Frillian in the Elden Ring

Although the defenders took this into consideration and built a fortress, it was not large enough to last long.

After all, it does not have the unique conditions of Stonewell City. It has the weakness of being overlooked by the hillside, so the bloodiest meat grinder battlefield appears on the hillside.

The soldiers wrestled with each other amid shouts and curses.

Whether it was the heights, the roads or the city walls, there was fighting. The smell of blood wafted through the wind, and the rumbling sounds were deafening.

A huge crowd of people rushed up the hillside. From a distance, the mountains and plains seemed endless. The Grek soldiers guarding the narrow bunker felt their scalps tingling, but they still managed to hold on.

"Hold on, hold on. If we fail, the Storm Pass will be finished."

Having said that, the situation is dangerous.

There were already aerial units engaged in a fierce battle, with Storm Eagles tearing apart Winged Hybrids. The two sides were circling and confronting each other at a higher altitude. What's worse, corpses fell to the top of the tower and knocked down several soldiers. It was no longer safe.

"Aurora, was the Shattered War on this scale back then?"

Fulilian asked the black knife assassin curiously.

"Much more powerful. I'm afraid that even the current border area cannot gather the combined forces of the Flame Monks, the Honored Corruption Knights, the Red Lions, and other armies."

"I've never seen that before. It's quite spectacular."

This was actually Fulilian's first time experiencing such a large-scale legion war in the game, and she was a frontline commander. No, it was also unheard of in real life. This kind of war only happens once in a decade, right? Because not everyone is like the people in the borderland who don't need supplies.

Anyway, I learned a lot, and it has quite a local flavor, with all kinds of troops gathered together:

The ashes firmly occupied the main road pass under her command and dispatch, and the former camp in front of the pass became a place where the Southern Army passed through with shields raised.

A rain of arrows whistled overhead, piercing through the flesh at any moment and bringing death to the family.

In addition, hybrids, subhumans, goblins and zombies are also helping. Although it is just basic work such as carrying and filling, it undoubtedly saves a lot of work processes and supports the continuous high-intensity attacks on the front line.

They are prone to errors because their flesh is aging and showing signs of being a zombie, so using them is often not worth the effort.

But soul magic changed this embarrassing situation, allowing it to participate in high-intensity conflicts.

The bravest were the Dragon Eater team, who carried ladders and ran to the bottom of the checkpoint, while another group came to the front of the iron gate with siege spikes.

"We must not let them get in."

The commander urged loudly, saying that if the main gate could not be defended, it would be easy for the center to burst out. After all, their side did not have the advantage in numbers and would easily be overwhelmed by the numbers, which would be disastrous.

The defenders, unwilling to be outdone, continued to throw rolling logs and rocks from above, knocking many people unconscious and even dying on the spot. On the other side, long weapons continued to emerge from the gaps in the fence and thrust in and out.

The two sides piled up corpses around the checkpoint gate, making it difficult to make a breakthrough. They couldn't get in, and they couldn't drive the enemy away.

"Hurry up."

The officer kept shouting the tempo, but it was no use urging him.

The engineers defending the city were constantly repairing the walls. If there was no time to do so, they would block the entrance with all kinds of debris, and would not throw logs or rocks from high places.

A complex project like siege requires the coordination of many aspects, and now the chance of victory lies on the city wall. However, huge rocks one after another fill the top of the level, making it difficult for Grek's soldiers to continue.

They were suppressed, especially under the rain of arrows, and could not even raise their heads.

On the contrary, the 20,000-strong army is large in number, and some of them can be transferred to the second line for treatment, so as not to increase casualties and always maintain a stronger state.

Fulilian patiently witnessed the entire process and provided no further support except for basic healing magic.

She needs to have a general grasp of the combat effectiveness of her soldiers, which will determine how much effort she will put into confronting the enemy head-on. After all, both Markit and Greg should be very difficult to deal with. How much magic power will be left to support the army?

If possible, it is best to retain more strength, as it will be needed for subsequent rule.

Boom!

The first outer reinforced gate had creaked, bent, and collapsed.

The attackers, upon hearing the loud noise, became even more excited, knowing that defeating the enemy was more important than anything else, and so they charged forward with all their might. This undoubtedly put significant pressure on the soldiers behind the checkpoint:

"Rotation, quickly rotate the second team to reinforce, hold on, and buy time for the engineering team to repair the damage."

The commander's response was immediate, but the soldiers' movements might not have kept up, and by the time they arrived, worrying cracks had appeared in the second and final gate.

