Monster Hunter from League of Legends

A pair of broad, fiery, membranous wings extended from behind Faan.

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"Hiss~~!!"

Huge wings stretched out from his shoulder blades, and Faan also gasped—

It wasn't that the wings growing out and tearing through flesh would be incredibly painful. Simply the pain was something Faan could easily endure. The secret medicine was known as the Little Magic Bean. Faan had broken many arms and legs on past hunts, but he'd always been fine. He was used to the bumps and bruises.

It could even be argued that these wings weren't simply new bones growing from Faan, but rather the armor on his back connecting with his flesh and blood, incorporating a vast amount of life force into Faan's own body. The reason for Faan's dramatic reaction was simply because these wings were densely packed with nerves. Suddenly, they connected with his shoulder blades and spine, and with a gust of cold wind, the feeling was unparalleled.

It's like continuing to pull it out without stopping. Anyway, Fan now understands the words that the heroine in the book often shouts -

"No, it's just come out, it's too sensitive now."

After slowing down and getting familiar with the new limbs and nerves, Fane tried flapping his wings twice.

The wingspan was nearly three meters. The wing bones near Faan's torso were roughly the same thickness as his thigh bones, while the middle and ends were about the same thickness as his arm bones. The wing muscles were connected to the core muscles of his lower back and chest. When he flapped his wings, he could clearly feel his chest and spine compensating for the pressure, alleviating the pressure on his wing muscles.

Having almost confirmed the various states of his newly formed muscles, Fane, after a brief buildup of strength, suddenly flapped his wings. A gust of wind spread, a bloody mist filled the air, and Fane's body soared from the ground with a bang, soaring straight into the clouds.

Logically speaking, considering Faan's height, a three-meter wingspan couldn't possibly support such a large-tonnage flight—here Kyon had something to say, "Looking for it in the virtual animation..." blah blah blah...

He might not have known about it at other times, but Fane knew that his physical strength was draining at an alarming rate. A conservative estimate was that it was at least three times what it was before he had wings.

But even so, Fane was still extremely happy - among all human dreams, flying was definitely the most valuable one.

This dream is not a desire that is innately engraved in genes like reproducing offspring, but a dream that arises the moment one sees a bird flying in the sky after gaining memory.

Although people later invented various airplanes, paragliders, and more technologically advanced personal flying devices, flying platforms, etc., people always think of flying without relying on external objects and completely relying on their own bodies.

Various straight-line accelerations, drifting, sudden stops, accompanied by strange screams, Fane played enthusiastically for a long time before reluctantly returning to land, recovering to normal state, and resting on the spot.

So tired.

Taking out a bottle of large recovery medicine, Fane swallowed it in two gulps. After recovering for a while, he rolled up the wild boar meat that had been placed aside for a while, stacked it up, took out the hemp rope from the system space, tied it up carefully, and set off on the way back.

About half an hour later, Fane saw the Winter Claw tribe from afar.

Under Sejuani's leadership, the Winter's Claw would become notorious. They grew through constant raiding and annexation of smaller tribes, fully embracing Serilda's role as the "conqueror" of the three sisters. However, at this point, the Winter's Claw wasn't as radical or infamous as it would become.

The primary reason for this was that Kokia had only recently returned to the Winter's Claw. The Winter's Claw had lost much of its territory due to the influence of Sejuani's grandmother, Xijian. While some tribes had retreated upon learning of Kokia's return, many remained cautious, waiting to see if Kokia's willpower remained the same daring and iron-blooded warm mother she once was.

It was already evening, and the tribe had already lit bonfires of varying sizes across the open spaces. This was the traditional Freljord way of gathering for a meal: they would find a sheltered spot, light a bonfire, and then gather around it to roast meat.

There are many benefits to doing this, for example, more people can help block the wind, which can create a lively atmosphere, and one bonfire can satisfy the food and drink of many people, greatly reducing the consumption of firewood.

Food and grass. Besides food, there's grass. Especially in the Freljord's temperature, without firewood, even hiding in a tent can freeze you to death. Therefore, cooking and eating should be economized to prepare for emergencies.

As Fane got closer, the people in the tribe gradually noticed Fane's figure.

"Oh my god! Look!"

Pointing off into the distance, an old-looking hearthkeeper—an ordinary Freljord native—pointed at Faan in the distance and said, "There's so much food!"

Walking across the vast wilderness, Fane's figure was quite eye-catching. He was neither hurried nor distracted as he butchered five wild boars, along with some mountain goats and rabbits he had encountered on the way back. He scraped the bones clean, discarding only the meat, then tied them together and dragged them across the snow with ropes.

The pile of prey looked like a small hill, and Fan, who was walking in front, was like an ant pulling an elephant forward. The visual impact was amazing.

People came out excitedly to greet Faan, and Faan waved his hand and threw the rope directly to the ground, saying, "Don't rush, wait and see, there will be plenty of meat."

