Frillian in the Elden Ring

The hunters lamented sincerely that even in a world where ordinary people can live for a long time and are insensitive to the perception of time, the spans of different eras are still melancholy.

It’s been a long time.

Fulilian immediately became interested and went to check around the elevator. The carvings were very ancient and she had never seen similar patterns before. Sure enough, every time she thought she had searched enough, a new hidden map would pop up, which kept her curious.

"Do you want to go down and take a look? How much do you know?"

After hearing the question, Melina took the initiative to appear and advise: "There's no need. Even if you go down the Shivla River now, you will find that most of it is impassable. It will only be boring."

"why?"

"Because the most powerful demigod, Latarn, has sealed the stars, fate no longer flows. Unless it is defeated and the stars fall to open a path to the Eternal City, the civilization of the underground world will never be revealed to the world. And what you see now is incomplete."

“There are quite a lot of twists and turns here.”

The silver-haired girl took a deep look at the elevator at the entrance of the Shivla River, and finally suppressed her curiosity.

The most urgent task is to treat the zombies in the Hunter Village. As for the exploration of underground civilization, we have to put it on hold for the time being. Besides, we can't leave Stonewell City for too long.

"What a coincidence! A lot of the things I have to do now are either directed towards the School of Magic or the Gaileyd region. They have a great influence, especially for us in the south."

"indeed."

Melina nodded.

"Is there some deeper connection between the two?"

"It's clear that General Ratan is a descendant of the Kalia royal family. In reality, his fate of sealing the stars has also deeply affected the mages of the Magic Academy and other members of the royal family, leaving them in an unchangeable state."

"...Teacher Se Lian also mentioned that many magics nowadays are based on the principle of the immutability of the stars."

"From your point of view, there's no need to conflict with the strongest demigod other than researching the Crimson Corruption. Focus on the academy first."

Melina half suggested, half concerned.

I'm afraid that Fulilian will be excited and plan to fight the legendary battle mage. In a sense, the two have the same fighting style. Wouldn't they fight to the death with mutual respect?

You'd better not, the crazy Star Shattering General will only be more difficult to deal with than normal.

Back then, the Valkyrie Marenia's surefire blooming tactics hadn't defeated him. Who knew what that bottomless, tenacious vitality held? Instead, the attacker, utterly devastated by the scarlet corruption, retreated into the sacred tree to recuperate.

So Melina didn't want another terrible war where both sides would suffer losses and no one would gain any advantage.

"Don't worry, I'm not that reckless. At most, I'll take advantage of the battle festival to go with everyone else to test General Shattered Star's background."

Fulilian is not pedantic when facing battle, the worst that can happen is a siege.

When she was a newbie in magic in the game, she had no moral principles at all. She led monsters to jump off cliffs, backstabbed them secretly, skipped classes and ran away, used hidden skills... She tried every possible means. Now she doesn't summon ashes in boss battles just to train herself. So who is worthy of making full preparations?

Latarn.

Presumably, the strongest demigod would require treatment commensurate with his level of skill to be defeated, so she was not in a hurry at all.

He was famous for his magic in the border area, but the level of his Stargazer account was actually not high, and the magic he possessed was not strong enough. He needed to make up for the shortest part of the barrel.

"Your Majesty, we have gathered the patients. Can you lend a hand?"

"Well, I'll come right away."

When people arrived at Fulilian, they found that there were more zombies than they had imagined. Some zombies that were almost included in the range of wandering monsters were forcibly dragged over.

They look silly, their movements clumsy, and their howling sounds inarticulate. They're no longer just ordinary zombies. I'm afraid you've captured all the wild monsters wandering around as training material.

It doesn’t matter. There is never too many experimental samples.

The silver-haired girl raised her staff high, releasing ripples amidst a buzzing sound. The gray-black magic power representing the soul spread around, covering thousands of targets. It was clear that the caster's magic power was unfathomable.

The hunter villagers who witnessed this scene were shocked. They thought the treatment would be done in waves, but you did it all by yourself?

Wow!

The magic power from Fulilian swept through like a gust of wind. The gentleness just now instantly transformed into powerful soul magic that continued to awaken the will of the zombies, becoming stronger and stronger.

Some targets' eyes had less chaos and more spirit.

She knew the time was ripe and immediately used another kind of magic, using sunlight to heal the souls. Sure enough, the dry and decayed surfaces of these living corpses showed signs of recovery. They were no longer in a sluggish state and even had streamlined muscles.

Unfortunately, the magic soon saw its marginal effect greatly reduced, so the ability had to be terminated.

