Frillian in the Elden Ring

The silver-haired girl quickly dodged with the flowers in her hands.

"Don't touch this, kids. It's extremely dangerous. You've seen its power. It's also experimental magic. Even I haven't figured out some of its basic properties and principles yet."

"But it looks suitable for a teacher. The color combination will look good, right?"

"what?"

Volame raised the flower through Fulilian's hand and placed it on the latter's left ponytail. A touch of bright red embellished the simple image, which was quite eye-catching and complemented the golden pattern on the top of the head that resembled a crown.

Whether it looks good or not is another matter, but at least it allows me to keep an eye on it to avoid any accidents. Maybe next time it blooms, I can throw the headdress out as a medium and save magic power at the same time.

If people from the border area saw a demigod using the Ionian flower as an ornament, they would probably be unable to hold back.

After seeing the teacher accept the proposal, Volame clapped his hands excitedly.

She didn't have as much energy as a child, so she started collecting soil from the scene, digging a little bit every meter with the impact point as the center, collecting more data, which were all rare and precious materials.

It really deserves to be called Scarlet Corruption.

If Fulilian hadn't developed a control technique and stopped her attacks in time, this place would have become a hotbed of corruption until a purification plan was developed. In other words, recklessly attacking the demons within their territory was feasible, but there was no guarantee of how far it would spread.

While he was thinking about it, Volame next to him had already noticed and started digging the soil from the other side and putting it into bags.

Well, having an assistant would be a lot more convenient, but unfortunately, humans may not be able to use it for long...

Half a day later.

The soldiers and civilians of North Wind Fortress worked together and quickly cleaned up the battlefield.

After finishing the sample collection, Fulilian received the magic books from the nobles. She was very efficient, as if she was afraid that she would forget and leave.

The stereotype of elves is probably that "I forgot another thing, but it's not important, I will remember it decades later anyway." They don't care about anything. When communicating with them, it is best to remember what you want to discuss. Don't expect them to live forever.

She was happy to sit outside the city and read.

No one would be so ignorant as to disturb the magician of the Age of Gods. To them, it was a matter of justice for the otherworldly masters to come to their aid, so there was no need to bother anyone else. He had already been of great help this time.

During this period, Volame was reunited with his family, which was a blessing in disguise.

At least she would have a nearly normal childhood and be able to become a mentally sound apprentice. After all, Fulilian didn't want to teach all kinds of weird things like some magicians, biting off more than she could chew.

Before they knew it, it was already evening, and even Fulilian, who often neglected food and sleep, planned to find a place to stay.

Suddenly she saw Volame next to her reading her notes. The important thing was that she didn't notice it at the first time?

"Are you hiding your magic?"

"Yes, I learned to restrain my breath like my teacher and practiced my skills at the same time."

"You don't need to compress it to one-tenth like me. Half is enough. After all, it's not cost-effective for humans. Anyway, since you've seen your family, why don't you go back together? Let me tell you, I'm not someone who pays attention to the quality of life, so it might be a bit difficult."

"It's okay. I want to practice with my teacher."

"It's a shame. Your talent is top-notch, but in this era, time for growth is what's most lacking. Too many geniuses have perished in war, not to mention that the demons are specifically hunting down those with potential."

"I heard that there seems to be a prophet among the demons, so they have been planning to suppress humans."

As she spoke, Volame's face was filled with fear, because as smart as she was, she immediately realized that as Fulilian's apprentice, she must be on the kill list.

Dangerous.

"Don't worry about that. I just want to ask you this: Could the prophet have predicted the huge losses suffered by the demons today?"

"Yes, but the teacher still succeeded. This simply means that either the predictor doesn't care, or the deduction result is an unstoppable node. I tend to lean towards the latter. As long as it's strong enough, it's fine."

The silver-haired girl closed the magic book with a smile.

"You are very insightful and can keep up with my pace. Let's see what level we can each reach."

Although Volame is young, she has already developed a strong heart. As for the growth and training she needs, it is not difficult for Fulilian. She will teach you step by step without worrying about not being able to do it. It is just like spreading her knowledge.

If I want my magic skills to last forever, I should accept immortals as my disciples. It will be the same for hundreds of years.

If you want my skills to flourish, you should pass them on to humans, and they will soon flourish, even if they are very different from their original appearance.

Fulilian doesn't care about purity or quality. Only by keeping the knowledge spread can she be considered alive. Therefore, teaching it to short-lived species is a good choice to allow the spirit to live on forever.

