Frillian in the Elden Ring

Since they have clearly provoked the forces of the royal city of Rodel, there is no way to retreat. They must occupy Nimgfu in one go and reproduce the tenacity of the Storm King in the past.

At this moment, several soldiers stood on the city wall, looking out, ready to throw down rolling logs and rocks.

The crystal scattering that was activated again continued to suppress them.

I'm almost traumatized. Why hasn't this move ended yet? How much magic power is left to squander? The Grek soldiers were filled with fear of Fulilian, not daring to look directly at the figure approaching the city.

"Leave the top of the city wall to me. Break down the gate as quickly as possible, but don't rush in. Destroy the door frame according to the outline I just destroyed."

The charge began with a sense of security. The troops of both sides fought fiercely across a gate, and roars rose one after another.

"charge--"

Compared to the siege cone, the pile of blood and flesh will probably crush the city gate first.

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67

Chapter 67 Players’ sharp comments on Greg.

The city of Stonewell was in chaos.

Soldiers were constantly falling from the city walls. If they fell inward, they would even kill friendly soldiers blocking the gate. The rain of blood, flesh and steel caused more deaths.

However, this loss could not be stopped, as terrifying magic continued to be emitted from above:

Crystalline scattering.

So far, they have been helpless and can only watch as Fulilian suppresses the entire front wall with her own strength. The ominous demons that can stop her are repelled, and a mage who is good at legion warfare is completely liberated.

The defenders had originally prepared various means to deal with flying units, including dragon-shooting crossbows, elevated crossbows, and longbow squads, but all of them were in vain.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't guess that the enemy used magic to suppress the city walls.

The gap between the strong men in the border area is indeed huge. The Demon Sword of Destruction, which has lost its opponent's combat power, is still increasing its damage.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a flying dragon climbed up the city wall, spewing flames from its mouth, causing dozens of soldiers to howl in agony.

What was coming finally came. The officers guessed that the continued suppressive fire was intended to create opportunities for the flying dragons, but they were powerless to stop them. Most of the dragon-shooting crossbows had been destroyed, and now they could only watch as one behemoth after another ran wildly.

The wide city walls became an ideal battlefield. They just had to use all four limbs and crawl madly while spewing fire. The flames would clear away obstacles and their bodies would push the soldiers away.

The unfortunate ones were squeezed together until they fell.

Some winged hybrids also rushed in, holding kerosene and pouring it down from overhead. Then a spark was enough to ignite an area within a radius of ten meters.

"withstand!"

The defenders were not to be outdone and deployed the fat and heavily armored Son of Evil Omen, wielding his battle axe to hold off the dragon.

The gate area of Stonewell City became the most intense battlefield. Both sides sent their main forces into the meat grinder, killing people around every inch of the city wall. Once they stopped, they would die.

Troops were continuously transported to the city walls, while another part set up fortifications on both sides of the road, preparing for fighting in the narrow space inside the city.

Gatekeeper Gotok was one of the lucky few who managed to evacuate safely.

Anyway, he is just a soldier with no special skills, so let the regular army fight.

A group of slightly zombified people, including himself, were responsible for carrying supplies and delivering as many weapons and equipment as possible to the city walls. Yes, the situation was so serious that supply lines had to be built even inside the castle.

"Why doesn't Lord Greg go to battle?"

"Idiot, it's not time yet. We can't let these rebels deplete your Highness's strength. Our target is the rebel leader."

"As a demigod, I shouldn't be able to change the battlefield alone, even destroying the Demon Sword..."

No matter how confused they were, the zombies, who were often unconscious, had no time to think and could only follow orders numbly, but even those in the city could not escape the disaster.

Breath of flames!

Suddenly, a flying dragon leaped out of the city wall and opened its bloody mouth. The flames spread all over the city. A large number of soldiers turned into firewood, which in turn ignited a larger-scale fire.

Then a spear pierced the behemoth with astonishing speed. The simple weapon's force alone sent the flying dragon crashing outside the city wall.

The sound of people falling to the ground represented the chaos of the Southern Army.

