Frillian in the Elden Ring

When the fully armed silver-haired girl blocked the middle of the road, the reinforcements from the main city had to stop.

Their faces were grim, but they didn't dare to take a step forward. They were in a very difficult situation. Now they were in a stalemate. Did they have to fight a bloody battle with the Demon Sword of Destruction right away?

If the losses are too great, the rescue will be meaningless.

There was no extra communication between the two sides, only a silent confrontation. The former wanted to support and rescue the defeated soldiers at the Storm Level, while the latter wanted to prevent this. Should they start a war now?

Unless you are willing to compete with a powerful person who may have reached the strength of a demigod right now.

After hesitating for a moment, the reinforcements had to leave.

The Grek soldiers at the Storm Level watched helplessly as they were surrounded. Some died, some surrendered, and some ran away. The army was completely disintegrated.

Fulilian ignored the desperate pleas behind her and looked towards the cabin on Storm Hill.

My magical senses detected a familiar presence. It was Bernard who had been watching the battle, and now he seemed to smile and wave as he walked away. Now wasn't the time to reminisce; everyone had their own missions. It wouldn't be too late to discuss the war in Stonewell City later.

"see you later."

Fulilian has always been calm in the face of separation and turned her attention to the battlefield.

"I hope Nimgefu can spread the news that the world has changed."

He couldn't help but offer a blessing. If a Faded One clearly occupied Stonewell City and held the Great Rune, the symbolic significance would be immeasurable.

The premise is to win.

The Storm level wasn't even an appetizer; there weren't any decent mid-level combatants, so it was worthless. Meanwhile, the main city was teeming with powerful warriors, including Crucible Knights and Ominous Demons, so Fulilian had to face them one by one.

Bernal took one last glance in the direction of the main city and then strode away.

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64

Chapter 64: First meeting with Market.

A flag with a black and red ring of fire rises at the highest point of the Storm Level.

The Southern Army used the pattern designed by Fulilian as its logo, symbolizing complete occupation. Her inspiration came from the burning of the First Flame, the place where the Fire Kings of all generations passed on the fire.

"Long live!"

Cheers of victory echoed endlessly, many soldiers hugged each other, and the sound of banging shields shook the sky.

They couldn't help but be happy. After all, they had defeated the elite troops under the command of a demigod in a head-on battle. The city defenders entrusted with the important task were no third-rate stuff. Victory in the battle meant a brilliant record.

Although there are various supporting factors, such as the help of Lady Frillian, it is still worth being happy and celebrating.

Celebrating the challenge to the demigod's army and defeating them.

Even though the Golden Dynasty declined to this point, it can still be regarded as a feat of great significance and symbolic significance, and the participants are certainly proud of it.

Before the battle, they worried repeatedly about whether the noise would be too loud or about Greg's actions, but when the battle actually began, it was just like that. With their hearts dispelled and more confident, this army was rapidly tempering its precious courage.

Even Edgar, who is always very demanding, allowed everyone to play for a while longer, just to relax.

He was well aware that a considerable portion of the army were temporarily recruited or simply mercenaries. Victory and rest were important, otherwise the morale would be low and they would not be able to fight the tough battles that would follow.

"Lady Fulilian, what do you think of this match?"

"I don't know much about military matters, but the advantage in numbers is huge, and Storm Pass isn't ideal for defense."

"really……"

"But at least we're not that far behind in terms of the quality of our troops, right? They have better equipment, but their morale isn't as good as ours."

Even an outsider could see that the Grek soldiers were somewhat distracted, their resolve weak, and their faces weary. The long, seemingly endless defense had left them exhausted, both physically and mentally, and they even vaguely yearned for an end.

They are all zombies. If they were his subordinates, he would definitely be alive and kicking with a soul healing shot.

"Rest where you are."

Fulilian could see how excited everyone was, so she just let them celebrate.

"It just so happens that I've saved a lot of supplies for the long-term defense of Storm Pass. I'll distribute them among you later... I won't take a single cent."

"Praise the great Lady Fulilian."

She had originally planned to be lazy and leave it all to the nobles, but Melina reminded her in her ear that she should refuse and that she must be in control of the distribution of the spoils, even if the Faded Ones did not need it.

