Elden Ring, building a legion of ashes

Chapter 47 Departure! Moen City!

The battle is completely over.

Xia Tong and Melina sat down next to the blessing point.

During this trip, Xia Tong accumulated over three thousand Runes in the entire Lingmiao Plains underground cemetery.

Adding the original amount, there are more than four thousand points.

He was very generous, giving Melina over two thousand runes to make up for the spiritual depletion caused by her forceful intervention to block the Madfire Envoy.

Adding the runes obtained from the secret envoy, Xia Tong now has a little over three thousand runes left.

With Melina's help, Xia Tong upgraded again.

And I don’t know if it was because I was almost drained dry by the shadow of the cemetery in the underground cemetery of the mausoleum field.

This time, Xia Tong discovered that her vitality had also increased slightly.

As for the upgrade points, he still firmly invested them in Concentration.

Open the panel:

Rating: 24

Holds 132 Runes

Vitality: 18

Concentration: 26

Stamina: 10

Strength: 18

Dexterity: 14

Intelligence: 18

Faith: 2

Sensing: 10

Xia Tong looked at the increase in focus brought about by concentration with satisfaction.

With a concentration level of 26, Xia Tong's maximum focus score reached 146.

It's important to know that Xia Tong's focus was greatly depleted in this battle, and he even refrained from summoning the Soul Jellyfish in order to conserve it.

Subsequently, with Melina's help, Xia Tong redistributed the number of uses of the Holy Grail Bottle.

The red dewdrop chalice has three openings, and the blue dewdrop chalice has two openings.

For him now, mana is his fighting power.

Fortunately, the first few upgrades were relatively simple. Next, Xia Tong needs to hurry up and find the second golden seed.

There's just one strange thing.

In the original game setting, there was a golden sapling in front of the walls of Moen City, and there should have been a golden seed.

But he searched carefully at the time and found nothing.

It is clear that the real world differs from the game and is not always exactly the same.

Just like the golden seed in Storm Hill, it was in the dense forest, not beside the original road.

However, Xia Tong was not worried.

Those who have faded always have a strange connection to golden seeds.

This kind of unseen guidance will always lead him to meet at the right time.

......

On the highest tower in Moen City.

Lord Edgar slumped wearily onto a stone chair.

His helmet was nowhere to be found, and his face was covered in black gunpowder and grime.

Beneath the armor were numerous wounds inflicted by the fierce battle.

Because of the intense fighting, he only had time to apply some white powder to stop the bleeding, and didn't even have time to bandage it.

But physical exhaustion and pain were not what bothered Edgar the most.

He hunched over, listening to the faint screams of the bastards coming from below the tower, and murmured softly:

"I wonder how Irena is doing..."

His wife died during childbirth when she gave birth to Irene.

Irena was born blind.

After that, she was secretly regarded as a symbol of "ominousness".

But as a father, Edgar never disliked his daughter.

He used his power as the city lord to give Irena the best education, the best food, clothing and daily necessities.

This is why she didn't become an insecure child, but instead grew into a humble, polite, kind, and sincere girl.

Because she is blind, she often lacks a sense of security deep down.

"Someone come here!"

This longing and worry made Edgar very irritable, and he suddenly shouted.

An equally exhausted soldier from Moen City stumbled toward Edgar.

"Has there been a reply to Lord Grek's letter requesting assistance?"

"Lord City Lord, not yet."

"It was sent a week ago. Even if Stoneville is slow, there should be a reply by now."

At this point, Edgar became very angry.

The soldier looked troubled and said in a low voice:

"My lord, we've sent out several waves of messengers, but none of them have returned, and..."

"And what?"

Edgar was already feeling irritable.

"Stop stammering, just say what you want to say! Things have come to this point, what can't you say?"

The soldier gritted his teeth and said:

"Sir, this isn't the first or second time."

"The city of Stoneville has never been very willing to pay attention to us, except when we pay our annual tribute. They only show us a friendly attitude then."

"hateful!"

Edger angrily slammed his fist into the ground, cracking several of the hard floor tiles.

"No matter what, Moen City is Grek's territory, and he just ignores it like this!"

"I was so focused on defending the city that I didn't even have time to think about my daughter!"

"That damned Greck!"

"He's always getting limbs reattached, always getting limbs reattached! Is he attaching a sow's ass to his own head?!"

After his initial anger subsided, the harsh reality quickly brought him back to his senses.

He took a deep breath and asked:

"How much longer can we hold out? How much food do we have left?"

The soldiers took a headcount and reported back to their superior in despair:

"These mixed-race guys are all tough and strong, and it often takes two brothers to barely handle one of them."

"When you encounter those particularly tall, scaled hybrids, they are even more troublesome; it takes almost three or four of them to hold them off."

"As for food supplies... even if we add up all the supplies that were temporarily salvaged from the tower, it will only last for two days at most."

"Where's that lion hybrid? And the city's prized possession—the Greatsword of the Skull!"

This is what Edgar is most concerned about right now.

"The lion hybrid was terrifying. It killed more than a dozen of our brothers in one go, but it disappeared after it stole the Sword Skeleton Greatsword."

"Fortunately, it didn't continue attacking, otherwise we would have given up long ago."

Edgar closed his eyes, utterly despondent, and waved his hand:

"Tell the brothers not to charge recklessly, hold the line!"

"We'll hold out for as long as we can!"

He has no other choice but to delay as long as possible.

Although he didn't know what he would be waiting for by dragging things out, he was willing to live a little longer.

……

The horse galloped swiftly like the wind, the bowstring twanged like thunder.

Before setting off, Xia Tong had already moved most of her supplies, including camping equipment, into the Blessed Space.

Therefore, Torret's backpack contained very few items and was extremely light.

Xia Tong and Irena rode on horseback, galloping south along the main road at top speed.

In just half a day, they arrived at the front of the city wall of Moen.

Beside that familiar blessing spot sat a homeless man named Moen, dressed in brightly colored traditional clothing.

"Hello, old friend, long time no see."

Xia Tong dismounted and greeted them.

"Oh, Xia Tong, my good brother, what do you want to buy?"

Moen looked up, revealing his signature mercenary smile.

Xia Tong suddenly felt an urge to roll her eyes.

Why do you want to cut me the moment we meet?

There were indeed some extra equipment left in the Blessing Space that hadn't been sold, but Xia Tong wasn't interested in doing business right now.

He chatted with Moen for a while, then set up a pot by the campfire.

During his journey, he made a point of picking some white-fleshed mushrooms and wood ear fungus.

The broth is made by grinding the phosphorus powder of the Mars butterfly into powder, giving it a powerful spiciness.

In addition, there is the unique fragrance of Herba grass.

Place it in a pot and stew it together with the dried meat that Rolling Lamb had previously smoked.

Of course, the dried meat should be chopped beforehand and cooked into a thick soup.

This is Xia Tong's special recipe—the border region's version of spicy soup.