Monster Hunter from League of Legends

Faen: "Then there's no need to waste time talking. Let's take a day off today, and tomorrow we'll set off for Gushuangkou!"

Everyone had no objection, and then began to relax and go about their own business.

Glenna left immediately. As the Warmother of the Horde, she was very busy. Especially with the arrival of summer, there was work everywhere. She also needed to prepare for the reunion with the Winter's Claw. Coming to discuss Ashe's upcoming journey with Faan and the others was a rare moment of relaxation for her.

In the original comics, Glenna was also quite trusted by the Avarosa tribe. Even in the precious summer, many people chose to follow her on an adventure for a legend.

In the end, it was because the Ancient Frost Mouth was not suitable for mortals without ice blood to enter, and the long journey made people feel desperate, and the ice priests in the tribe interfered... But even so, until the end, Glenna and her five blood allies still protected Ashe tightly.

However, the final result was very tragic. They were pursued by the enemy. Glenna decided to stay behind to cover their retreat, and then let the other blood alliances continue to escort Ashe to the Ancient Frost Pass. The pursuit never ended. Every time, Ashe's sworn father would take the initiative to stay behind to cover their retreat and fight until the last moment, until the last sworn father died in the process of protecting Ashe, and Ashe was able to reach the Ancient Frost Pass.

While Faan was still leaning on the animal skin mat and thinking leisurely, on the other side, Sejuani was looking at Ashe with envy.

"I never thought Warmother Glenna's short spear would be the legendary Holy Arrow of Avarosa! And Ashe, you've even earned the Holy Arrow's approval! I'm sure if word gets out, many Avarosa-believing tribes will come and make the pilgrimage!"

Hearing this, Ashe smiled helplessly and said, "But aren't you also the reincarnation of Serilda, Sejuani? And according to Allura, you are much stronger than me. The consciousness of the Conqueror Avarosa has always protected you in the spiritual realm."

"I don't feel very protected."

Sejuani shrugged. "The suffering I endured as a child was no less severe because of this."

"Because that awareness only protects you from being harmed by evil spirits."

Allura, who was standing by, explained, "But that spirit can't help you with the damage you've sustained."

"That's almost the same as having nothing... If it were me, I'd still want Serilda's artifact!"

Sejuani said excitedly, "I heard Serilda uses the Spear of the North Wind. Do you think I should learn how to use the spear beforehand? That way, I won't find it later but won't know how to use it... Oh, why doesn't Serilda use the flail? I prefer the flail!"

Sejuani's tone was a little regretful.

Before this, she used a staff knife, which was the traditional weapon of the Winter Claw. Her grandmother Xijian and her mother Guojia were both skilled in using animal tooth staff knives.

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Chapter 72 Maybe it’s because of Miss Mira’s failed honey trap?

Sejuani was also a good user of the staff sword before, but after getting advice from Faan, she switched to the flail. After finding that the flail was more suitable for her, Sejuani directly applied her talent to the flail and began to study and research it with full concentration.

As for the cane and sword? Good luck to him.

After hearing what Sejuani said, Fane touched his chin seriously.

Sejuani using Serilda's Malice? This build is quite heavyweight even in ARAM.

But games are games, and reality is reality.

Faan said: "If it really doesn't work, then find someone to reforge Serilda's spear into a chain hammer, and then there will be no problem."

"That's easy to say, but which craftsman can forge the three sisters' divine weapons?"

Sejuani shook her head, her face full of resignation.

Faan didn't say much about this. After all, in the Freljord, while legends about the wrathful fire ram Ornn are numerous, faith in him is rare. This is mainly because Ornn is also a homebody, having run a swordsmithing tournament thousands of years ago, but after falling out with his brothers, he began working alone in his workshop, rarely leaving the house.

This dull and conservative character does not conform to the religious needs of the Freljord people.

"But compared to this, your mother's armor is pretty good."

As he said this, Faan looked at Ashe beside him and said, "What is the name of Serilda's armor?"

"Doomsday Winter."

Ashe reflected for a moment and said, "Legend has it that Avarosa united humanity with kindness and tolerance, Serylda conquered the frozen lands with fortitude and cruelty, and Lissandra weighed gains and losses with foresight and wisdom. The most common legends about Serylda are about the indestructible Borean Spear, the Ancestral Ice Mammoth, and the Armor of Doomwinter."

As Glenna's most cherished person, Ashe is very knowledgeable about the history of the Freljord - this is a learning ability that the rough and tumble Sejuani does not have.

"See? Learn from this."

Faan raised an eyebrow at Sejuani.

Sejuani rolled her eyes at this. "I don't want to discuss learning ability with someone who only knows how to manage the tribe through urbanization and de-ruralization."

"You talk as if you have."