The two partners have already plundered the Storm level once and have collected all the standard equipment collections, so there is no need to clean up again.

She warned, "The key is to control and distribute resources. It is a derivative of power. Fulilian, you can't just have power itself, you must also try to rule more."

"Ah."

In response, Fulilian nodded lazily, already exhausted.

Even though he didn't personally fight the enemy, he actually used auxiliary magic all the time.

Thanks to this, the losses of the Southern Army have been well controlled, and everyone is more convinced of Fulilian. After all, her efforts are obvious to all, and it is better than those officers who are always beaten and scolded. You have to compare the goods before you throw them away.

"Just have a good rest."

Melina has no intention of preaching, she is just giving you a reminder. In fact, as long as you are strong enough, it will not be a problem. The border area has its own operating logic.

The greatest significance of King Elden should be to gather the fragments and choose a god to enforce the law. Now they have taken a big step forward. The main magic ring is in the city of Stonewell on the hillside, and this time they are visiting in a completely different manner.

As she was thinking, she found that Fulilian was already fast asleep. The noisy environment did not affect her sleep quality at all...

Seeing this, Melina also leaned over. Although she was in a spiritual form, the Faded One's perception was enough to see through it, which should provide a sense of security in the unfamiliar environment.

The two men snuggled together to rest, and the Southern Army, after the excitement, gradually became sleepy and fell asleep.

They thought they could drink and have fun for a long time.

But unexpectedly, after a while, he began to yawn in grief. He was too tired. A day of high-intensity fighting almost made him cramp. He had no choice but to fall into a deep sleep, and the camp fell into silence.

Good night.

But it was destined to be a sleepless night for Stonewell City.

A handful of soldiers and some conscripted zombies stumbled into the city gate, their heads bowed and faces grimacing. They had suffered a major setback, their pride shattered, and now they walked in with a hunched back.

He thought he was at least a member of the demigod army and was well-equipped, but he was defeated head-on by the rebellious Southern Army, which was a great humiliation.

They were ashamed and embarrassed.

Witnessing this defeated army, Markit sighed and asked his subordinates, "Are there any more troops that can be mobilized?"

A Night Rider replied, "The rebels are now blocking the entrance to Stoneville. The only way to find more levies is through Storm Lodge, but most of those routes lead to the eastern part of Nimgerfu, which is already a de facto separatist region."

"They were the first to rebel. I should have paid more attention."

"It's not your fault, sir. It's Greg's fault for being obsessed with limb grafting."

As the absolutely elite Night Cavalrymen from the royal city of Rodel, they are knowledgeable and have witnessed the prosperity of the Golden Dynasty. They look down on Greg.

The golden descendant is such a scum, it makes people hate him for not fighting for it, it's such a pity.

Market remained silent about this.

After a moment, he said, "It's still too early to say the situation has changed. Stonewell City is strategically located enough to hold off the rebels. As long as we hold the fortress well, we'll eventually wear down the enemy."

"But Greg's army's defeat by outsiders is a disgrace to the Golden Clan and a loss of face for the demigods, including the Lord Blessing King. I'm afraid the various regions will be ready to take action."

"Even if the Faded Ones continue to cause trouble, it won't affect the overall situation. The key is that we must protect Nimgfu."

"As ordered."

"If necessary, I will fight with Fulilian to test her skills."

Markit is currently in a clone state, but she is not someone that ordinary heroes can touch. It is enough to test the level of the Fader.

By the way, she avenged her dead Night Riders subordinates and was able to easily defeat the greatly strengthened Hero Killer at night, which means that Fulilian's strength has reached the realm of divine creatures. The question is how much difference does it have compared to a demigod?

Is it really hard to live up to the reputation?

Or is it that a top expert has appeared at the border area after a long absence?

If anything unexpected happens, Rodel's army will have to retreat again and again. After all, the Lake Lienia area is not convenient for large-scale stationing.

Depending on the situation, the operation of the entire Yatan Plateau may be affected. In the worst case, we have to guard the elevator area, ensure that Fulilian's forces are blocked, and then strengthen the internal troops and armaments.