Admittedly, their mission was not to stop an army of 20,000 with a single checkpoint, but the effect of weakening the enemy was too poor.

……

Storm Hill.

Bernal, who had been hiding, stood up.

He needed to see the battlefield on the higher hillside farther away. Now that was the critical point. Whoever occupied the advantageous terrain would end it faster, so the fighting was fierce, people's brains were beaten into dog brains, and there was blood and rain, and corpses were everywhere.

The two towers of the bunkers on the hillside flowed like a river of blood at the foot of them. Attackers kept rushing up and then dying, and the defenders were also constantly being consumed and could hardly continue.

"...How many years has it been since this world has seen a war of this magnitude?"

The last time this happened was probably during the Fragment War. Perhaps a commander who could unleash such destructive power was worthy of being called a demigod.

They all possessed golden bloodlines, genuinely good backgrounds, inherent legitimacy, and a strong aura. Meanwhile, the newcomers, the faded ones, were all alone, a team that had come through sheer hard work.

It actually gives people an atmosphere of the rise of the first generation king.

Even though Ge Fulei had been away from the border area for many years, the legends had never faded. Everyone knew that the War King was the one who conquered everything from scratch and was an absolute king.

After a long time, it is again the goddess Marika who summons the Faded Ones to break the deadlock and stir up the stagnant water. Who will be swept away by the storm brought by Fulilian?

Roar!

Suddenly, there was a new change on the battlefield. Feilong arrived at the hillside blockhouse and defeated the defenders of the stronghold.

They looked quite excited, and had swept away the stereotype of being crazy and unstable. They also had the aura of soul healing. The silver-haired girl made a few hand signals to let them occupy the stronghold.

Fulilian caught some flying dragons when she passed by Lake Yakir.

I originally planned to try using magic like taming and puppetry, but it turned out that these big guys were willing to be loyal to the strong, so it would be much easier to just release the pressure, so I just used it.

Could it be that because she had come into contact with numerous ancient dragons and flying dragons, she sensed a strong aura of her kind and chose to trust them? But it didn't matter. For Fulilian, pragmatism came first.

"She really managed to tame the flying dragon!"

Bernal was not the only one who was shocked by the rapid development of the battle. The hillside bunker had changed hands, and now it was the Southern Army that was attacking from a high position.

At the same time, the Dragon Eaters kept hitting the iron door, causing it to creak and make a sound of being unable to bear the heavy weight.

The Southern Army had the advantage in numbers, and even after a series of repairs and reinforcements, the Storm Pass could not accommodate too many people, and could only barely resist with a few thousand people.

Then the command flag fluttered, pointed in the distance, and the general attack began.

Their shouts and cries of killing were deafening as they rushed forward and blocked the gate. The weight alone was causing it to shake. It had reached its limit, and the only question now was: how long would it take to completely eliminate them?

"Flatten the checkpoint."

The effect of using a flying dragon to occupy a hillside bunker is not just an additional attack point, but also a commanding view of the storm level.

The defenders on the city wall looked up and saw the flying dragon's fangs and claws, their hearts pounding.

"Don't be distracted elsewhere, stay calm."

However, the reminder was too late. The mountain goblin quickly pushed the catapult to the original bunker position. A huge rock flew over with a whistling sound, and a large shadow suddenly covered the sky above and fell down with the wind pressure.

Boom!

It only takes one huge rock to inflict indelible damage on the narrow walls, or even cause a landslide.

After all, the Storm Level is not a world-class fortress like Stonewell City that needs to guard an area. It is much more fragile. The walls and ruins were broken in an instant, and the temporary reinforcements were collapsing.

"Push the stone away quickly."

Worst of all, it blocked traffic within the city walls.

The defenders frantically used all their strength to push the weapons away, and they tumbled down into the city. The sudden movement made the friendly troops below angrily curse: "How can we stop the frontal attack if you throw them at us like this--"

Before he could finish his words, a spear shot through the gap in the fence and took someone's life. He would never be angry again.

Even if you finally push a stone away, it doesn't mean it's over. The catapults on the other side of the hill are also armed and aimed.

dong dong!

The continuous attacks covered the top of the city wall. Although there were not many firepower points, the suppression power was extremely strong, forcing them to flee in panic. No matter how much the commander urged them, they still shrank back.

"You're a bunch of wimps. You're leaving the front to the enemy."

Without the suppression of the firepower point on the city wall, the Dragon Eater team pushed the siege cone even harder, and the more they hit, the harder they hit, and the iron fences kept making teeth-grinding sounds of bending and collapsing.

They vowed to be the first troop to break into the city and would definitely receive a reward from Lady Fulilian.

