Monster Hunter from League of Legends

Looking at Fane in front of her and feeling his fiery fighting spirit, Glenna's eyes showed a hint of admiration.

"Not bad! He's a good fighter! But since it's a battle, there has to be a stake, right?"

"Okay!" Fane agreed happily. "So what do you want?"

"You don't even need to win. You know, as long as I approve, I'll allow you and Sejuani to lead some Iceborn warriors to escort Ashe to the Ancient Frost Mouth. But if I win..."

Narrowing her eyes, Glenna said, "You must leave a cub with Ashe in Avarosa."

"what?!"

The air seemed to be quiet for a moment at this moment.

Faan originally thought he was familiar with the land of Freljord, but now he found that the wildness of Freljord seemed beyond his imagination.

Meanwhile, Ashe blushed and yelled, "Mother! You! And Sejuani is still here!"

"I have no objection." Sejuani shrugged and stated solemnly.

Although she said she had no objection, Sejuani's face was full of surprise. She didn't expect Warmother Glenna to say it so bluntly.

Fortunately, she was planning to give Ash some psychological counseling, describe some unspeakable things, and then step by step make Ash and herself become real sisters.

As a result, Glenna Zhan's mother came up and directly asked to keep the cub.

can only say……

Great minds think alike. She is worthy of being my most admired war mother!

"I disagree!"

As War Mother Glenna's voice fell, there was a brief silence, and then a frost priest stood up with a look of unwillingness on his face.

"Marukolo?" Someone recognized the young frost priest.

Marukolo looked at Glenna with an expression of disbelief.

"You can't just decide Ashe's fate like this!"

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Seeing that it was Marukolo who came out to stop them, and feeling the dissatisfaction and vague jealousy in Marukolo's eyes, the people of the Avarosa tribe also made a low whisper.

"Is it Marukolo? It's Marukolo..."

"Alas, it wouldn't be surprising if it was Marukolo. He has always liked Ashe." A furnace keeper shook his head with some regret, as if he felt sorry for Marukolo.

"What's the point of liking her?" Another Hearthkeeper said nonchalantly, "Ashe is the tribe's future War Mother, and she's destined to have many blood allies. If Marukolo really can't let go, he can definitely become one of Ashe's future blood allies."

A good Warmother can wield near-absolute authority within the tribe. It's not uncommon for a tribe to forge multiple Iceborn bloodbands for the sake of the tribe, and for a few Hearthborn bloodbands to form for love or to alleviate boredom.

Of course, most people choose the Hearthborn Blood Alliance out of love, because if they really want to relieve boredom, the Iceborn's physical fitness is more durable.

"What's the point of Marukolo's anxiety? Fane hunted thirteen giant wolves by himself. He's also the first blood ally of the future War Mother of Winter's Claw. He has the blood of a fierce hunter flowing through his veins." A rationalist commented:

"If we can leave a descendant in our tribe, the two tribes will become closer, and the bloodline of the tribe will become more courageous."

"Don't be like that. Marukolo saved a lot of people this winter."

"But he's a frost priest," one Avarosan said. "Frost priests never marry. What's the point of coming out to stop him?"

Marukolo was clearly extremely popular in Avarosa. After he spoke out, many people spoke up for him and expressed pity for him, but unfortunately, not many people stood up to oppose him like him.

Did they really think everyone had given their souls to that screaming woman, Lissandra? On this icy plain, aside from the Iceborn, who had been educated and indoctrinated in the concept of "tribe" from a young age, the vast majority of Hearthborn were literally just people who lived their lives.

They would follow the War Mother who made life easier for them. If that didn't work, they would leave if the War Mother was willing to let them go. If she wasn't willing, that was fine too. It would just be a matter of dawdling a bit, and when the tribe was no longer able to survive, they would still leave in a group in the dark.

Humans pursue self-realization, respect, and social interaction, but all of this is based on sufficient physiological resources.

Poverty breeds cunning schemes, while wealth breeds conscience. Although this saying seems to be disparaging the poor, it actually proves from the side that the economic base determines the superstructure, and that when the granaries are full, people learn etiquette, and when they have enough food and clothing, they know honor and disgrace.

For most of the Freljordians today, their sole goal is simply to survive. To survive until summer, to farm, to raid, to fish, to hunt, to gather supplies. To survive winter, to survive until summer, and then to repeat the cycle until death.

In this case the problem and the result are undoubtedly simple and clear.

Faan could bring in plenty of prey, her powerful bloodline would make her tribe's offspring valiant, and she was also the first blood ally of the future War Mother of the sister tribe. Since the future War Mother of her own tribe and the future War Mother of the sister tribe were good sisters, a closer union between the two tribes was a good thing no matter how you looked at it.

In contrast, although Marukolo was a kind and gentle man who had saved many of his tribe's people and cattle from freezing to death... he was an ice priest, never to marry, and wasn't even an Avarosan. He could leave at any time at the Queen's command and join another tribe...