In the space of half an afternoon, Fane had harvested nearly two thousand pounds of meat. Although the Winter's Claw was a large tribe, some had left when Kokia eloped in a fit of love, some had left when Sejuani's grandmother, Xijian, became a demon, and some had left when Kokia returned and expelled Xijian. The current Winter's Claw, though a tribe of its former glory, actually had a population of only about four hundred households.

It's already a lot, because most of those who left are Hearthborn who really see no hope of survival, and not many Iceborn left, there are still about fifty or so Iceborn, which is a very powerful force in the entire Freljord.

Looking at Gujia who came over after hearing the news, Fan pointed to the small meat mountain behind him and said, "I didn't kill too many, for fear of affecting the future natural ecology. But there are still more than 2,000 kilograms of meat, enough to last for a long time!"

"It can last a long time!" The blood alliance beside Gujia said excitedly: "The extra meat can be frozen and mixed with potatoes and vegetables. It will be enough for our tribe to eat for more than several months!"

Hearing this, Gujiaya beside him nodded excitedly and said:

"It seems Sejuani has found a great treasure for the Horde! No wonder you keep insisting you're a hunter. I was thinking, you're a powerful warrior! Now it seems you are indeed a hunter, the most powerful hunter in all of Freljord!"

"You're welcome~"

Faan, however, was immune to such flattery. He responded briefly, then glanced around. Spotting Sejuani at the back of the crowd, he made his way through.

"Why didn't you come to pick me up when I came back?"

"You still have the nerve to say that!" Hearing this, Sejuani blushed.

"You bastard, you put so much in yesterday! Now I have to walk very carefully with my legs clamped together, for fear that it will leak out... Sweat! Sweat!"

As she was speaking, she suddenly realized that her mother was looking at her with great interest. Sejuani also argued, then took a deep breath and looked at Faan again and said:

"Anyway, you're not hurt, are you?"

"We're just getting started." Fain gave a thumbs-up in a rather cocky manner, then said, "Put your hand out."

"Hmm?" Hearing this, although confused, Sejuani still stretched out her hand.

Then Fane placed the boar spirit gem he had hunted today and several high-quality tusks from the mouth of the magic boar in Sejuani's hands.

Facing the girl's surprised expression, Fain chuckled and said, "How is it? Not bad, right? I saved it especially for you. No one else has it."

When Sejuani heard Fane say that no one else had it, she blinked, and then the face of this northern female warrior who had always been strong-willed and would never surrender even if she was crushed into a pulp couldn't help but blush.

Because her grandmother Xijian always made strict demands and scolded Sejuani in her childhood, this sense of being valued that no one else had had had a greater impact on Sejuani than Fane had imagined.

"It's... okay." Sejuani hummed a few words and put the fangs and gems in her arms. Looking at Faan, who was still standing in front of her with a smile, Sejuani pursed her lips and said softly:

"Then...I'll listen to you tonight."

"Great!" Fan cheered happily.

In this regard, as long as the other party agrees, Fan has always been honest.

Seeing Faan's happy expression, Sejuani lowered her head and tugged at Faan's clothes, saying helplessly, "You, really, you should at least restrain yourself..."

"Why should we restrain ourselves?" Fain said calmly:

"If you like someone, you should let them know! Being so shy is so annoying!"

23. Interrupted Family Dinner

At night, we made a fire and cooked.

Today was supposed to be a rare good day for the Winter Claw tribe. Almost every household received about half a pound of fresh meat and fur. Mixing it with long-lasting vegetables and potatoes, they made a thick, meaty broth. It wasn't too thick, but the meaty flavor was palpable. It was quite a treat.

The Iceborn, by comparison, ate more, typically a pound of meat. And the Fauns were even more generous. As hunters, Faun couldn't afford to treat himself badly, even if he'd suffered for others. Even the people of Winter's Claw didn't see anything wrong with this. After all, as a hunter, Faun was expected to eat as much as he could.

But Faan is no pushover.

Although last night was happy, it was a bit rushed after all. Before Sejuani said "Fuck me", Fane was not prepared at all.

Now that it was confirmed that they were going to have a wonderful night, Fan was humming a cheerful tune while preparing for dinner.

"Just cook it casually. There's no need to make it so complicated, right? And even make a pot of soup specifically."

Looking at Fane busying around the campfire, Sejuani felt warm in her heart, but she was still a little curious why Fane suddenly became so serious.

"It's different. You're too weak, and you haven't eaten anything in the morning or at noon. You need to replenish your body."

After the broth was ready, Faan carefully sliced ​​the wild boar, blue sheep, and rabbit meat into thin slices. The hunting knife flashed between Faan's fingers, and Sejuani couldn't help but exclaim at the thin slices of meat. "So thin! Is it necessary to cut it this way?"

"It's so cold, it's perfect for hot pot!" Fane said confidently.

"It's snowing heavily outside, and a cloud of white mist appears as soon as you open your mouth. Let's have hot pot here, let's make mutton, and heat some wine. After we eat and drink, and digest our food and drink, we can enjoy a beautiful night. How comfortable!"

