Frillian in the Elden Ring

Flillian pulled the Sword Skeleton Greatsword out of the head of a giant wolf monster.

"…The connection seems to have been lost."

As long as they kill enough and fast enough, they can block the enemy's battlefield vision without being exposed. Now the demons have no choice but to move forward.

She glanced back at the numerous monster corpses. It turned out that the soul killing and the Crimson Corruption's defense-breaking and quick-killing abilities were very successful. Their efficiency was top-notch among known real-world magics, and they were all controllable.

However, the demons are better test subjects, so we can just wait for them to come to us, and leave the monsters to the village.

81

Chapter 81 Defeat the demon invaders.

Fulilian did not intend to fight head-on at the beginning. The reason was simple: there was an 80% chance that the elf village would be affected.

Her magical perception enveloped the enemy first, and she knew very well that there were several enemies among them that could cause large-scale destruction. She had to kill them first, or at least reduce their number, and defeat them one by one for the sake of safety.

It's time to return to stealth combat after a long absence.

She raised her staff and simultaneously used her invisible body, mimicking her natural form, and then restrained all her magical energy. Even a perceptive magician would have no chance of detecting her before the battle...

Middle of the forest.

"Something's wrong."

Suddenly, Azalt extended his hand to signal a halt to the march. "The miasma is getting thicker, even our magical perception is being weakened."

He frowned and looked around vigilantly but found nothing.

The adjutant replied, "According to intelligence, this area is shrouded in thick miasma year-round. Even the most daring merchants avoid it, only occasionally exchanging goods during good seasons. That's how the rumor of an elf village came about."

"Whether or not there are elves, there should at least be a large number of monsters and the like. The environment is very suitable for their growth."

"And now you can control fewer and fewer puppets, right?"

"really."

"I'm not asking you to agree, idiot. If it's suitable for growth, why can't we see it? There's only one possibility: there's a certain overlord who's been clearing out their territory year after year, preventing these creatures from growing. Therefore, we haven't encountered many obstacles."

The demons came to their senses after hearing these words. Logically, they should have seen all kinds of monsters, especially after the fire, there should have been chaos, but in the end, there was complete silence.

Those escaped birds and beasts are not counted.

Powerful monsters will sense the threat immediately. If they encounter a group of aggressive magicians, they should try to avoid them as much as possible, or simply attack them if they are enraged. In any case, a fight should have started long ago.

What's strange is that the team hasn't had any encounters so far. It doesn't make sense. There must be something unusual about this forest.

"Is there a possibility that the dragon ate the monster and then went into hibernation?"

"maybe."

"No, even though those guys were sound asleep, they should have woken up long ago with such a big commotion. Besides, with so many of us having magical reactions, a monster that can't sense danger won't rule an area."

Azart denied a conjecture.

Don't be fooled by the fact that there are only a dozen or so demons present. In fact, each of them is a skilled fighter. For the widely scattered ethnic groups, they are undoubtedly an army.

The ability to mobilize an army of this size really depends on the Demon King's endorsement, which ultimately gave rise to this hunt, and they did gain something: they had injured the elf before and deliberately let it escape.

Obviously he is running in this direction, that's right.

That's why it's so strange, why are they so patient? Logically speaking, they should have come forward a long time ago.

Obviously, all the clues point to the answer, but interference factors keep appearing, making people unsure. No matter how much they think about it, it seems weird, but there is no more evidence.

Azart finally gave the order: "Spread out and search, and keep in touch."

He hesitated. Should he split up his forces? Was that the right thing to do? But then he thought, since they hadn't encountered any lethal threats so far, it would be better to expand the search area. As long as they were fast enough, they could gather immediately if they heard any movement. It didn't matter.

"As ordered."

The demons marched aggressively into the depths.

After separating, they continued to move forward. Only an adjutant and a soldier followed him. The three of them broke branches under their feet. The bushes in front of them became more and more dense, and they had to set fire to them from time to time.

The reason why we didn't fly was because we were afraid of being discovered in advance. There must be magicians among the elves, so it's better to be careful.

Using explosions to ignite wildfires is already a dangerous proposition.

If he had a clear understanding of the battlefield environment, he wouldn't have been so reckless. It was this lack of judgment that made him tense and relaxed at times, causing his tactical execution to fluctuate...

While Azalt was thinking, the first demons to enter the depths of the jungle were already surrounded by thick fog.