The moment he put down his staff, all the zombies knelt down and worshipped the great savior. Even if they were unconscious, they knew the good deeds of their benefactor.

Do you feel so relaxed at this moment?

Ever since they became half-dead, their souls had been trapped in their decaying bodies, suffering year-round, with no end in sight. Now, at least they weren't in constant pain anymore, and could even move to a certain degree.

The village chief, weeping with joy, stood before Fulilian and shouted:

"The greatest miracle since the Age of Plenty has been accomplished by Your Majesty. This is the power of mercy—"

"Even though it was built in the aftermath of the Shattered War, you are already repairing it all, becoming not just the savior of the Circle, but the savior of everyone."

"We prefer to trust in the King's blessing rather than the golden tree that has long lost its favor."

"Praise be to you."

At this moment, the survivors and the healed zombies in the fog forest have made their choice to follow the footsteps of the Soul Fire King to create great achievements. A new era will be created in the hands of Fulilian.

Although she is not without flaws, such as the subhuman mark of long pointed ears, what does it matter compared to strength and gifts?

Compared to Fulilian, who had already adapted and nodded in response skillfully, Melina remained silent.

Have you forgotten the greatness of the golden tree?

What does it mean to "not save the Circle but save the people first"? Could it be that they didn't know that the Faded Ones also used the power of the Great Rune? Perhaps they believed that it was something only the King of Nimgefu could do, and that the Circle and the Golden Tree were far away.

Indeed, the grace bestowed by the Golden Dynasty once nourished all things, bringing them boundless abundance. But it was all too fleeting, reportedly interrupted by a secret war.

It brought a series of sufferings over a longer period of time.

Melina, deeply concerned about the Golden Tree, couldn't refute this, which was why she felt a sense of regret. Could it be that the path she had always adhered to was no longer popular? Now, the truly popular were the Faded Ones, who were determined to restore the Ring of Magic? This was putting the cart before the horse.

The person who was supposed to repair the Circle and spread hope has become hope itself...

"The soul magic went smoothly. In this case, even if you are injured, Melina, I should be able to repair it."

Fulilian's words suddenly interrupted her negative thoughts.

"Don't worry, there are very few forces in the world that can harm me in my soul state."

“Be prepared.”

The silver-haired girl then turned to the villagers and instructed them, "Half of you should stay and continue the business, building a stronghold here. The other half, if you're willing, please follow me to the city. We need you there. I'll go ahead."

She called to the spirit horse Torret to turn and gallop.

Although they were reluctant, they still waved goodbye. The rumors were true, His Majesty was very free and easy, as if he was always on the journey.

Melina asked, "What are your plans next?"

"It's time to return to Stonewell City, and then head to the Lake Lienia region. We'll meet the academy forces for a while, and let me see the magic of the border area."

Fulilian couldn't wait. The spirit horse Torrett's footsteps crossed the wilderness, followed by the golden tree's catkins blowing along the southern road, traveling at lightning speed through the night and starry sky.

"Eat something. You don't have to run so fast."

Fulilian picked up a handful of Loya fruits and fed them to it. After swallowing them whole, the latter jumped for joy, and its steps became lighter, as if it was enjoying the freedom of running.

Melina, who was sitting in the back, gently stroked the strong muscle curves of the spirit horse, which was full of power.

"Torret didn't behave like this when he traveled with me. He was very happy. He was happy with everything he saw, with the southern land gradually regaining its vitality, and with the voices of living people on the wind."

"So that's it."

"Torret will be happy, but also afraid. Some evil forces, such as the Insanity Fire, will even scare it so much that it dares not come out."

"It must be terrible if even you hate it."

Frelian had felt annoyed during the previous battle with the lion hybrid controlled by the insane fire. That thing was more aggressive than the Scarlet Corruption. It was simply aiming to ignite the world and drive it crazy. It was a definite public enemy.

She smiled and touched the spirit horse's head, and fed it some fruit.

Speaking of insanity, could it be related to the special gaze I felt from the Blood Finger Hunter Yura?

"Having said that, you must believe in Torret's courage. Even if an unexpected and powerful enemy appears in the Golden Tree one day, it will fight alongside you."

But she wasn't sure. Melina didn't need to go through the entire journey with the Faded Ones to achieve her goal. Even though the Golden Tree was no longer the hope of most people in the South, it didn't affect her determination.

Fulilian looked back at her companion, who was sitting sideways on the horse with his hands on his legs, looking towards the direction of the royal city.

Nothing else seemed to impress her.