"Let's go into the city and do some shopping first."

She sat up and was about to walk away when Volame grabbed her hand. Their size was like that of an older sister holding hers. Perhaps it was a desire for security, but Fulilian responded to her apprentice's trivial request. Whatever.

What was surprising was the grand welcome she received as soon as she entered the city, with thunderous applause.

How did you suddenly get onto the red carpet?

At the same time, petals fell on both sides of Fulilian, and there were rumbling sounds of fireworks from time to time. Thousands of people around her waved to her, and some even cried with joy.

She nodded and waved slightly in response, without being too ostentatious. After all, she couldn't let someone who joined in halfway steal the credit.

The nobles, however, thought otherwise. The commander and his men treated the nobles with the utmost courtesy, treating them with the utmost respect, no less than one would a king. After all, the king couldn't save North Wind Fortress, but the mage who wielded the scarlet flower did.

It's good to be alive.

The reason why everyone is safe now is all thanks to Fulilian's protection.

So their grand welcome can be seen as a kind of retention, hoping that they can help each other.

In troubled times, the strong are kings because they can bring a sense of security and maintain the most basic order. Otherwise, no one will be spared when the enemy comes to the city and burns, kills, and loots.

Of course, some people celebrated for themselves. It was a blessing to hold on until support arrived. More people were unable to witness today's victory. Those who are still alive should remember it and stay strong.

"Long live victory!"

"We held the central hinterland plains."

"Praise Lady Fulilian."

The rounds of cheers not only expressed praise but also a sense of release, as the crisis that had lasted for several months was finally resolved.

Although the central government continued to transport supplies into the city, preventing it from being besieged, everyone was still worried and finally lifted the alarm.

Apart from anything else, I could sleep soundly now. It wasn't like before when demons were constantly attacking, shaking the bed and sending dust flying from the ceiling. I had to be constantly on guard against the possibility of the city being breached, not even daring to take off my pants so I could escape at any moment.

The long period of nervous tension ended, and it was not just a temporary defeat, but a complete victory.

Won Ma.

Even the human race, with its large population, would suffer sprains and cramps if they lost thousands of people in one go, not to mention the demons, who would definitely be seriously injured. This is not to mention how terrible the heavy blow to morale is.

As long as the scarlet soil exists outside the city, they will have to be wary of the horror of Fulilian every day, which is a deterrent in itself: I can cast magic in your hometown.

In terms of her battle record, she will become one of the most powerful people in the world.

Fulilian finally heard someone call him "Murder Mage", which was correct and more accurate than "Magic Sword".

Or perhaps the people in the real world understood him, recognizing his style as a mage. That was fine, after gaining some fame, it would be easier to find anyone, and even acquire more magic books to research new techniques.

She had seen many similar grand scenes, so she walked calmly along the welcoming avenue and headed straight towards the shopping street, preparing to make some purchases after a long absence.

Volame was confused throughout the whole process.

If Fulilian hadn't been holding my hand, I would have forgotten how to walk. The adults' excitement gave me an inexplicable sense of pressure, but more of it was a spontaneous sense of pride.

Maybe one day I’ll have one too.

Today, her teacher had taken her to the summit, a sight she would never forget. It was a lifelong pursuit. At that moment, Volame realized what lay ahead: protecting humanity and spreading magic, allowing this technology to benefit civilization.

The girl with long orange hair stared at the petite yet determined figure. She had already subdued her magical aura, but her strong presence was unmissable, especially her eyes.

Having witnessed the vicissitudes of life, filled with the breath of time, he felt even more lonely. A soul, forged through countless hardships and honed to a human-like passion, was hidden within the body of an immortal. That was why it was so magnificent, yet few noticed its essence.

Abnormally strong.

What kind of magnificent expression is in the eyes of the Millennium Watcher, Fulilian?

If I reach a higher level, will I be able to share this loneliness with my teacher? The loneliness of two people is always better than the loneliness of one...

Just as Volame was thinking, he saw the silver-haired girl looking at some stalls selling all kinds of strange and weird things.

"Could it be that they are all treasures unearthed from the maze?"

"Forget it. What was unearthed last week is pretty good. 9% of the artifacts there are younger than you."

"You don't understand. The treasures in the maze can reveal information about the maze. I heard that there are still many large dungeons left over from the mythological era. They must contain extraordinary things."

Having said that, Fulilian didn't have time to observe carefully for the time being, and instead went to the workshop store of magic-related supplies, especially to purchase all kinds of utensils.