When people looked back, they saw a Crucible Knight still in the throwing posture, with a strong wind blowing around him.

"He actually knocked down the flying dragon with one strike!"

"Don't just lament. Hurry and reinforce the defenses. Our goal is to intercept them in sections and finally allow Lord Greg to kill the rebel leader."

"As ordered."

The Crucible Knights' impressive performance was inspiring, and many soldiers worked even harder. After all, they had warriors behind them who had followed the first king across the world during the Golden Conquest Period, so dealing with a mere Faded One was no problem.

However, Gotok still worked hard with a sullen face, and his work became increasingly passive.

What's the point of all this trouble? Regardless of whether Greg or Flillian wins, it's ultimately your own life, so it's best to stay hidden.

He even wished the arrogant demigod would be toppled from his saddle and trampled underfoot by the rebels. It wasn't about any conflict of interest; he simply wanted to witness the desecration of the Golden Clan.

The city of Stonewell is probably not defensible.

As a gatekeeper, I know very well that once such a strong city wall is damaged, it is difficult to repair it, and the rebels will not give you any chance when fighting in a group.

The other Crucible Knight in command on the scene was also aware of this.

"Pass on my order to detach 1000 troops to guard the strongholds inside the city and prepare to meet the enemy's charge."

He had followed the former King of Elden to conquer countless cities, destroy countless fortresses, and even raze them to the ground. He knew from experience that the gate of Stonewell City could not hold out for too long, especially after Fulilian's fierce attack just now.

Crunch!

The twisting steel made a teeth-grinding sound, and the iron fence that had just been put up broke and deformed. Seeing this, dozens of soldiers, including a Son of Evil Omen, leaned against it with their bodies.

The next moment, the siege cone crashed down with a loud bang, and the first hit sent several skinny soldiers flying.

The second time, come again——

The continuous beat and the increasingly exciting shouts and cries of killing were the result of the hungry southern army's hope to capture the largest main city of Nimgfu.

"Everyone, push hard, open it quickly, three, two, one, up!"

"I will never let you in. Go to hell."

The two sides engaged in close combat around an iron gate, almost wrestling through the fence. Long weapons could no longer be used, so they used daggers, stones and even teeth to fight. The only thought in their mind was victory.

Someone grabbed the other person's head and slammed it against the door frame, someone else's arm was grabbed and twisted in the other direction...

The first turning point appeared on the walls of Stonewell City. It was the Fran Undead Squad that climbed up first, easily killed the Son of Evil Omen, and then jumped into the city to kill.

Their entry caused many soldiers to lose their fighting spirit and run away, and word spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred.

The city wall fell.

The Crucible Knight raised his shield and sword, locking onto the Farran Undead, faintly sensing a sense of resonance between them. The latter leaped down the wall with great strides and came to the inner side, a life-or-death struggle between the two sides imminent.

There would no longer be any rolling logs and rocks from above to affect the siege cone team, so now they had no worries and worked together.

"Everyone count down to three together--"

Before the leading officer could finish speaking, a mad goblin charged towards them.

boom!

The city gate, unable to bear the weight, finally broke. For the Southern Army, they were just barely alive after being knocked unconscious. The defenders on the crushed side were immediately turned into meat paste and were completely wiped out.

The first group of people who entered the city were immediately met with a hail of arrows, and before they had time to rejoice, they became stepping stones for the army in the rear.

"Everyone enter the city and fight."

Both sides understood that the most brutal narrow-space street fighting was coming.

To be honest, Flillian, who had lived in the elf village for hundreds of years, had never seen the grand scene of a city falling.

Even if you include the games, the generally declining Souls-like worlds don't have many decent fortress battles. I wonder if Ashina Castle counts? I arrived in the second half.

In any case, she personally took charge of this situation.

woo-

Amid the sound of melodious trumpets, the Southern Army rushed through the city gate in one go, fearlessly charging in the face of a hail of arrows. The friendly forces occupying the city walls provided support from a high position, allowing each unit to barely gain a foothold.

"Sir, we have fulfilled our mission and have broken into the city."

Edgar reports.

"Then it's time for us to set off."

