Monster Hunter from League of Legends

Okay, I'm just giving her some special treatment, but why is Sejuani kneeling on the ground?

Grilled to perfection, the hot dog's skin is perfectly charred, the chewy tendons of the casing clearly visible. Steaming hot, it sits between a pair of soft, delicious milk buns. Carefully smear the moist sauce with a bright red cherry, licking and twisting it to taste the saltiness. The final bite is a burst of delicious flavor, rich in texture, and enduring in flavor.

It was just the appetizer, Sejuani's dinner had just begun.

74

Chapter 74: Son of Ice, Drakron.

The next day, early in the morning, Fane and others began to prepare to set off.

After a simple breakfast, Ashe was a little surprised to see Sejuani in such good spirits after a night of fighting. She looked so energetic, clearly not feeling too tired at all.

Maybe it's related to Faan? Ashe thought.

Sejuani had mentioned more than once that after each session, she felt a warmth in her body, recovering faster than she'd imagined. Even so, she'd still be somewhat exhausted for a while. But now, Sejuani didn't feel the fatigue she'd expect from an all-night battle. Instead, she felt like she'd just gotten some light aerobic exercise, breaking a slight sweat and looking incredibly refreshed.

But... can that really be considered light aerobics?

Noticing Ashe's gaze, Faan beside him also gave a thumbs up: "It's positive energy. I injected positive energy."

Well, it was actually a very small amount of the mad dragon virus. However, it wasn't injected into Sejuani right away, but into some small Freljord animals. After confirming it was safe, Faan injected some with Sejuani's tacit consent. And judging by the results, the effects were clearly positive. The brief biological stimulation, combined with the Iceborn's formidable physique and the enhanced icy magic, allowed Sejuani to completely recover from the exhaustion of continuous high-intensity sleep in less than two hours, leaving her radiant and refreshed.

"Enough of the nonsense! Let's go!"

Sejuani ignored these things. She put on the North's Fury Helmet, lightly armored with animal hides, and with a nimble somersault, she leaped onto the back of the Enuk bison.

She looked heroic, but when she got on the bike, Sejuani's movements became noticeably stiff, as if water was about to spill from a bottle. She quickly tensed her muscles to prevent the milk from overflowing from the bottle.

"Speaking of which, isn't it a bit disrespectful to the three sisters to embark on the pilgrimage with this thing?"

"Should it be okay?"

Faan seemed unconcerned: "Besides, aren't all three sisters here except Lissandra?"

"That's right, let's go!"

Following Sejuani's heroic voice, Faan, Ashe, and Allura also boarded their respective mounts. Ashe and Allura were riding blue sheep, while Faan was riding an Eruk Bison, but instead of riding himself, he sat on Sejuani's Eruk Bison, smiling and sitting behind her.

"Isn't there another Enuk?"

Sejuani hummed and hawed to express her dissatisfaction, but her expression clearly did not indicate much rejection.

“Save space!”

Faan spoke righteously, but even Sejuani and Ashe, not to mention Allura, who had a strong filter for Faan because "Faan is a kindred spirit," couldn't help but wonder: "Is Faan really doing this to save space?"

Fain's doubts were ineffective. He slipped his hands under Sejuani's ribs, grasped the reins, and with a squeeze of his legs, he set off. Seeing this, Ashe and Allura shrugged and followed.

As the Enuk buffalo trots slowly, a classic ditty seems to drift from the voiceover: I wish to be accompanied by the mortal world, to live a carefree life, to gallop on horseback, and to share the prosperity of the world…

Galloping across a pure white snowfield, the scene looked beautiful, but feeling the warmth of Faan's embrace and the fiery touch, Sejuani was clearly not in the right state. She twisted her body quietly and hummed helplessly: "Your katana hit me."

"OK, don't move, I'll solve the problem right away."

Faan nodded solemnly, then sheathed his sword.

"You bastard……"

The adulterers on the side followed at a steady pace at a distance. Ashe shrugged helplessly at the shocked Allura.

"Used to it."

Allura: "Uh... do they do this often?"

Ashe: "No, it's only been three days since I met Faan."

Allura: "Huh? Then in front of other people..."

Ashe: "Very serious, but the problem is that Sejuani doesn't treat me as an outsider..."