"I think you're just thinking about the last step!" Sejuani was speechless, but she didn't stop him. Instead, she looked at Faan who was busy running around and suddenly said, "Put more."

"Put more of what?"

"That medicine." Sejuani glared at Faan, but she didn't say anything, as she was too shy to raise her head. Raised in the cold north wind, the Freljordians' sexual enlightenment was early and very primitive, without the many rules and restrictions of the civilized world. Since they had already formed a blood pact, Sejuani simply let it go.

"That encounter with the Yeti the night before last... and we're only on day three? Even from a Freljord perspective, that's way too fast."

"Do you hate it then?"

"it's OK."

"That's it~"

As he spoke, Fan also put in the appropriate amount of medicinal herbs.

He didn't put too much in, because even if he'd just taken a single potion last night, it might not have seemed like much, but it was actually a huge burden for Sejuani. So, Fane changed the culture and added some honey from the healing honey bugs to the soup pot.

These honey bugs are widely distributed in every corner of the New World. The nectar in their bodies is mostly collected from various herbs. After transformation in the honey bugs' bodies, it becomes nutritious honey that is easy to absorb. If you encounter them in the wild, they will often run away with a light touch, and the nectar will burst into the air, which can quickly restore the hunter's physical strength and endurance after contact.

After the hot pot was ready, Fane and Sejuani started eating excitedly.

At first, she didn't think much of it, thinking it was just hot soup with meat. But the delicate texture of the thinly sliced ​​meat made Sejuani blink in surprise, and she couldn't help but take a few more bites. Then, Faan brought out the dipping sauce, and Sejuani ate even more happily.

While they were eating, suddenly, Gujia came over from the campfire nearby.

"It looks like you guys are getting along pretty well."

"Hmph." Seeing Kojiya, Sejuani snorted coldly and turned away with an indifferent expression. However, Kojiya didn't care. Instead, he sat down by the campfire, put some slices of meat on the stove, and imitated Fane's example.

"For female Iceborn, their first blood allegiance is often a male Iceborn warrior assigned to them at the tribe's request. This is for the sake of the tribe's heritage, and also to dispel the delusions they shouldn't have. Let them know that this is the Freljord... just like me."

As Gujia was speaking, Fane beside him handed over a bowl of dipping sauce.

He was a little confused, but he followed the example and dipped the large piece of meat in the sauce before putting it into his mouth. As he chewed, the meat covered with sesame paste soon made Gujia feel its deliciousness.

Hot pot is probably the food with the biggest differences between the north and the south.

Spicy, fragrant, peppery, tomato, golden soup, chicken soup, dried seafood, and even plain water...

For a place as frigid as the Freljord, the combination of thick soup and sesame paste is a surefire way to go. Especially with the honey added to the dipping sauce, it satisfies the genetically ingrained love of sweets and calories. Born in such a bitter cold, even the usually stoic Kokia couldn't help but squint her eyes and take a few more bites.

On the other side, Sejuani rolled her eyes and seemed to remember something, so she added another spoonful of soup to Kojia.

"Drink more."

"...?"

Gazing suspiciously at Sejuani, Kokia sensed something was amiss. Poison? Wasn't that possible? Hadn't Sejuani also drunk it?

Although he was doubtful, he still drank it. After all, it tasted really good, and after drinking it, he felt warm and full of energy...

Watching Sejuani constantly adding soup and meat and even fishing out the herbs from the bottom of the pot, Fann knew that since he had never eaten anything like it before, his body had no resistance to the medicine at all. Suddenly, he was eating this tonic...

Especially since Kokia doesn't just drink soup. Because the Freljord is very poor in resources, even ingredients like onions, ginger, garlic and leeks are eaten by Freljordians for the sake of economy.

The ingredients, or herbs, used to make this soup...

Tsk tsk.

In short, the blood allies of Gujia are going to suffer a lot tonight.

It was clear that Kojiya had come here with something to say. However, after Sejuani fed him, Kojiya soon stood up, rubbing his brow.

"...No, I'm not feeling well. I'm leaving now."

With that, Gujia waved her hand and turned to leave. It was vaguely apparent that she didn't return directly to her corner house, but instead went to the next tent and dragged out the bewildered Blood Alliance member who was enjoying a meal and wine.

Elbow, follow me into the house.

Seeing this, Fane nodded with a smile, then looked at Sejuani.

"Is the food okay?"

"That's about right." After hearing Faan's words, Sejuani knew it was about to begin. She didn't resist much, but stood up and turned around and said:

"I know, then quickly-eh?! What are you doing?!"

After picking up Sejuani and holding her in his arms, Fane returned to the corner room excitedly.

"Don't you know what to do?"

24. The Morning of Winter's Claw

That night, strong winds swept away fallen leaves and rain smashed banana leaves.

This time was different from yesterday, both Fane and Sejuani were fully prepared.

Sejuani squinted her eyes comfortably.

Glancing at Faan beside her, Sejuani thought for a moment and said, "Do you still have that golden recovery potion?"

"Ah? Why?"