Frillian in the Elden Ring

Even when she is in the game state, it does not affect her adherence to the daily routine. The ordinariness in busyness is the style advocated by elves.

Come to think of it, I haven't been back to the Elf Village for a while. If I can find a cloud save MOD this time, I'd go back and take a look. It would be great if I could find a powerful Elf magician to study soul magic with me...

"Greetings, sir."

Edgar greeted him respectfully and reminded him, "We just received news confirming Market's support."

"Who?"

"It is an evil omen under the King of Blessings, which caused the blood of heroes to flow in the Broken War."

"That sounds too general. Do you have any specific information?"

"Markit's swordsmanship is very strong, and she can also use magic that creates a massive rain of swords. She once injured General Latan of the Star Shattering during the Battle of Rodel, and is said to have pinned him to the ground at one point. In short, the difference between the two is probably not that big."

Even the usually brave and fearless Edgar had a serious expression and his eyes were full of fear, after all, there was a new demigod-level enemy.

It is true that the opponent may not fight with all his strength, but a person’s reputation is like the shadow of a tree, so we must be alert.

To be honest, he was not optimistic that the Sword of Destruction could compare to the Evil Omen Monster. No matter how he looked at it, the latter seemed to be more superior in all aspects, and was the best in the border area in terms of swordsmanship and magic.

What bad luck.

But as a knight, he will still fight to the end.

Edgar held on. Since he had chosen to follow, he would not be easily shaken by a powerful enemy. From another perspective, defeating worthy enemies would contribute to the stability of his rule. So he said solemnly:

"We are ready to fight Markit and his elite troops. Please mobilize the Fran Undead Squad to provide support..."

Fulilian didn't show any extra expression, but instead leaned on her hands and looked towards the city wall.

"That's strange. His aura shouldn't be so loose, and he doesn't have the special aura of the Great Rune... Maybe he's a clone or a puppet? Does similar technology exist in the border area?"

"I've heard of it, but I can't be sure without seeing it myself."

When this possibility was mentioned, Edgar's expression relaxed. Since it was pointless to worry, he might as well get back to work.

Regardless of whether he is a clone or not, he cannot intervene in the battle in the demigod realm. His top priority is to organize the siege troops and launch a thundering attack at any time.

She couldn't just sit there and do nothing.

Caution has always been Fulilian's rule of the game. After all, she has experienced too many plots and traps. Knowing that there is a strong enemy ahead, she has to investigate a little. What's more, she is responsible for the 20,000 Southern Army and must not fall into the trap.

When no one noticed, the silver-haired girl waved her scepter, and a ray of light fell from her head, making her body transparent and breathless.

In addition, he is used to suppressing his magical reactions, which allows him to be completely stealthy, and ordinary people cannot detect him at all.

Invisible body.

It's magic from the Dark Soul, so the time it takes to be rejected by the world is limited, and we have to race against time to explore the way forward.

"You actually still have this kind of trick hidden?"

Melina was slightly startled.

"A mage always has a few tricks up his sleeve, especially those outside of combat, which often have magical uses. Let's go, and come back quickly."

Fulilian made her way to the city wall.

As expected, the area was heavily guarded.

The main body of Stonewell City is already troublesome enough, but they also built an outer wall to leave a tunnel for people to pass through. Of course, this is not out of kindness, but to force you to pass through.

As expected, there were roadblocks every few steps, and there were even crossbows placed at the rear for crossfire coverage.

Anyone who dares to force their way in here will definitely become a sieve.

Difficult to handle.

Without even looking, she could imagine the various ways the players would die while tumbling. No, perhaps none of them had ever faced such a brutal attack and blockade.

It's hard to imagine how many troops would be needed to overcome this, just an outer wall. Could they really fill it with corpses? I'm afraid the defenders really thought so, letting the enemy's corpses actively block the tunnel, delaying the attack while they could charge down from the high ground.

In the invisible state, Fulilian couldn't help but feel nervous when passing through several directions. The design was very ingenious. If she attacked by force, she wondered how many corpses would be left behind.

She encountered no obstruction along the way because the soldiers were completely unaware that someone was passing by them.

It is worthy of being one of the essential magics for advancing maps.

