Frillian in the Elden Ring

After listening to the long speech, Fulilian fell into deep thought.

She immediately realized that this was a crucial piece of information, one that concerned a major incident at the border, and one she couldn't ignore as she was caught in the middle of it. Besides, investigating the truth was inherently fascinating, with countless details worth examining, such as Lani's motive for committing the crime.

"The Kalia forces actually have no choice. As you said, there are already forces from the Royal City intervening in Lake Lienia, and the relationship between gods and humans is inherently hostile."

"If the eldest prince Godwin becomes the next king, then the god will most likely emerge from among Marica, Michaela, or Malenia. The royal family of Kalia will suffer no good consequences. Instead, they will be increasingly marginalized, and even face another golden conquest and inevitable war."

"Might as well launch the Black Blade Night."

"Although much information remains unclear, Lani likely had a motive for committing the crime, and conflicts had been building up for a long time."

"From an outsider's perspective, I think the Moon Princess is very smart and a strategist."

In real life, Fulilian had heard too many stories about the division of territories and the fights over inheritance rights often resulted in bloody battles. It was not surprising that the internal strife in the Golden Dynasty, which was so large, felt like the end of the world.

The royal city of Rodel is a great regime. Precisely because of its greatness, it can unleash terrifying power when it suffers a fatal wound, and it is still alive.

"Your evaluation is very objective."

As a resident of the border area, Melina has the right to blame Lani for causing the civil unrest, but from the perspective of the Faded Ones, it doesn't matter.

Rather, if the Fragment Kings hadn't fought each other, how could a mere Faded One have the opportunity to lay hands on the Ring? In troubled times, heroes emerge, and the situation provides them with a stage to shine.

"And I think the Golden Dynasty's system has inherent hidden dangers."

"what?"

"Those not blessed by gold are naturally enemies. A dynasty can, of course, suppress them day after day, year after year, throughout its life cycle. But you will perish here sooner or later. If the Ring is truly perfect, it shouldn't have malfunctioned due to the deaths of Godwin and Lani. Furthermore, Goddess Marica's every move is full of strangeness, with many inconsistencies that don't stand up to scrutiny."

Although Fulilian didn't dare to jump to conclusion, it was easy for her to list the doubts. It was because you yourself were not clean.

The night of the Black Knife was full of conspiracy, with everyone harboring their own agenda. In addition, the conflicts that had existed before erupted at once, and eventually the mountains and rivers collapsed.

Even so, it survived, which is not easy for a dynasty that lasted for thousands of years.

The long years are worthy of awe.

"...You're right. I've been thinking about this a lot over the years. There are many things about Black Knife Night that don't make sense. It's as if there's a huge hand behind the scenes influencing everything."

Beyond her mission, Melina was curious about what had happened to that great, prosperous dynasty to become what it was today? It shouldn't be this way. Was it Lani's conspiracy, Malika's ring-smashing, or the kings' infighting that was to blame?

Perhaps there is a mastermind behind this who is more worthy of revenge.

"Don't worry, I'm just as curious. Let's investigate together. History may drown out the truth, but the truth is always there."

"Don't worry about it, Lady Fulilian. Just get some rest."

"Good night."

After studying the ashes mechanism, the silver-haired girl yawned. Most elves like to sleep because a day passes in the blink of an eye. It is a simple and efficient way to kill time, and it is refreshing.

Although theoretically you don’t need to rest if you are physically strong enough, sleeping is a culture.

"Good night to you too. I'll keep watch."

Melina released her revealed form, which consumed very little energy for her spirit, and she could also pay attention to any movement around her.

Fulilian, who finally had some free time, took a short nap.

But should I say I felt insecure in a new environment? It wasn't long before I woke up, feeling uneasy. I blamed myself for the game's magic being too real, making it impossible to transition quickly into everyday life.

She sat up and looked around. There were little lights coming from the dilapidated Ailey Church, including the fluttering of fireflies and the golden light cast by the golden tree.

Very beautiful.

There's a legend of a half-century-long meteor shower in the real world. I wonder how it compares to the Junction?

Looking back towards the Chapel of the Kings, it had already disappeared on the horizon. Even though I had been advancing very carefully and slowly, I still covered quite a distance, a clear sign of vastness. It had been a short day, but it had been incredibly fulfilling, even the fatigue accumulated from my lazy life had vanished.