These words were meant more for Melina, the witch who would witness the Faded One's first battle against the Demigods, and the resurgence of great waves after many years.

"Wait a minute, have you recovered yet? I don't think we can defeat Greg with our current preparations."

Ever since the battle with Markit, Freellian's legion-level magic output hadn't stopped. They'd finally had a moment to breathe when the city wall fell, but now they were being forced into battle again. It was unsettling.

However, the silver-haired girl prepared for a series of gains on the spot.

"We can't delay any longer. We're on an expedition. Enemies could appear in the rear at any time under Greg's command. We must deal with them as soon as possible."

"I support your judgment. Okay, then let the main force of Moren City pave the way for you."

"You two can join the siege team to reduce casualties. Also, I'll leave my people to you."

"As ordered."

Fulilian looked at the Black Blade Assassin and the Ancient Hero Samir, and both agreed that it was unreasonable to let these two fight the demigods. It would be more appropriate to incorporate them into the siege team and retain the grassroots troops.

Moreover, intelligence indicates the existence of the Crucible Knights.

They've already appeared. The Faran Undead are now facing two Crucible Knights, engaged in a fierce battle. It's still quite stressful. I'm afraid I'll have to activate the Cinder King form soon, which will be exciting.

She warned, "Pay special attention to the damage caused by the battlefield within the city. Just control the front line. Only then can I perform without any worries."

After giving the order, the group quickly entered the city of Stonewell.

Devastated.

The towering city that Fulilian once admired was now lying prostrate and crying at her feet. Blood had stained the bricks of the wall red, and there were wails in the wind. The steps were no longer visible, and corpses had formed a road.

She has seen too many similar scenes, but she has not created many of them with her own hands, which is really touching.

There was no clear-cut battle to speak of in the city. There was no coordination, let alone formation. No matter how careful the arrangements were before the battle, now there were only fights in groups of two or three.

The most intense battle was the one between the Fran Undead Squad and the two Crucible Knights. Every move they made caused a strong wind, cracked the earth, and shook the city walls. It was hard to imagine the terrifying power contained in that body.

In their eyes, this man was agile, his swordsmanship was vigorous and exquisite, and he also possessed the thorny trait of immortality.

The power of the furnace collides with the power of wolf blood.

The confrontation between the two sides seemed to have reached the realm of divine creatures, surpassing ordinary heroes and enough to intervene in the demigod battlefield.

Boom!

Their fighting alone caused most of the destruction, leaving only broken walls and ruins.

That's why the Crucible Knight was frightened. He originally thought that the two of them were enough to stop most of the rebels, but now he is fighting back and forth with the Fran Undead Squad. They are a tough nut to crack and difficult to deal with.

I didn't expect that the Faded One would have gathered such powerful people under his command, enough to be called the overlord of a region. I'm afraid Greg is in danger.

One of the Crucible Knights suddenly rushed towards the silver-haired girl, but with a crisp clang, the agile Fran warrior handed over his sword, forcing him to block with his shield.

The sharp wind blew on Fulilian's cheeks, but she walked up the stairs from the side without being moved.

"I believe you, just go ahead."

With the protection of the Fran Undead Corps, the Crucible Knights had to watch the enemy leave.

Oh no.

Seeing is believing. After witnessing the true appearance of the Demon Sword of Destruction, they felt the vastness within that body. It was exaggeratedly powerful, and its majestic aura was like that of the first king who conquered the world in the past... How should Greg respond with his strength?

However, there was no time to think about how things were developing, because at this moment the power of the Fran Undead Squad was concentrated on the captain, and the aura was even more terrifying.

"Are we going to watch a golden heir fall today?"

"Just do your best first."

The captain's fierce attack left them no time to think. The swung sword whipped up a storm of fire, its power immense. It was comparable to an ancient dragon, and they had to be handled with caution.

I don’t know how young I am, but I didn’t expect that I would have to give my all in the Nimgfu area, which is known as the weakest, after a long time.

The three-way collision took away all the sounds on the field, leaving only the pure contest, with swords flashing and the sky and the earth dark. This battle will determine who can cross the front line and go deep into the castle.