Faan rolled his eyes unwillingly, but it was obvious that Sejuani was more experienced in this regard. With a flick of her tongue, Faan was doomed to failure.

There was no need to mess around. After all, Ashe and Allura were still here. Faan simply said, "The armor on your mother should be Doomsday Winter."

"Eh?!"

After hearing what Faan said, Sejuani was stunned, and even Ashe and Allura beside her opened their mouths wide in surprise.

"Isn't it right?"

Sejuani scratched her head and said, "Although that armor was also passed down by the tribe's war mothers, I remember it was called Winter's Coming..."

"That's because it's not on you."

Faan pointed behind Sejuani—to be precise, behind Sejuani's spirit, the Serilda spirit in the spiritual realm.

"Actually, it's not just the armor, your helmet as well. They all need to be charged before they can be used. If you're not the chosen one, even if you obtain them, you can only use their most basic abilities, just like the Arrow of Avarosa in the hands of Warmother Glenna."

"And you are the reincarnation of Serilda, so these two pieces of equipment can only play their true role on you."

After a pause, Faan added, "Actually, you should be able to feel it yourself. The effect of the Northern Fury Helmet is completely different when it's on your head than when it's on your mother's head."

"That's true."

Hearing this, Sejuani nodded in agreement and said:

"Although my ice bloodline (magic power) isn't as vast as my mother's, and I can't keep it running for long periods of time, when it's running, I can clearly feel that the helmet is much more effective on my head. Both its defense and explosive impact are much stronger than when my mother uses it."

"Look."

Having reached a conclusion, Sejuani nodded thoughtfully, then stood up and walked out, saying, "There's nothing more to say. I'm going back to the Winter's Claw to strip my mother of her armor."

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!"

Grabbing the arm of the filial daughter Sejuani, Ashe said helplessly: "How did it become a thing of the past? Can't we talk it out when the time comes? Let my mother go with me. I believe that War Mother Kokia is not unreasonable!"

Faan, standing by, simply shrugged and said boredly to the curious Allura, "This is how a loving mother and a filial daughter behave."

"But wait a minute..."

Left behind by Ashe, Sejuani looked at Faan suspiciously: "How do you know this?"

"Come to think of it, it seems like there's more to it than just this. You know too much."

Sejuani stroked her chin and said, "You're clearly encountering many things for the first time, yet somehow you know so many things no one else knows. Could it be that you possess the magic of prophecy?"

"You ask me why I know this?"

Fahn also spread his hands and said: "Then you should ask Miss Mira why she suddenly came here to me."

"Ms. Mira? Who is that? Your other woman?"

Sejuani asked curiously.

In response, Fane said as if he was naming a dish: "Animal kingdom, phylum Chordata, class Reptilia, order Archaosauria, species Archaosauria, phylum Vertebrata, order Protodramonia, clan Black Dragon, ancestor of all dragons, the first White King, Archaon - Miraluz."

"what?"

Hearing this, Sejuani's face showed a trace of confusion: "So many wives? This corner room may not be able to accommodate them."

"Faun is talking about a person... no, a dragon."

Ash shook her head helplessly, then continued, "Then why did she want to... uh, beat you? Or maybe 'send' you here?"

Faan spread his hands in response. "Someone from the Hunter's Guild sent me an email, signed 'Girl in White,' inviting me to meet them in a place of shimmering white light. I was afraid of being set up, so I boarded a ship overnight and headed for the New World. But they intercepted me halfway and brought me here."

"what?"

After hearing what Fahn said, everyone was stunned, their faces showing confusion. Fahn did not want to continue explaining, after all, it was really troublesome to explain, so he simply waved his hand and said:

"Let's not talk about this anymore. I just finished hunting and I'm still a little hungry... The sea snakes outside should have been cut up by now. Should I go take a look? We're leaving for Gushuangkou tomorrow, so we need to prepare some food."

"Okay."

Seeing that Fane didn't want to discuss this, Ashe and the others didn't continue to ask questions, but stood up and walked outside.

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Chapter 73: Freljord on the tip of the tongue.

When we got outside, we saw the entire Avarosa tribe busy cutting up the sea serpent.

The main splitters were Iceborn warriors, who were busy working on the sea serpent with saw blades, axes, and some R1 blades provided by Fane.

Summer is almost here, and while temperatures aren't high, this amount of meat still risks spoiling if not stored promptly. For easier handling, sea snakes are cut into several sections, then simply cut into smaller pieces. They're either air-dried or smoke-dried. In short, whatever method allows for the longest possible storage is best.

"Even though I've seen it before, I'm still curious. How do you hunt this thing?"

Pointing at the sea serpent in front of her, Sejuani couldn't help but complain: "This is too big? At least forty meters, right? It can swallow you directly, and in the sea..."