The elf is most afraid of boredom. In fact, it is easy to get tired after a long game of magic. Fortunately, she has ways to relieve boredom.

As long as you concentrate, Fulilian's perspective will show a lot of advice that only she can see, for example, one of them says: The blue-skinned four-handed monster in front drops the Soul Summoning Bell.

I almost laughed.

This description of Lani is indeed quite appropriate, and according to some people's revelations, the attack on the Moon Princess may have caused the side quest to be cut off.

Indeed, we should proceed with caution and explore carefully.

In addition, there are "I am Lani's Blade", "There is love ahead", "Remember to complete the side quest to obtain the heirloom Moonlight Greatsword", "This NPC cannot be attacked". Most of them are crazy, but there are always elements in between that cannot be ignored.

For example, regarding the unattackable NPC Freelian, we have discussed it with online players before. In essence, she is untouchable and has no feedback, but she can definitely be attacked.

I've been playing the game for so long and have never encountered an unattackable target, and I can kill them all.

Strange.

Why do people have different experiences even though they are playing in the same game world?

I often have similar questions, but exhausting myself with questions is not the style of an elf, so Fulilian went back to sleep and had to get up early tomorrow to go to the front of the level.

Should I be able to get up early?

……

PS

Thanks to book friend UC又震惊了 for the reward.

Chapter 9 Sleeping in

Islay Church, golden trees in the sky, bright sunshine at noon.

Fulilian turned over and continued to sleep soundly. She was not worried at all about the zombie monsters that occasionally wandered around. Her face looked peaceful and she must have had a good dream.

On the contrary, the pressure she exuded while she slept made them afraid to look directly at her, and they all chose to take a detour. This must be a killing god, don't provoke it easily, more trouble is worse than less.

"Still sleeping!"

Melina, who had been waiting for a long time, raised her eyebrows. Although she was not impatient, the Fader should at least be punctual.

Last night he had vowed to conquer the front of the checkpoint and conduct an inspection, but now he acts as if it’s none of his business.

Should I shoulder the responsibility of a witch and push my companions? But she's not a real witch, so constantly pushing them isn't good for the relationship? After just one day of interaction, I can't confirm Fulilian's personality...

While I was thinking, the other person turned over and wrapped himself in the quilt like a spring roll.

Her silver hair had long been scattered in her unrestrained sleeping posture, full of split ends and curls, but it did not affect her sleep quality at all.

Anyone who dares to do this at the border is indeed a strong person.

"There's someone here!"

Suddenly, several Grek soldiers appeared on the path at the other end of the church. They had received a report from their informant: the Great Tree Guard, who had guarded the Marquis King's Chapel for many years and killed many Faded Ones, had been killed by a newcomer. So they rushed to investigate without stopping, only to discover a strange face.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Melina quickly pushed Fulilian, but the latter remained unmoved.

"Wake up." She slapped his cheek harder and harder. "Greck's soldiers are coming. If they catch you, you'll have your limbs dissected, even if you don't die."

After some urging, the silver-haired girl sat up sleepily and looked around blankly.

boom!

The soul arrow magic bombarded the soldier squad, blowing them to pieces and turning some of them into ashes and runes on the spot.

Confused as she was, she couldn't be vague in her attack. Fulilian, a seasoned Souls-based gamer, appeared relaxed on the surface, but in reality, she had already deployed various early warning and countermeasures, with attack speed being paramount and firepower coverage being paramount.

She stood up and swept the staff across again. Naturally, these soldiers had no power to resist and were killed outside the church before they could even see clearly.

The Soul Arrow from the world of "Dark Souls" is astonishingly fast in Frellian's hands. It is very effective in clearing out the mobs, and in the blink of an eye, the enemies fall down like wheat being cut.

"Why so fast?"

From the beginning to the end, they didn't understand why a simple beam of magic power had such lethality.

Feeling the rune flowing into her body, Fulilian yawned. Seeing that she was about to catch up on some sleep, Melina quickly spoke up to stop her:

"The death of the tree guard yesterday has already alerted the army. While the garrison hasn't completely sealed off the area, let's go light up the blessing in front of Stonewell City. If we can teleport, it will be much easier to move."

"Wait a moment, I have to clean up."

After saying that, the elf girl began to slowly check her luggage and comb her hair. Her movements were so slow and methodical. Now she understood that this fader was a slow person.