The competitors on the other side were the vanguard troops. Without the fire suppression from the city walls, they took two steps at a time and three steps to rush to the city gate.

The Storm level is overwhelmed.

Thousands of people had gathered in the small castle bunker, surrounding it tightly and unable to escape. They were constantly buffeted by falling boulders, causing unbearable suffering. There had already been cases of casualties from being trampled, a precursor to greater chaos.

"It's almost a breakthrough. Do you want us to take action?"

The ancient hero Samir was eager to try, but saw Fulilian shook her head calmly.

"No need. Save your strength for now. The hardest part is yet to come. I'll finish this as soon as possible."

It's not the time yet. After playing the Storm Level once, I realized that it can't actually accommodate too many troops. Due to the terrain limitations, it won't be a tough nut to crack even after some repairs, so as long as we capture it quickly enough without wasting time, it will be fine.

"I'll ensure efficiency."

After saying that, the silver-haired girl raised her staff and activated the bone enhancement once again. Then, these spirit-like warriors climbed up the city wall along the ladder.

Go first!

They crushed the panicked defenders on the city wall. Led by Lutier, they charged forward, clearing out all the troops around the ladders in one go, leaving them no longer able to stop their advance.

Seeing that Fulilian's Ashes Legion had opened up the situation, the successors climbed up more excitedly and rushed forward.

Hundreds of Southern soldiers have already climbed onto the city wall.

As soon as the two sides met, they fought with all their might. One side wanted to gain a foothold, and the other side wanted to drive the enemy away. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and broken corpses kept falling to the ground and turning into a pool of mud. At this moment, the most brutal battlefield was on the city wall.

Fortunately, the charge of the Ashes Legion reduced the pressure, and they finally saw casualties in the high-pressure battlefield environment, which shows how fierce the battle was, with almost close-range fighting.

Fulilian took the opportunity to remove some of the weaker bones such as the demi-humans.

She was already very satisfied with the performance of the summoning bell. It was not very useful to her at the moment, but it would be very helpful on the battlefield.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the city gate was finally knocked open, and the traffic was unobstructed.

The impatient Southern Army soldiers rushed in and attacked anyone they saw. Their roars shook the sky, and countless people fell to the ground in the flash of swords and sabers, fighting with each other in every corner.

The complex environment does not require formations, it is just a simple melee, and people often fight one-on-one.

"Call for support below."

Although the city defense commander noticed the danger, it was too late. The chaos on the city wall prevented them from effectively eliminating the enemies inside the city.

It has to be admitted that Edgar has grasped the key to rhythm control, forming an orderly internal and external encirclement, linking various breakthrough points to prevent either side from progressing too quickly and being caught in a flaw.

He could not be called a famous general, but at least he was sensitive enough to the flaws and avoided mistakes in advance. This steadiness made the officers guarding the Storm Pass miserable.

“Breakout——”

At this point, there is no point in holding on. If such a small castle is attacked and the inner city is broken into, it will be tantamount to its fall.

Therefore, the Greg soldiers began to evacuate according to the plan.

It is necessary to protect the conscripted soldiers who were assembled not long ago. Most of them are zombies. Although they are unconscious and fragile, they are excellent labor force and should be reliable for repairing fortifications.

Now that the order had been given, they began to quickly leave the Storm Checkpoint area, hoping to return to the main city in time.

"Be careful, it's a flying dragon that's blocking it."

Someone cried out in despair. Under normal circumstances, they could have been killed with a crossbow, but now they had left behind all kinds of baggage and were in such a mess that they couldn't organize an attack at all.

A moment's delay led to disastrous consequences, as a large number of Southern troops had already rushed out of the checkpoint and were in pursuit.

Some people also came over from the high hillside to chase and intercept us.

Stonewell City would not stand by and watch, and a force was assembled there, but the strong winds from Storm Hills delayed their advance. Meanwhile, a thick fog had descended, apparently caused by Fulilian's magical interference, enough to deter reinforcements from taking action.

It's just a simple trick, without much technical skills, but it is very effective in amplifying panic on the battlefield, and the enemy gradually loses their way.

In fact, as long as there are enough people, you will still get lost in the crowd.

She rode her spirit horse at full speed, passed through the storm checkpoint in one breath, and reached the checkpoint while casting spells, for fear that her subordinates would rush too far and be ambushed.

Thanks to Torret's speed, he quickly overtook the pursuing Southern Army and then the fleeing people at the front, thus separating himself from the support from Stonewell City, and looking like he was about to take over.

One man becomes an army.