Alora: "No way..."

Ashe: "You'll know when the time comes."

Ancient Frost Pass is a long way off, nestled on the continuous ridge of the Feilongbei Mountains. A single careless move could send one plummeting off the cliff and vanish into thin air. Although many warriors had reached Ancient Frost Pass throughout history, its emptiness offered nothing to the tribe, and gradually, few paid much attention to it.

In fact, Faan was certain that if Runeterra were peaceful and stable, Ancient Frostmouth would be a popular tourist destination. Just like the Himalayas, Runeterra's elite from the Immortal Citadel of Piltover endured nine months of arduous training, then were dragged to Ancient Frostmouth like a dead dog by a Freljord-native Iceborn guide, breathed in some oxygen, struck a cool pose, and captioned: "The brave enjoy life first."

Here comes the visual sense.

The road to Ancient Frost Pass was long, and Fane and the others trudged through the snow for several days. During these days, Ashe witnessed the diversity of human species.

Fan is like an animal. As long as he doesn't work (hunt), he has endless energy.

The space for supplies is limited, and Fane's system warehouse can only store items produced by the system or specialties from the Monster Hunter world. For safety reasons, everyone squeezes into a small tent to rest at night.

For the first couple of days, Faan would drag Sejuani to a sheltered spot to pitch a new tent early in the morning or in the evening before retiring. Later, he'd be seen flirting with Sejuani in the middle of the night, while they slept. And Sejuani? She'd simply resist for a few moments before giving up, occasionally nudging Ashe, trying to speed things up until they were inseparable, fighting side by side.

It's so disgusting, this pair of dogs... It was another morning. Looking at Sejuani who was following Fane slowly towards the distant big rock to set up a tent in the name of "assisting hunting", Ashe could only silently warn herself not to do this in the future.

But just as Sejuani was still walking towards the tent, suddenly—

Sensing something, Sejuani's eyes turned cold. As the Northern Fury Helm was activated, a ring of icy blue light erupted from the horned helmet on Sejuani's head, surrounding her body. Unfortunately, the opponent's target wasn't Sejuani—

Boom, boom! ! !

A huge block of ice with a diameter of nearly four meters fell from the sky like a meteor, accompanied by endless ice dust. Not to mention the tent, even the wind-blocking stone was directly shattered at this moment.

Broken rocks and ice dust spread in all directions, and from the distant snowy mountains came the sound of iron horses crushing glaciers like drumbeats. Looking to the side, he saw a group of heavily armored knights sweeping in like an avalanche.

"It's the Ice Child! It's Drakron!"

Ash made a horrified sound.

75

Chapter 75 Hunting for the Son of Ice.

Son of Ice, Drakron.

To the Freljordians, it is a mysterious, disgusting, and terrifying existence.

Legend has it that their tribal camp is in the northeasternmost corner of the entire Freljord, an extremely cold place deep in the Sea of ​​​​Ice. Even the Iceborn who have greater strength and cold resistance cannot survive for long in that land.

They were also companions of the Frost Priests. However, compared to the Ice Priests, who could reduce losses for the tribe and protect the Hearthmen, cattle and sheep from dying too many deaths in the cold winter, these Knights of the Sons of Ice often brought destruction.

They attack a tribe without warning, without any reason. Every appearance brings conflict and destruction, and many tribes regard them as ominous. And now, they have appeared on the road to Ancient Frost Pass...

"Our tribe is not here, so why are they here?"

Although she asked the question, there was clearly no doubt in Sejuani's voice. On the contrary, it was filled with undisguised murderous intent.

There was a fluctuation in the space beside her, and Allura entered the spiritual realm and passed through the space, revealing half of her body in front of Sejuani.

"This is your chain hammer! Oh my god, the True Ice is so cold, I'm freezing to death!"

Allura rubbed her hands with a look of pain on her face.

This was actually quite good, as Allura could use her spiritual powers to protect herself. If it were an ordinary person, the mere contact with True Ice would cause the icy magic within to penetrate their bones, leaving them with incurable wounds.

Looking at Allura's expression, Sejuani said with a smile, "Thank you."

Also, I have been too indulgent to this guy Fan during this period... I will abstain from sex in the next few days!

Thinking about this, Sejuani snorted coldly: "How long are you going to lie there? Those guys are coming soon."