They didn't even bother to look around, after all, the work at hand was already very troublesome.

Under the commander's orders, a large number of Grek soldiers, Kaidan mercenaries, exiled soldiers and zombies continued to reinforce the tunnel, clearly intending to create a pocket defense line that would devour countless lives.

It was so thorough that Fulilian had to consider one thing: Should I lead the charge and carve out a bloody path? Otherwise, the Southern Army would suffer heavy losses...

There was a sudden light ahead.

Suddenly, the view opened up and the tall city of Stonewell stood before me, standing tall in the strong wind, majestic and magnificent.

As expected of the former capital of the Storm King, there are whistling sounds in the air, constantly calling out something. It overlooks Nimgfu from the high cliffs, and its majesty is proclaimed in the wind.

It gives people a sense of déjà vu of the high walls of Lothric.

Previously, just looking at it from the outside, I couldn't understand the grandeur of this world-class fortress. It is more like a complex of buildings than a castle. It can be said to be a city standing on the Nimgfu Plateau overlooking the surrounding area.

No wonder the first king had to spend a lot of effort to conquer the Storm King's stronghold. It is indeed a tough nut to crack.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, a Son of Evil Omen, dressed in linen, appeared from a high tower somewhere in the city with a puzzled look on his face.

He first looked around vigilantly, as if he had discovered something unusual, then his eyes swept over the place where Fulilian had just been, but in the end he found nothing. Was it an illusion?

At the critical moment, the silver-haired girl rolled and hid behind a huge rock.

"Could he be Market?"

Unfortunately, the gaze was so intense that Fulilian couldn't look back for the time being, otherwise she would be tracked with just a glance.

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65

Chapter 65: If the infiltration fails, attack the enemy.

Exposed?

The original investigation turned into a head-on confrontation. Even Fulilian felt nervous, but fortunately she reacted in time and was not discovered immediately.

The Son of Evil Omen atop the tower possesses a powerful sense of perception. Not only is he gifted, he possesses a keen battlefield instinct. His exquisite skills should not be underestimated. It must be the Evil Omen demon, Markit, as the legend certainly aligns.

His magical reflexes are extraordinary, ranking among the best among all the opponents he has encountered so far.

Although Bernal and Granger were hiding their abilities to varying degrees, making it difficult for Fulilian to judge their full strength, it was certain that they were fully prepared for battle.

He actually guarded the goal for Greg?

Is it the appeal of the Golden Clan or the outstanding strength of the demigods?

It's difficult. Rodel's elite are guarding the front, Markit is scanning everywhere above, and more and more troops are gathering in the tunnel behind. However, the time of the invisible body is getting shorter and shorter.

With Fulilian's ability, she could certainly continue secretly, but she couldn't hide it from the top demigod-level strongmen.

Forget it.

Being entangled is not something that elves should do. Since it will be exposed sooner or later, why not take a look at the players' advice first? This is the biggest goal of this trip.

The silver-haired girl quietly peeked out from behind the boulder. From the player's perspective, she saw countless bloodstains on the ground. The various gestures of death were evident, clearly slain by the ominous demons. I wonder how many players have met their end here? And they also left a note:

I ran to the most conspicuous landmark at the beginning, but ended up getting beaten up.

[Exactly the same, so uncomfortable]

[Teacher Market, please teach me how to roll]

[Even rolling depends on timing. What's this fast and slow sword mechanism? You thought I was going to attack, but I slowed down a beat. You thought I was going to slow down a beat, but it turned out to be fast again.]

[I died 21 times before I passed it. I was lucky and managed to kill the enemy with only a little health left. Otherwise, I would have had to do it several more times.]

[I sincerely suggest that those who can't defeat the opponent get an item called "Prisoner's Gear"? Yes, it's "Markit's Prisoner's Gear" purchased from Patch's shop in Mongliu Cave. It can temporarily suppress the target.]

[Yes, the prisoner device will be useful later. No need to spoil the story. Anyway, if you buy one, it will reduce the difficulty later.]

Old acquaintance Patch?

When this name was mentioned, Fulilian remembered that she had seen it several times in the game. Although it was just a homonym, it felt strangely familiar. It was annoying but useful.

And a man who yelled "ROBERT" when he was defeated and fell.