Ping!

Out of curiosity, Volame knocked on a reagent bottle, which actually triggered the magic power to make a crisp sound, causing her to exclaim frequently.

The boss smiled and said, "Little girl, you haven't been here before, have you? The goods here are relatively basic, just suitable for you. And judging by your magical resonance, you seem to be very sensitive, and you have a good talent. No wonder Lady Fulilian took a fancy to you."

"Yes, I'll buy her some things suitable for an apprentice."

"That must have everything."

"And some more materials that can be used as magical anchors for the barrier. The more the better. I want them all."

Hearing this, the boss walked behind the counter. He knew very well that the magicians he presented to ordinary people would not satisfy this distinguished guest, and he had to show his real skills.

"Sensei doesn't seem to specialize in barrier magic, does he?"

Fulilian's lips curled up. "In battle, you should quickly determine an enemy's general strengths. So, let me test you. How do you detect the strengths of an elven magician like me?"

"Of course it's an active attack."

"Wrong, just run away. The same goes for encountering a powerful demon that has been around for years. Use running to draw out their moves. In short, keeping your distance first will increase your margin of error."

Volame nodded thoughtfully, immediately thinking of the battle that had just taken place.

"In fact, everyone misjudged you, Sensei, right? Especially the demons, who thought you were a mage, but the remaining elite were mainly killed by the warriors. Could it be that you are also a warrior? Do you know martial arts?"

"So when you encounter a type like us, you have to fight conservatively, then wait for an opportunity to strike. Deception and defensive counterattacks are most effective."

"But you still intend to teach me how to attack first."

"Because I'm confident that the attacks I'll teach you are unprecedented and guaranteed to catch the enemy by surprise. Only when you've mastered offense, thus creating more room for defense, should you learn defense. Otherwise, simply defending is a recipe for death."

Soul attack magic is the latest development of Fulilian. It is concealed and efficient. As a new school, it can easily achieve surprise attacks.

It is the most suitable.

If Volame could master it, it would be enough to make up for some of the gap in magical power caused by age.

Moreover, humans have never been known for their magical powers, and it is their rapid mastery of various types of magic that has supported them in their fight against the demons.

She also had a guess: Does the adaptability of soul magic mean it can be integrated into the soul magic system? Or even allow her to use a large amount of soul to infuse and improve basic attributes?

For example, making Fulilian the Fire Keeper of Volame?

87

Chapter 87: Volame, the heir of soul magic.

If you think about it carefully, it is cost-effective to teach soul magic to true disciples.

Fulilian, who has delved the most deeply into this path, knows very well that the accumulation of several worlds has made her magic both offensive and defensive. Although it looks mediocre now, she actually has various defenses.

For example, the distorted light wall that can rebound magic has been covering the silver-haired girl's body, and few opponents have been able to figure out this trick.

In addition, she also uses her "soul subconscious" to keep various resistance protections running.

No dead ends.

Even if they encountered an unbreakable curse spell at the level of the Seven Collapsed Sages of the Demon Race, they could ensure the soul's safety, healing it while simultaneously counteracting the effects on the body. While this hadn't been put to practical use, the principle was feasible, not to mention other measures.

For example, once he encounters near-fatal damage, he will turn his body into fire to release the first fire, and fight to the death with the appearance of the fire king of all generations, and see whether he can win or not.

However, this is a "chess-changing tactic" and is not worth it unless the opponent is the Seven Collapse Sages, the Omniscient Ones, and the Great Demons besieging you together, and you will avoid being besieged.

And sometimes a powerful hero can defeat a demon sage, so the kingdom's army is not weak.

Humans have more possibilities, and it is best to let Volame build a knowledge system based on soul magic. It can also be regarded as helping Fulilian, allowing this school of thought to exist in the real world, and I am not alone in my path.

"By the way, why did the teacher purchase so many related materials when he obviously doesn't specialize in barrier magic?"

“Because my hometown needs it.”

"Wait a minute, isn't the legendary elf village a group of magicians from the Age of Gods? Warriors or priests? Any one of them is as powerful as the Great Demon Clan?"

The girl with long orange hair spoke with eyes shining so brightly that Fulilian couldn't hold back.

I feel really embarrassed for those lazy compatriots in the village. Admittedly, some of them can be regarded as antiques from the mythological era, but their age has increased in vain. When asked about the history of that time, they have only a vague understanding, not to mention their strength. How powerful do you expect them to be by staying at home?

"Why do you get that impression?"