounding...

"Hold on."

"Don't worry, we're not asking you to defend this place to the death. We need to cover more troops entering Stonewell City and then evacuating."

"The terrain there is the real battlefield. Now we must consolidate our defenses."

The commander's instructions finally gave everyone a little courage to regain their footing. Whether this war would end soon depended entirely on how long they could hold on. Their side also represented the pre-war morale, and if it collapsed, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Bring out the crossbows, let's fight back."

Several strong soldiers pushed heavy crossbows over with great effort, lowered the angle as much as possible, aimed at the invading enemies and shot fiercely. Each crossbow was powerful enough to drill into the city wall.

At this moment, the two sides engaged in a long-range tug-of-war, launching attacks at each other, with constant whistling sounds and smoke and dust splashing from time to time.

Some Southern troops who rushed too far forward were caught in fire and had to retreat. It was obviously not the time to attack the city wall itself. They had to remain calm, otherwise they would face more losses.

The commanders on both sides understood that this battle was not about victory, but about who could control costs and achieve their respective goals. It was a battle of cost-effectiveness.

The defenders must cover as many conscripts as possible entering Stonewell City.

The attacking side must take the storm level as quickly as possible and at the lowest cost.

Fight.

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63

Chapter 63 The first battle, victory.

Now that the battlefield has become so intense, there is no need to hold back.

Edgar ordered, "Have the winged hybrids begin harassing from above to relieve some of the pressure on the front walls. Also, have the mountain goblins advance with their catapults."

The Southern Army's troops were undoubtedly inferior to the enemy's, so he had to resort to surprise attacks and couldn't hold back. Playing the special forces card early would also avoid some losses. His only concern was what to do in a real siege?

To be brutally honest, most of the surplus troops were prepared to be consumed in siege warfare.

However, is the consumption now too severe? If it exceeds the threshold, it will definitely affect the subsequent plans for Stonewell City.

Seeing the difficulty on his face, Fulilian spoke:

"Don't worry, I have the means to deal with large fortresses like the one in Stonewell City. Just push forward to it."

"But as far as I know, there are very few magic spells with physical attack effects in the border areas, and even fewer that can reach the level of destroying a city."

"The combat effectiveness of an excellent mage is always varied."

The confident speech made Edgar choose to believe that her boss had created countless miracles, and she was the biggest reliance for this victory.

"As ordered."

At the command, the Southern Army advanced in an orderly fashion, taking another step forward under the cover of aerial fire. Simultaneously, several teams arrived at the heights at either end of Storm Pass to set up their trebuchets.