Anyway, she doesn't understand why there is such an inexplicable connection. Even elves with a high sense of humor are often amused, giving people a sense of connection between different worlds and making them smile knowingly.

"It seems that you also have a key branch this time."

She had seen the markings for the Mengliu Cave, which was right next to Lake Yakir. Unfortunately, the army didn't have time to stay for long when it passed by, so they temporarily left it alone. She didn't expect there was someone she knew there.

However, the most urgent task is to find Market's flaws. Combining the player information, we have made many new discoveries:

[Be careful, there may be a large-scale sword rain after the sweeping action]

[Be careful with that magic hammer, the impact is very strong, I was pushed up.]

【Recommended for Master Kite Flying】

[There aren't many attack modules, but the fast and slow swords are very uncomfortable. This is the first time I've seen someone play like this. I'm not used to it yet. I'll play another game...]

After spending multiple rounds in the Royal City, I even felt a bit familiar with Mr. Markit. Returning to the battle in Stonewell City, his value is still rising. You are the true guardian of the tree.

[Cherish the one in front of you, send Markit away mercilessly, going to attack, shield poke flow]

[Note that the amulet belt will drop after the fight]

[It seems like we can still go to the Round Table Hall, but I don't know exactly when we can go there. Never mind. Let's fight our way through Stonewell City today and wait for my good news.]

Fulilian guessed that it was a boss character that was impossible to avoid or had high returns, and she always collected them all anyway.

She then carefully watched the player's death replay and roughly figured out Markit's attack moves. She just needed to reverse them and now she was fully prepared.

Fight or not?

Watching those players who are constantly challenging each other will inevitably ignite the desire to fight.

Rather than sneaking back and getting exposed halfway, it's better to go openly. The magic effect is almost over anyway, and the aura will be revealed no matter what. It's better to make a big fuss and open a path for the Southern Army.

Invisible body removed.

A mage girl with her upper body covered in silver armor appeared out of thin air, without a trace of her aura.

Fulilian appeared directly in the center of the camp and released her pressure without any concealment, which immediately made the surrounding Grek soldiers fall to the ground. Some even fled in a hurry and hid far away, not daring to look directly at them.

They never expected that the enemy would penetrate deep into their territory, and they immediately broke out in a sweat.

After calming down a little, he found that the silver-haired girl combed her hair, knocked on her armor to confirm the situation, and even took out the elixir to check it. She was alone from beginning to end.

"Don't worry, she's alone."

"Flillian the Faded, you dare to come to Stonewell City? You are dead, your head will be chopped off."

At this moment, the army surrounded them, with spears like a forest, shields like a wall, and crossbows adjusted to aim. Every route was blocked in three layers inside and outside, leaving no chance of escape.

The alarm bells sounded.

Of course, they showed full respect to the enemy commander, and asked the people on the city wall to draw their bows and aim their arrows, which was like a dragnet.

At the same time, the Storm Level also realized this. Their commander actually went there alone?

Fulilian had been so languid that morning, sleepier than anyone else, yet she had quietly marched straight in, completely disregarding any danger or difficulty, and had reached the city gate all by herself? This was simply...inspiring.

"Let's attack the city now. We'll meet up through the tunnel."

"The Soul Cinder King will guide us to victory!"

The Southern Army began to mobilize with high morale and rushed straight to Storm Hill. They did choose a good time because a large number of troops blocking the gate were aiming at Fulilian.

The risk of being attacked from behind is insignificant compared to the benefits of killing the enemy coach, so success is a must.

Therefore, Greg's soldiers chose to let the enemy on the other side attack first, and they would put all their efforts into encircling and suppressing the enemy leader. If all went well, the war would end immediately.

Everyone knew that without Fulilian's appeal, the rebels would surely collapse.

call!

Another countervailing aura suddenly rose. It was the ominous demon atop the tower, looking down at the silver-haired girl from above. The clash of their auras overwhelmed the raging wind, and everyone felt suffocated.

"O Faded One, manipulated by the fire of foolish ambition, you dream of obtaining the Ring of Elden?"

Before he finished speaking, he leaped up and suddenly fell to the ground, creating a deep pit. The impact force caused some soldiers to be blown away, and the feeling of oppression was very strong.