“This one is actually easier to hunt.”

Faan shrugged and said, "Its scales are fragile, and it lacks the magical ability to control ocean currents. It's simply massive. Just stab it open with a knife, then swim in the opposite direction. It won't be long before the cavity loses pressure, and the ocean's pressure will kill it."

"It sounds simple...but who do you think is you?"

Sejuani looked helplessly at the people who were sweating profusely just from cutting scales and hard skin, but their progress was still slow. She said:

"A sea snake this big can overturn a wolf ship with just one wave of its tail, and if it hits it, it can be easily broken."

"But then again, could you please give me a few more?"

Sejuani enthusiastically suggested, "If we get a few more, as long as we store them properly, we won't have to worry about maintaining our tribe for the next few years!"

Hearing this, Ashe beside him also pricked up his ears.

Food and fuel are ever-present concerns in the Freljord. Countless tribes and warriors fight tooth and nail for these two precious resources. If only they could hunt a few more...

Storage is relatively simple. Whether pickled or smoked, it can be preserved for a considerable period of time. Although the flavor and texture can be significantly reduced depending on the length of storage, during a cold, snowy season, being able to stay alive and eat in a warm hut or tent is a blessing.

Unfortunately……

"No, the impact on the ecology is too great."

Pointing to a nearby sea snake, Fane said, "These sea snakes eat a lot and poop a lot. Hunting them does feed the tribe, but when they die in the sea, they also create a large amount of nutrients that sustain the reproduction of marine life and the ecological cycle."

"There are only a few large fish in the nearby waters. If we kill them all, it will take decades for the ecosystem to recover."

After a pause, Faan added, "Large creatures like these are also protected by demigods. If you kill too many, be careful not to trigger a warning from those creatures."

There are many demigods in the Freljord. Although this great snake was hunted in the sea outside the Freljord, where there is no ice magic, it is still near the Freljord, so we still have to take into account the local snakes.

For example, in Freljord legend, the "Corner Hall," Ornn's original palace, built over three canyons, accidentally caught fire. It was the demigod "Seal Sister" who extinguished the fire by pouring seawater on it. Well, according to unverified legend, the Freljord's cold and year-round snowfall are also due to this incident.

Fane is not sure whether this legend is true or not. After all, according to the official statement, even the Freljord poetry in the official website of the League of Legends universe has been tampered with by Lissandra.

The thought of this made Faan feel a bit uncomfortable. If it weren't for Lissandra's changes, Faan could have directly used much of the information about the Freljord, rather than relying on it as a reference as it does now, requiring him to combine his own research with other aspects to determine the truth.

No—how is this Lissandra like Sun Xiaochuan from the Freljord? She's involved in every bad thing, and she's done every bad thing.

If you get a chance, steal some books from her library; remember, that's where the only true history of the Freljord is located.

The adults were busy cutting and storing the meat, while the children played with scraps like bones and scales as toys.

Children always like to imitate the strong. It's the same now. Look, there are a bunch of little radish-headed scholars, Fan, holding a branch taller than themselves or something else as a sword to play.

Seeing this scene, Farnton felt relieved. He just wondered if the Avarosa Tribe had prepared enough impact-resistant beads or stones. Otherwise, in future Clash of Clans, if a powerful air blade swirls down, the enemy might be able to dodge, but the teammates around him might suffer...

The scene was so beautiful that Fane couldn't even imagine it.

Dare to do it.

Looking at Faan who was laughing out loud, Ashe and Sejuani beside him also shrank their heads, feeling inexplicably depressed.

After hunting in the morning and fishing in the afternoon, they finally had their supplies ready for the trip to Ancient Frost Pass. Fane also cooked a pot of thick soup. It was still delicious, and Sejuani couldn't eat the other people's stews anyway...

Sejuani had previously suspected that Faan had added some ancient dragon alchemy, like some secret medicine, and had specifically asked Faan to cook a meal using the tribe's readily available food. Ultimately, even with the same ingredients, Faan could create a wild dish that was far more delicious, flavorful, and even nutritious than anyone else's, through perfect cooking and perfect proportions.

Even with the same ingredients, it was still a problem, not to mention the unique tropical spices found in Monster Hunter World. Even Alola, who had just tasted it for the first time, was so overwhelmed that she puffed up her face and ate four bowls before reluctantly putting them down.

After finishing the meal, Faan smiled and waved to Ashe and Allura: "Sejuani and I will rest now. Goodbye."

Alora was still a little confused.

What happened? Didn't we just finish our meal? Why is he chasing me away? Did I do something disrespectful and Fane got angry?

The new girl was still confused, but Ashe had already started sighing, rolled her eyes at Faan, and then pulled Allura towards her corner room.

And back in the house, Allura couldn't help but enter the spiritual realm.