Although the sudden attack was terrifying, Sejuani's confidence in Faan was limitless. As Sejuani spoke, a muscular arm suddenly burst forth from the rubble shattered by ice. Muscles tensed, exerting force, Faan crawled out with a restless look in his eyes.

His body was covered with ice dust and gravel, his eyes were filled with undisguised murderous intent, and there was even some blood on his forehead. Although it was only a superficial wound, Faan was suddenly attacked and forcibly stopped when he was in high spirits. This made the red-eyed Faan look like a brutal snow corpse breaking out of the ground.

Three ice-resistant beads were equipped on the armor early on. The ice magic in the ice did not cause any harm to Fane, but the impact of the ice itself still made Fane feel stiff and painful all over his body.

After taking out a large recovery potion and drinking it in one gulp, Faan said in a deep voice: "Don't be careless. These guys are Lissandra's dogs. They must have come prepared."

"Lissandra? Really? Didn't you reach an agreement with Lissandra?"

Sejuani looked a little surprised.

"Who knows what Screaming Woman is thinking? She lost her mind long before the Void descended. In order to win, the first people to die are her sisters and allies."

Fane snorted disdainfully, not feeling particularly surprised by the appearance of these Sons of Ice.

Taking out a few bottles of hot drinks and simple gunpowder and throwing them into the hands of Sejuani and Allura beside him, Faan said: "Eat well and drink well, don't be frugal."

"So generous all of a sudden? Looks like you've been doing a lot lately?"

Sejuani joked as she drank.

"Well, those two hunting lords exchanged a lot of goodies for me!"

As he spoke, Faan lowered his center of gravity, then raised his left hand. With a piercing sound, the hook shot out. A single shuddering sound was heard, and the Ice Son Knight, charging in front, was directly struck. The sharp hook pierced through armor and sank into flesh, but the Ice Son said nothing. Instead, he immediately pulled the Frosthorn he was sitting on all fours to resist the pull. He then grasped the rope with his divine hand and unleashed icy magic, attempting to freeze it and embrittle it.

But before the hook could frost over, Fane on the other side activated the hook's retraction mechanism. Without intending to pull it over, Fane leaped forward, unsheathing his sword as the mechanism continued to retract. "The hunt begins!"

As he spoke, Faan's body transformed into a fleeting shadow. In just a moment, he had arrived at the center of the Ice Sons' army.

As Lissandra's subordinates, these Iceborn possessed weapons and armor far superior to those of the Freljord's Iceborn warriors. Almost every one of them wore heavy armor, inlaid with little True Ice, but when it was, it was a testament to its exceptional quality. Even in Faan's perception, this armor possessed at least R3 strength.

The Ice Bead and Lightning Bead simultaneously activated, a faint frost and blinding lightning flashing from the fiery Flying Dragon Blade. Before it even touched the ground, Faen, nestled within the army formation, capitalized on the hook's thrust and twisted his waist, swinging his long blade—a powerful air blade spin!

Rather than calling it a Great Air Blade Spin, in fact, with the frost of the Ice Bead and the lightning of the Lightning Bead, combined with the fire waves of the Flying Dragon Sword, it might be more appropriate to call it a Lightning Whirlwind.

Sword winds crisscrossed, and with Faen at its center, a ring of bloody light exploded. Caught in the frost wind and waves of flame, the Ice Son Knights surrounding Faen were cut in half like a hot knife through butter.

But in this blood light rising into the sky, in the distance, several frost priests riding on heavy beasts of burden, wearing beast skull masks, chanted and cast spells together.

In just a moment, a large amount of cold wind swept in. However, after seeing that Faen was not affected by the cold wind and his body temperature had not been lost at all due to the erosion of the ice magic, he almost immediately changed his tone and transformed it into ice chains, trying to restrain Faen with physical means!

But at this moment, accompanied by the vibration of the bowstring and a swift shadow breaking through the air, a pure ice arrow flashing with cold light broke through the air.

As if it had its own consciousness, the Zhenbing bow drew a perfect arc in the air, piercing through the heads of three frost priests in succession without reducing its power in the slightest. Finally, its trajectory was locked by an Ice Son Knight, and it was knocked away by a sword.