"Come back, Marukolo." An old man couldn't bear to watch anymore and said, leaning on his cane, "You are an ice priest, and you shall never marry. So don't interfere with the War Mother's decision."

"Marukolo, you're a good man," another man said, "but don't worry about this matter. Our Avarosa tribe and the Winter's Claw have been sister tribes since ancient times!"

"Yeah! And this isn't just Warmother's decision. Didn't Ashe say anything?"

"If it really doesn't work out, then you can just stop being an Ice Priest. Ashe is so kind, she will also let you become a blood ally."

"Yes, and none of the guests from the Winter Claw tribe are angry with you. If you submit, Lord Faan will probably not mind."

"If it really doesn't work, then you can take the initiative to help push it..."

"Hey hey hey! That's not necessary!"

Upon hearing this, Faan, who originally didn't want to get involved in this kind of "internal affairs of Avarosa", couldn't help but wave his hand on the spot:

"I'm in great shape and have plenty of energy. I really don't need any help!"

Sejuani was quite experienced and didn't react much, but Ashe's cheeks turned slightly red after hearing Faan claim that he had plenty of energy.

And feeling the discussions from his own people in the Avarosa tribe behind him, Marukolo's eyes also showed a hint of despair.

He was even prepared to confront Faan, to present the pros and cons to Warmother Glenna and let Ashe decide his fate. But he never expected Faan to simply stand there, unmoved. Even when she looked at him, her gaze was filled with amusement, as if she were looking at a monkey. And what about him? Before he could express his true feelings, before he could even stand with Ashe, the 'Avarosan' behind him betrayed him...

In reality, Marukolo was overthinking it. Farn's gaze was more like pure curiosity, wanting to see the man who, in Ashe's comics, betrayed... No, to say Marukolo betrayed Avarosa isn't accurate, as the Frost Priestess was originally a member of Screaming Woman's army. Rather than betrayal, Farn was more curious about what this Ashe-licker lurking in Avarosa looked like.

I have to say, he is quite handsome, completely different from the traditional unshaven and rough men in Freljord. This kind of pretty boy does look more gentle in appearance.

It's no wonder Ashe has a soft spot for him in the comics. After all, being a warm and caring man is quite rare in the Freljord...

Think carefully about the men of the Freljord. The ones who drink and cause trouble all day long, those who are afraid of being killed because they were predicted to die peacefully, and those who wander the world with hatred and bitterness after most of their tribesmen were killed...

Only Braum is left, a tough-looking little angel with a soft heart. But his appearance is so tough... and that toughness is what attracts men! Fane really wants to cry for the beautiful women of Freljord. They finally found a warm man, but he's a bald muscled guy, a flirty trap. My dear Freljord Hakimi, you're the ones who are really hungry!

With this in mind, Faan gave a fake smile to the bitter and resentful Marukolo, saying, "They said that themselves. It has nothing to do with Enen~".

"Come on, Marukolo, we have other things to do."

Behind Marukolo, the Frost Priest, who was also wearing a black robe made of animal bones and holding a priest's staff, tugged at the corner of Marukolo's clothes.

Seeing this, Marukolo gritted his teeth, snorted heavily, then turned and left.

Don’t look down on the young because they are poor! !

It sounds impressive, but in reality, Marukolo immediately stood up and shouted "I object" after Glenna announced that Faan and Ashe were going to have pups. Before Ashe and Faan could even say anything, they were mocked by the crowd. Finally, he walked away in disgrace without saying a word. From beginning to end, he never even spoke a single word to Faan and Ashe...

For a moment, Fan couldn't help but feel emotional.

It turns out that Sarco is from the Freljord.

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Seeing Marukolo turning away with a gloomy face, Fan, Ashe and others had different reactions.

Faan's face was filled with indifference—in all honesty, he hadn't said a single word to Marukolo. It could even be said that from the moment Marukolo stood up and shouted "I object" until now, Faan's only words had been to prove that he didn't need help in that area.

Seriously, a man should prove himself, right? Needing help pushing your butt is just too weird.

Sejuani's face was filled with indifference. She didn't even know Marukolo, yet she saw him stand up, howl, and then be ridiculed and walk away. If he had taken out his weapons and sparred with Faan, even if he lost, it wouldn't matter. After all, Sejuani knew Faan's strength. But he just walked away in disgrace without saying a word. What a joke.

Instead, Ashe pursed her lips with a complicated expression as she watched Marukolo leave. Then, she looked at the two people beside her and said, "Actually... he's a good person."

"I understand. Warm-hearted men are rare in Freljord." Faan expressed his understanding.

It’s rare to see something strange. But it doesn’t matter, Ashe is still too young now, and she will know after she has accumulated more experience - the warm man is ranked behind the dog.

"He's indeed a good man." Ashe sighed, "He cares deeply about the Hearth-Doors and will treat them and provide them with protection..."

