Elden Ring: Atai vows to have a perfect ending

Thick clouds covered the sky, but the wind was not blowing, the weather was just right.

On the eastern foot of Lake Yakir, in the distance on the cobblestone road, a dark convoy was slowly approaching.

Leading the group were two giant mountain monsters about six or seven meters tall, with iron spikes stuck in their abdomens and chains pulling a heavy black coffin cart.

The troops on the side are mainly a group of skinny nobles, mixed with Kaidan mercenaries and Grek soldiers. The difficulty in the game is not high, but...

"Chirp~" Patch imitated the sound of birds and gave orders to his accomplices hiding everywhere.

I also tightened my grip on the straight sword and took a few deep breaths in silence, but my arms were still shaking slightly.

"Hey, don't be nervous." Patch reached out and patted my shoulder. "These guys were evacuated from the Weeping Peninsula. They are all exhausted and unprepared. As long as we act according to the plan, there will be no problem."

I smiled bitterly: "I hope so."

Bang!

While we were talking, the poison mist trap that had been buried under the stone slab was detonated.

All of a sudden, the entire convoy was filled with the sounds of horses neighing, horns, and shouts...it became extremely noisy and chaotic.

"Cough cough cough! The gas is poisonous, disperse quickly!" Someone in the convoy shouted loudly.

But the arrows shot from all directions soon made him speechless.

"Guys, come on!" Patch charged forward with a spear in hand and a large shield raised.

I hurried to catch up - the most important task assigned to me by Patch was to stop the mountain monsters and prevent the convoy from moving forward.

“It couldn’t be easier!” He held the sword straight, and while the tired mountain giants were not paying attention, he quickly went behind them, then swung the sword horizontally!

The mountain demon felt pain in his heel and immediately fell to his knees.

Done!

As long as you cause damage to the two guys pulling the cart, they will stop moving. On the contrary, if you continue to attack, it will cause fierce resistance, which is completely thankless.

I turned and looked behind the convoy.

The bandits under Patch had already intertwined with the nobles and Greg's soldiers, and the fight was evenly matched. Patch himself was entangled by a Kaidan cavalryman, who relied on his mobility to fight him off for a while.

——And I just need to guard the front of the car, and that should be all.

Hmm? Footsteps!

I turned around alertly, only to see a Greg soldier coming around from the other side of the black coffin cart and slashing at me with a knife.

I quickly stepped back to dodge.

But he did not chase them immediately, but shouted loudly at the troll giants, ordering them to stand up and move on.

This won’t do. How can I let you succeed?

I took a deep breath, clenched the straight sword with both hands, and swung it at the opponent.

The Greg soldier also bent his arms, raised his brass shield, used all his strength to block my attack, and actually pushed me away.

"Counterattack? This guy is so skilled in it!" I was slightly surprised, and the opponent's straight sword had already chopped down from above my head.

Fortunately, I was holding the sword with both hands, so I wasn't very stiff after being pushed away, and I quickly raised my sword to block.

Then, I kicked the Greg soldier away with my foot and retreated a little distance.

——This is not a game world. Even if you are an ordinary soldier, you have to be vigilant.

I made another mental adjustment.

At the same time, the other party once again urged the mountain monster giant to move forward quickly.

"Roar——" The mountain monster who was given the order roared, endured the pain in his ankle, stood up again and walked forward.

"Don't think about it!"

There was no other way but to resort to more ruthless means - I prepared my stance and started with a heavy blow. I held my sword straight and rushed towards the giant goblin at a fast pace. Before it could lift its foot, I stabbed the sword thoroughly into the back of its ankle, perhaps even severing its tendons.

"Roar!" The mountain monster roared in pain again.

And out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a cold light coming at me, so I had to quickly let go and avoid the attack of the Greg soldiers.

Seeing that I had no weapon, the other side seized the opportunity and attacked again and again.

But try this!

I took out the cracked pot from my waist bag that I had looted from the nearby forest cave. Of course, now I stuffed it with mushrooms and Martian butterflies, and it turned into a flame pot!

Bang!

The Greg soldier swung his sword and hit the cracked pot I threw.

Suddenly, the flames turned into water, all of which poured onto Greg's soldiers, burning them fiercely.

"Ahhh——" he screamed, his eyes unable to open due to the smoke, and he staggered until he walked right under the feet of the mountain giant.

"Hey, be careful!" I shouted subconsciously.

But...with the dull sound of footsteps, the soldier was sunken into the stone slab.

The pungent smell of rust rushed into my nostrils, and the bright red went straight into the depths of my mind... It was me, I killed someone.

The deepest memories seemed to explode at this moment: Nelius raised his hand to beg for mercy, the wounded dragon orc had his wrist cut off, the corpse was torn by wild wolves, the blades and stones stained with rabbits' blood, the pale skeletons piled up in the square of the Chapel of the Kings... All, all, turned into an extremely huge hole called "death".

I stood there, feeling completely cold, as if I had fallen into an ice cellar.

And they roared from below, grabbing my legs and feet tightly, not letting me leave.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

It’s the sound of the sea tide!

The crimson sea tide rushed over me like a giant man-eating mouth, swallowing me completely.

The entire world was completely engulfed by this sticky red color!

"Ugh! Ugh!" I couldn't help but dry heave, and my stomach felt churning.

At this moment, there was a blow on the back, followed by a pain like drilling into the flesh.

I fell to the ground.

Looking back, I saw a powerful magician!

The staff in his hand glowed blue, and the pyroxene meteors sniped towards me again.

--die!

Avoid it? How to avoid it?

The fear had corroded every bone in my body, making me feel as stiff as a rusty machine, unable to move.

I could see the pyroxene was about to hit me.

He even saw the scene of his own death—the sickening scene of the crushed Grek soldier lying in a pool of blood.

"Eh-"

But at this moment, a blue light leaped out from between my fingers, as if it had turned into an indestructible wall.

"Torret."

It didn't even wait for me to call it, but ran out on its own and helped me block the magician's pyroxene attack.

"Hey!"

Then, Torret lowered his head, bit my collar, raised his head and swung me hard, throwing me into the air, and then caught me steadily on his back.

"Wait, wait a minute!" I was so weak that I didn't have time to react.

Torrett had already spread his legs and took me away from this chaotic place at a high speed, running along the road into the distance.