After being knocked away, the arrow did not fall to the ground, but quickly returned to where it came from after the force of the shooting dissipated.

The strike was successful, but Ashe would not show mercy at such a moment. The moment after Avarosa's arrow was released, Ashe had already fired three arrows in succession. By the time Avarosa's arrow was knocked away, the remaining three arrows had already reached the Ice Knight and the Frost Priest.

The arrow that had just knocked Avarosa away had not yet allowed the Knight of the Son of Ice to recover its stance when it was shot through the head and chest and fell to the ground with almost no resistance.

"I'm not a delicate girl!"

74

Chapter 74 Team battle.

I have to say, it feels really different to have an ADC supporting you in a team fight.

Thinking this, Fane swung his sword towards the icy chains. However, the blade and the chains collided with each other, accompanied by a sound, but the layers of chains could not be cut through by the sword.

This made Fane's eyes narrow slightly. He could clearly feel that the strength of the Flying Dragon Blade - Red Leaf could no longer keep up with Fane's power. When he fought against the Hunter Lord, it was difficult to break through his defense.

But that was a Hunter Lord, a Hunter Lord blessed by Volibear. What were these now? Iceborn? Their equipment was indeed impressive, but even the best equipment ultimately depends on who was wielding it. They were clearly mortals. Yet, through their combined spellcasting, they were able to deny the Faan the power of their weapons...

In the game, Faan's current equipment is not bad, but the number of opponents is a bit too large.

But what if the equipment is bad? Do you understand what it means to have weird mechanics and numbers?!

Dragon power erupted from within him, scorching blood filling his body. Black lines spread along the dorsal nucleus of the vagus nerve, simultaneously secreting and spreading dopamine. The Mad Dragon Virus was injected, and between breaths, a layer of black mist spread outward from Faan's center.

Click!

The Flying Dragon Blade, previously stuck, shattered the chains. Swinging with both hands, the blazing blade transformed into a streak of blood, severing the Iceborn warriors who had taken advantage of the situation. As the blades swung, the Mad Luo virus spread, and the Iceborn felt an inexplicable urge surge through their minds. This urge made them clearly feel their bodies were losing control, wanting to swing at everything in sight, even their own comrades. However, having passed the test of ice, their bodies were no less powerful than even those of the Iceborn.

The frost priests in the distance raised their staffs once again, and the surging frost cleared their minds. Even though there was still a strong impulse in their bodies, they still looked at Faan stubbornly.

In terms of the overall quality of her army, Lissandra's was undoubtedly among the best in all of Runeterra. The reason was simple: these iceborn, whether frost priests or Drakron Knights, had dedicated their souls to Lissandra. With a single thought, Lissandra could transform them into lifeless ice sculptures. Similarly, with a single strike, she could transform them into fearless warriors.

A sword slashed down, and even though they used the shields in their hands to block, under the unreasonable power of Fane, three people were still cut in the chest!

But the knights did not pause at all. As the frost priests in the distance groaned, cold air surged around them. Before their companions' severed bodies fell to the ground, the knights behind them had already knocked the corpses aside, crushed them, and swung their swords at Fane.

With a flick of his fingers, the Slashing Fruit burst through the air, transforming into countless air blades. These tiny slashes didn't cause any significant damage, but they did manage to neutralize their attacks. As the dragon wings behind him spread out, the scales covered in them were like heavy steel whips, severing them in half with a single swing.

"SURRENDER TO THE ICE QUEEN!!!"

A voice boomed from Faan's side, his massive frame obscured by the surging frost and snow. But Faan's gaze held no trace of fear. The instant the Mad Dragon virus spread, the locations, movements, and even physiological states of all those infected with it appeared in Faan's mind. It was like opening a complete map, revealing every detail!

Riding a tall frosthorn, the heavily armored Inquisitor, Sharpstern, wielding a blunt-headed greatsword, and wearing a steel visor inlaid with blackened True Ice, launched a fearless charge towards Faan with a low roar.

The heavy sword was raised high and then dropped heavily. But Fane didn't even look at it. Then, accompanied by a dull cold wind, the heavy flail hit the knight like a meteor.

The moment the large piece of Zhenbing mixed with cast iron hit the knight, the sound of steel breaking and violent deformation could be heard from his body.