Unfortunately, the Witch is a friend who has always followed the Faded One, and her footprints are everywhere. I haven't seen any targeted advice from her, so I can't get to know her directly. At most, I hope to see more player information in the future, and perhaps she will mention it in a few words.

The two of them walked into the western avenue of Nimgfu, each with their own thoughts.

In the past, the Night Cavalry would occasionally appear at night, but now the King of Blessing has probably reduced his forces, so Torret arrived quickly after traveling day and night.

"His Majesty!"

There are many outposts and fortresses within the direct jurisdiction of Stonewell City. The stationed soldiers would immediately salute and greet them when they saw them. Some were even so excited that they felt like they had seen their idols.

"You've worked hard, too. There will be civilians following us later, so be sure to count the number of people."

The soldiers looked happy despite their shock.

As expected of His Majesty, every time he traveled far and wide, he healed a large number of villages, and people were inspired to join him, eventually forming a large army. In fact, it wasn't just Fulilian's current orders; they had already accepted countless new recruits.

Moreover, those are not serious zombie negative assets; they are truly capable of labor, and a very small number of them can even serve as soldiers.

Even though King Nimgefu is often not on the throne, wandering around actually brings great benefits. It makes the pie bigger and increases resources, so it appears prosperous and makes the ruled area full of vitality.

It is rare to find a fragment king who does not destroy the overall environment.

Not to mention that Fulilian has been dedicated to restoration, and wherever she goes, there are healers everywhere, as if she is single-handedly recreating the era of nourishment by the drops of grace.

It is not as powerful as the golden tree that blesses the magic circle, but everyone recognizes her kindness and takes action to reshape the south. This land will be the first to emerge from the shadow of the shattered war.

After a few brief instructions, the silver-haired girl continued on her way, and at the same time, she discovered a phenomenon:

There are more outposts.

The Imperial Conference strengthened the stationed troops according to her instructions when she left, and tried to guard every key node in order to receive resources shipped from various places, and to prevent the Blessing King's forces staying in Nimgefu from causing any disturbances.

It seems that King Rodel is not the type to vent his anger through harassment warfare. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, he quietly withdrew his troops.

Instead of attacking, it is better to retreat and accumulate strength.

Therefore, Fulilian's journey was almost smooth and she arrived at the front of the checkpoint.

"Hey! Someone passing by, please help me."

The sudden cry for help made her quickly grab the reins and stop. She looked around and saw no one. Since the Battle of Stonewell City, she had reduced the garrison here. After all, there was no need to be wary of the Faded Ones. So who had done something unfortunate during this period?

What about people?

A quick glance revealed nothing. Only the cries for help lingering in the wind proved the danger, but I couldn't tell the specific direction. At least I was visually deceived.

Faced with this type of large-scale magical perception, I became obedient, and indeed I made a discovery!

The silver-haired girl leaned her hands against the pergola and gazed at a small tree in the distance. It was indeed a tree, but there was a change in her magical perception. She knew something was wrong at a glance and made a sound:

"Kind people passing by please help me, I will definitely reward you handsomely."

Why is it so similar to what Hyde said back then? Is this how the people of Nimgfu like to ask for help? Never mind, let's just wait and see.

Most people would probably think it's weird that someone is crying for help in a place where no one is around. However, the skilled and courageous Flyllian doesn't hesitate, otherwise how could she have gained so much from her explorations so far? The important thing is to be bold and careful.

"Little Sapling, how can I help you?"

"My name is Burke, and I'm a tailor. I was transformed into this by magic... but I don't know how to remove it. I'm sorry, but it's probably very troublesome."

call!

Before she finished speaking, Fulilian waved her staff and cast the simplest spell to dispel the curse on the target. Sure enough, a puff of smoke appeared and a short demihuman with a small black hat appeared.

He was so surprised that he felt around and found that all the parts were there, and he almost cried with joy.

"Don't worry, my magic has no side effects."

Burke took a few deep breaths and calmly looked up and down at the silver-haired girl, who also had long, pointed ears, but whose beauty often made it difficult to overlook those features. The golden crown on his head and his extraordinary demeanor clearly indicated his identity. Everyone in Nimgefu knew the Soul Fire King.

"Your Majesty, thank you very much. I can offer you my skills, but unfortunately my equipment was stolen. I need to get it back."

"Is it dangerous?"

Fulilian glanced at the thin and small tailor with a hint of suspicion. He was short even among demihumans.

"...Yes, I'm actually very scared of those people. The thought of the cave on the coast makes me feel like I can't even move my legs. But I will go and get what belongs to me. I just need some time to prepare myself mentally."