Upon hearing this, the Night Cavalry were extremely excited, as they were finally going to witness the evil demons going into battle once again.

The only variable to consider is: How does Grek feel about losing?

His mental state was already unstable, and the side effects of the inadequate limb grafting technology were becoming increasingly severe, making it impossible to maintain his sanity. Ultimately, this was a war for the lord of Nimgefu.

Markit looked deeply towards the other end of the city wall with a worried look on his face. After all, he considered them his descendants and hoped they would do better.

Castle courtyard.

After hearing the report, Greg couldn't help but touch the arm of the power of the abyss. Only by embracing the power could he feel at ease. Even the bad news was not so infuriating anymore. Well, that was enough.

"...We currently have over 10,000 defenders, more than enough to protect the city walls. Do we need to mobilize some troops from the east?"

"No need, let's fight it out here."

"My lord, I have heard that the rebels may have powerful men who can fight against the Crucible Knights. The city walls alone may not be enough."

"Don't underestimate the fortifications of Stonewell City. Even a demigod would have to struggle to break through. Furthermore, we need multiple defenses. We can send in some strong warriors to intercept and divide the enemy, and then eliminate them one by one."

Greg pointed at the hanging giant dragon corpse, which seemed to be still moving, but unfortunately it had already been reserved for limb grafting.

At the same time he manifested the Great Rune, which shone with infinite brilliance.

With the power of the Elden Ring fragments and noble blood, they are not afraid of just a few cats and dogs. The rebel forces will only cause trouble for a while.

Be prepared to face the challenger. Don't think that the things of the Golden Clan can be taken away easily. You will only suffer the consequences.

"Prepare for a decisive battle."

Everyone answered in unison, "Yes, sir," excitedly, and then took their positions to deploy their troops.

How could they not be in high spirits? A true demigod-level war was about to take place. It would be worth dying to participate and witness it. They only feared that the Faded One might be too weak to withstand the blow, and that it might end too quickly.

……

early morning.

Fulilian, who was sleeping soundly wrapped in a blanket, suddenly moved her ears, then opened her eyes and looked around. It was the craftsmen who started working.

They began to tidy up the siege equipment and reinforce it as much as possible.

"Did it wake you?"

asked a craftsman.

"It's okay. I saw some equipment was broken. What's going on?"

"It's not strong enough, mainly because of the lack of forging stone materials. We in Nimgefu are extremely short of this stuff. It's difficult to forge weapons worthy of heroes, let alone the mists used by demigods..."

"Where is the forging stone?"

"The Yatan Plateau concentrates most of the world's materials and possesses the best weapon reserves. The Royal City may have more useful weapons than active people. Its heritage is very rich."

"That is to say, if the Royal City sends a reinforcement team, it will be very difficult to deal with them."

When Fulilian thought of this, she was no longer sleepy. She understood the layout of the royal city of Rodel very well. From the map, it seemed that there were warlords fighting for power, but in fact, the Yatan Plateau still retained its suppressive power and should not be underestimated.

Gathering most of the high-quality weapons and forging stones was indeed a good idea, and it has maintained the hegemony of the Golden Dynasty to this day.

The King of Elden did have a good plan back then.

But it can't change the current situation:

The Southern Army is arming a huge siege team, including but not limited to catapults, siege cones, ladders, etc. They have even come up with various methods such as digging tunnels and excavating corners. They are determined to take the city down.

They knew very well that if they could not capture Stonewell City in a short period of time, they would be counterattacked and destroyed sooner or later.

must win.

At this point, he has completely stood on the opposite side of the demigod. In order to avoid a counterattack, he can only help Fulilian sit on the throne of the Fragment King.

Therefore, everyone started working hard and sweating early in the morning.

Even though last night's fun seemed quite free and unrestrained, everyone knew that it was the last chance to relax. After that, they would have to face a world-class super fortress no matter what, and a few lives would not be enough.

The commander, on the other hand, looked sleepy and relaxed, which might be considered too lazy under normal circumstances, but the soldiers who knew her only felt a rare sense of security.

It would be a disaster if even the optimistic boss got nervous.

Fulilian simply washed up.