"I understand, I understand." Fan said OK and said that I do not discriminate against Marukolo.

"Don't worry, I guess we'll meet him soon." Fan's expression was a little playful.

"Hmm?" Ashe expressed confusion. Sejuani, observing the eagerness in Faan's eyes, narrowed her eyes as if guessing something, then whispered, "Should I speak to Warmother Glenna and have them take care of this in advance?"

"That's not necessary. I'm looking forward to it too."

"Tsk." Hearing this, Sejuani curled her lips and said, "Compared to the battle maniacs in the Freljord, you just don't take the initiative to cause trouble... No, it's just that your initiative is not so obvious!"

“I feel so wronged~~”

Returning to the center of the field, Fane looked at Glenna and said, "Shall we continue preparing for the duel?"

"Of course~ It's just a small episode, I hope you don't mind it." Glenna shrugged and didn't take Marukolo's departure to heart.

Because to Glenna, Frost Priests were disposable. You had to search for them deliberately, and it wouldn't be long before new Frost Priests would come and ask to join the tribe.

Glenna didn't bother to care about the religion of these frost priests. As long as it didn't affect Glenna's authority as a war mother, Glenna was willing to give them some flashy and empty titles. But if they wanted to use these empty titles to blackmail Glenna...

No one really thinks that Freljord is a place where reason can prevail, right?

But Glenna didn't declare the battle. Instead, she looked at Faan and said, "Tell me, if you win, what do you want?"

"Ah?" Hearing this, Fan was stunned, and then said a little embarrassedly: "This... it's not good to have both, right?"

"Both? Did you hear wrong?" After hearing Faan's words, Glenna raised an eyebrow and said, "What I said is that if I win, you and Ashe must leave behind a brave offspring in Avarosa."

"I know the reward," Fain shrugged, then couldn't help but grumble, "So what's the price?"

Hearing this, Glenna frowned and said, "You still don't understand? You outsiders are really weird. I've clearly explained it."

"Since you said so." Shrugging, Fane pulled out the Flying Dragon Sword from the space.

"If I win, I'll let Ashe choose her first blood alliance. How about that?"

Ash: "Huh? Me?"

Ashe didn't quite understand why the two of you were fighting, and why the stakes were all on me. And why was the stake on me being my mom's promise to let me have a child with this guy, and this guy's promise to let my mom give me back the right to choose...

No, is there something wrong?

Shouldn't it be reversed? For example, if Fane said he won, he would take me for himself, locking me in a corner room under a spell that said "I can't leave until I give birth to a baby," and letting me do it until I give birth. And then my mother would bravely fight for my right to choose my love?

Why now...

"Good!" Sejuani nodded with satisfaction. "This is very Freljord! And very Faun!"

"No, Sejuani, aren't you worried that this will make the battle a joke?" Ashe said helplessly:

"Because my mother meant it. But if Faan... I mean, if Faan also wanted us and our tribe to be closer, would he..."

"Haha, I knew you were worried about that." Hearing this, Sejuani chuckled, but then sighed helplessly, "If he really did that, I could save a lot of effort... But this guy's passion for fighting, or hunting, isn't as simple as you think."

"And if he really wanted to form a blood alliance with you, he wouldn't use such coercive means."

Sejuani shrugged—Faan hadn't forced herself anyway.

No, I was forced. But it was forced later...

Thinking of the many embarrassing things that Faan forced her to do during arm wrestling, Sejuani curled her lips in dissatisfaction... Both those words and those actions were too embarrassing for the strong-willed Sejuani.

Seeing Sejuani suddenly stop talking, Ashe was also a little confused. Why did she suddenly stop talking while chatting?

Her face was red, her head lowered, she was mumbling to someone, while twisting her waist and grinding her hips... She didn't look like the strong-willed female warrior in my memory. She was just a young girl in love.

A young girl's heart is always full of spring. After quietly eavesdropping on the few embarrassing words Sejuani muttered, Ashe pondered for a moment and vaguely sensed that she had guessed something. A blush spread across her cheeks, but she wasn't sure if she had misinterpreted the situation.

In contrast, after hearing Faan's words, Glenna's eyes showed a hint of curiosity:

"Ha, this is the first time I've heard of such a bet... But it doesn't matter! Boy, don't let me down!"

Whether she was disappointed that Farn had no interest in inheriting the bloodline, or was disappointed that Farn didn't even have the slightest bit of warrior glory because he coveted Ashe, or something else, only Glenna herself knew.

In comparison, there wasn't so much nonsense in Faan's mind.

"Hunting is hunting."

As soon as he finished speaking, Faan's body quickly became wet. From the cracks in his armor, a large amount of liquid, like glue, continuously flowed out. Then—crack!

With a cold sound, the liquid froze instantly, clinging to the armor and forming sharp spikes and jagged ice blades along the scales and lines of the armor.

"The hunt itself! It's the best reward!"