"That's strange. It shouldn't be this foggy."

He was puzzled and blew a gust of wind in annoyance. Sure enough, an ancient tree trunk appeared in front of him.

However, the next moment, the bark twisted into a human shape, and the sharp edge was extended before anyone could see clearly.

Click!

Revealing her true form, Fulilian stabbed the demon through the heart. This was effective because the soul magic attack had already disrupted the defensive barrier, allowing even ordinary weapons to penetrate unimpeded and kill the demon. Still unsure, she used a wisp of crimson, corrupted magic to completely annihilate the enemy. An Ionian flower blossomed, its petals fluttering and falling, solidifying the corpse.

It took a while for it to completely disappear. Its death was so beautiful and gorgeous that it seemed to attract other of the same kind to come closer.

The killing efficiency is really fast.

And it was silent. Experiments proved that her fighting method was correct. She used the two attributes of soul and corruption to quickly break the defense, and then killed with weapons.

"Let's keep it this way and kill a few more."

After witnessing the demon corpses on the ground turn into ashes, Fulilian disappeared and blended into the natural background.

This method isn't magical at all, but that doesn't matter; everything is practical. On the contrary, the demons, due to the law of the jungle, must constantly display their magical powers, making them like a beacon in the misty forest. So, don't be polite.

The Azalt team continued to advance, but they became increasingly relaxed. Since the scattered personnel hadn't made any noise, it meant there was no danger in the forest...

"Someone!"

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the dense fog. They hurried over, only to discover it was a demon. A scarlet flower blossomed before it, and aside from a fatal heart wound, its body bore no trace of any struggle. The killer had clearly been swift, accurate, and ruthless, a single, clean, and decisive strike.

"Shouldn't you be exploring westward? Why are you ahead of us?"

Before he could finish his words, the demon suddenly fell to the ground with a plop. The next moment, he turned into ashes from head to toe. Before he could get a closer look, he melted into the wind and disappeared, leaving no clues.

Its sudden behavior put several people on high alert, thinking it was an omen, and they deployed defensive barriers.

"Everyone, be on guard. Be careful of sneak attacks."

Gah!

Their frantic movements caused no reaction except to scare away a few crows. Even Azalt felt a chill. Even though the three of them were on guard in all directions, they had no idea what was happening and had no choice but to take the risk and come to the scene of death.

"...There's residual magic, so it must have been the magician who killed him. But how did he do it so quietly without leaking any trace of his presence?"

"General, could it be an attack from an undiscovered special monster?"

"Impossible! The elite pursuers I selected wouldn't be wiped out by a mere foolish monster. Even if they lost, they would definitely leave a clue."

"That's strange."

The investigation was once again interrupted. Clearly, there had been casualties, but no concrete progress had been made. It was a complete waste of lives. This result infuriated the demons, especially the commander.

Why would there be so much trouble in just one exploration and pursuit?

Azart said in a deep voice, "Notify everyone to assemble immediately. We will stay where we are. Hurry."

Fortunately, the thick fog did not restrict the spread of magical information. As long as communication is within a certain range, there will be no problem... Logically speaking, it is correct, but there was no response after the message was sent.

After all, he was a soldier, so he should have replied. But the lack of any echo in this forest was rather eerie. It had devoured so many voices, and the lives behind them. The worst-case scenario was the utter demise of the scattered demons. How could that be? They weren't just a few random people; they shouldn't have been killed silently. But the corpses just now contradicted that.

"There is no news at the moment."

The adjutant's expression gradually became serious.

"The forest doesn't reject sound, it also swallows it. In other words, can it distort or even tamper with our information at will? Magical messages are unreliable. Don't count on them. There's a powerful team counter-encircling us, or maybe it's just one person."

"Elves?"

"I don't know. The worst thing is that we've fallen into the enemy's trap. We don't even know how many enemies there are."

Azalt, who had fought all his life, had never experienced such a frustrating situation. He was like a lamb to be slaughtered, left to the enemy to be slaughtered.

"The worst-case scenario is that they're all dead. Since the enemy dared to do this, they'd definitely leave no one alive. For now, let's consider our strategy as the only ones left."

"I'll activate the puppet now."

The adjutant summoned all the monsters under his control and attacked deep into the forest. This was his unique magic. Although it was not good at frontal combat, it was undoubtedly suitable for a pursuit battle.