"I'll help you."

Helpless Melina picked up a comb to comb Frillian's hair and accidentally touched her long pointed ears.

"I wanted to ask you before, do you have any mixed blood? Of course, if you are not comfortable talking about it, then just pretend I didn't ask."

"By the standards of the Borderland, I'd say I have a special bloodline. My race is called an elf, and the characteristics are as you can see. My gifts are a long lifespan and adaptability to magic, which shouldn't be considered remarkable in the Borderland."

"Elves? They should be a race outside the border area like the rare people, right?"

Melina said as she combed her hair more carefully, as if she were protecting some rare animal.

Is it really right to take care of myself like this? It's hard to say. Never mind, just think of it as a way to reach the foot of the golden tree as soon as possible.

Experiencing the touch, Fulilian couldn't help but think: It's restored as always, even bringing sleepiness along, and the sleeping ability of her game magic is more comfortable than before.

In reality, she seemed to be sleeping, which was not unusual among the elves, but in dream magic, continuing to sleep was unusual, even a little scary.

A dream within a dream!

This was quite profound in the realm of magic, a profound realm worthy of study, but she had already adapted to it.

Sleeping well means your gaming magic becomes stronger.

The two of them prepared to set off after a brief preparation. Flillian whistled, and the spirit horse Torret appeared. She climbed onto the horse and sat firmly, then extended her hand to the one-eyed girl beside her and said with a smile:

"Melina, didn't you say yesterday that you would sit behind me? Let's go together."

"Then let's go."

She adjusted her cloak slightly and sat sideways behind Fulilian, feeling the two petite torets neigh with their heads held high, and then ran at full speed.

This is the first time he has been so enthusiastic since leaving his previous master, Michaela, and he feels honored to go to the battlefield with the Faded Ones.

Even with the spirit horse's strength of double jumping in the air, it took a long time to run across the vast border area before it could vaguely see the smoke rising from the cooking stove.

Fulilian gained a new appreciation for the vastness of the borderland.

Calculating the speed and the golden tree as a reference point roughly indicates that it's comparable to a real continent, with both sides being evenly matched. Therefore, the Shard King Greg's actual rule over the radiation zone is comparable to a kingdom, the former Golden Dynasty being an empire that unified most of the land.

To become the King of Elden means to rule over this land. It is not only a matter of power, but also a challenge in governance. The first king must have been a hero.

The first king was Ge Fulei.

Gwyn, the First Lord.

The two seem to be somewhat related, perhaps because of the similarity of heroic deeds.

While thinking, Fulilian also cleaned up the monsters along the way, not worrying about the ecological damage caused by killing too much. According to her observation, sleeping is similar to a refresh mechanism. Weak monsters will reappear and there is no need to pity them.

In this case, I would seize every opportunity to level up and strive to make the mage character of the world of "Elden Circle" take shape as soon as possible.

In fact, she has never allowed the complete game character to be superimposed 100% on the main body over the years. It is too strong and easy to be overwhelmed, so she should use runes to strengthen it as much as possible.

How powerful would it be if various independent passenger areas were stacked one day?

"Shut up!"

Suddenly, Flillian grabbed the reins, and Torrett immediately stopped and, quite humanly, began to tiptoe. The answer was simple: they were almost there. True to its name, the checkpoint was filled with a large number of Grek's soldiers, hundreds at a glance.

The important thing is that they are not on the same level as the servants just now. They are well-equipped and often wear full body armor. In reality, they are considered luxury units.

What's more, some of them are tall, holding huge shields and long weapons, and have trained wolfhounds with the ability to search for enemies.

The regular army units at the border area appeared in front of Fulilian for the first time.

Chapter 10 World Shooting Range Level Front

It finally looks a bit like a military unit.

Most of the people Fulilian had seen so far were just rotten fish and shrimp, and could not represent the grassroots level of organized military forces in the border area. Now she could finally refer to one or two.

Regardless of era, the military embodies the highest level of a civilization's capabilities. This encompasses not only technical expertise but also crucial factors like organization, discipline, and the quality of its personnel, representing a multiplier of the social fabric.

Of course, some of the soldiers were neither human nor ghost, and it was all because of the problem with the golden tree.

She used magic to observe everything from a distance.

"So they killed a large number of the Faded? Indeed, an organized siege by this unit's standards would be quite dangerous."