The price is a high consumption of mana, but now is not the time to consider this, as the offensive and defensive forces are different.

Another warrior stood guard at the side, always on guard against assassins.

The three continued forward, maintaining contact. As expected, there was no movement. Furthermore, the monsters were also being decimated. As many as they released died, completely within the enemy's kill range. Therefore, numbers were meaningless.

Oops.

After such a long period of no news, it is basically confirmed that he has died. At the very least, he is unable to participate in the battle. It is no exaggeration to say that he has to fight alone. Why did it inexplicably turn out to be the current situation?

"Wait a minute, my puppets have found traces of a village in the deepest part of the fog and have already engaged in a battle. It's the elves!"

"No need to remind us, we're here."

Azalt suddenly realized that the scene ahead was gradually becoming clearer. The fog and illusion had dissipated, and the camp seemed to appear out of thin air. It was so fragile that it might have shattered in a single explosion, but in reality, it was surrounded by a barrier. It was a low-level barrier, but it was guarded by the strongest.

In front of the door stood a dusty silver-haired girl, holding a staff in one hand and a long sword in the other, her body stained with the blood of more than a dozen demons.

Could it be that the entire elite team was wiped out by this person alone?

The murderer has arrived.

It didn't matter how many people she killed. What mattered was that the magic power as thin as green smoke finally stopped restraining and suddenly spread out. Its diameter almost covered the village and enveloped everyone, vast and boundless.

The worst case scenario finally happened. Is there a magician from the Age of Gods who is as powerful as Bilia hiding in the Elf Village?

……

Fierce fighting was taking place at the camp gate.

The puppets controlled by the demons were frantically attacking the barrier, while the elves within it were casting spells and launching rain of arrows. The one-way defense line made these monsters miserable, and they soon fell down in droves like wheat being cut.

But the next moment it got up again and fought to the death. Unless the flesh was completely destroyed, the puppet would remain eager to fight.

This battlefield ignored the confrontation in front of the main road because it was very clear there and one could get the general idea by just looking at the endless magic power.

"You killed my people?"

Now Azalt only had fear of Flillian.

"Yes, as for keeping you here, I have something to ask: How many people know about this pursuit? What is the Demon King's specific attitude? Based on your demon intelligence network, does anyone know where Celie is?"

The silver-haired girl spoke out her request in a fluent manner, causing Azart to sneer.

"You know very well I won't tell you."

"It's okay. I'm asking you to remember these questions in advance. I'll beat you half to death later, and then give you a glimmer of hope, and you'll tell me everything. You demons are actually the most eager to survive race in the world, so you can definitely help me."

"Even though I know you'll kill me if I tell you? I still need to cooperate with you for a chance?"

"It's a good topic, right?"

Such a cold and exploratory statement made the demons feel a chill down their spines. This attitude was not like treating an intelligent being like themselves, but rather like treating them as raw material.

The humans who were slaughtered before viewed the demons this way, and now they are viewed this way by the elves. It turns out to be really terrifying...

puff!

Suddenly, the warrior beside him spat out a mouthful of blood. A long sword pierced his throat from behind. No, three swift, indistinct blows pierced his brain, throat, and heart. As his body crumbled to ash, the petite, crouching figure of a silver-haired girl was revealed.

No, is it the same person? At this moment, the guard at the camp gate disappeared.

From the very beginning, it was a mimicking phantom, and the shock of huge magic power made everyone ignore the hidden person and kill the warriors with poor compatibility first.

No matter how strong one's physical fitness is, one will die if he is hit by a series of ninja executions. After all, the demons are not divine beings with special immortality, and they disappeared immediately.

She pulled away before Azart could react.

"Asshole, a magician like you actually hid your magic power and used it as a deception, sneak attack and backstab. How despicable and shameless."

"Are you done scolding?"

With a light tap of Fulilian's staff, a circle of shining swords was generated, and at the same time, defensive barriers, protection and other means were all superimposed, moving and moving in front of everyone in a colorful manner.

After a surprise attack, he lost the desire to attack, as if waiting for the opponent to make a move.

A magician's combat requires speed, accuracy and ruthlessness, and victory or defeat may be decided in an instant. It will be even more troublesome if she encounters magic with an unsolvable curse. Therefore, her combat style in reality is to have a basic defense first and then consider attacking.