Monster Hunter from League of Legends

Blood splattered as the surging force instantly penetrated his body, shattering his bones. The Ice Son's massive body flew upward, crashing to the ground with a humming sound. His severely deformed armor became a tomb of steel. He still had a glimmer of life, but the armor's restraints prevented him from breaking free. Blood continuously flowed from the cracks in the armor, and his fingers gradually drooped, losing all hope.

Killing him with a single flail, Sejuani rode the Enuk bison into battle, arriving at Faan's side. She showed no reluctance; this level of death was commonplace for Sejuani. Even Ashe, known for her gentleness and tolerance, remained calm as she continued firing, showing no mercy.

In contrast, Allura was the most unfamiliar. But that didn't matter, because Allura was highly efficient. She simply opened a small hole between the material and spiritual realms, and the magic power mixed with the energy of the spiritual realm was enough to flood and crush several Ice Son warriors to the ground.

As she swung the chain hammer in her hand, Sejuani felt her whole body filled with strength - it wasn't that she didn't have this feeling before, but after the battle began, especially after being contaminated by the black dust spread by Faan, Sejuani felt that her state was hot.

Having been enhanced by the Mad Dragon Virus, Sejuani's reincarnated Iceborn body has given her exceptional resistance to negative status effects. Combined with Faan's concentration and activity control, Sejuani feels a sense of familiarity in her current state...

Just like yesterday when I was filled with Faen, a new vitality surged within me. However, this time, unlike yesterday, not only did my senses become more acute and stimulating, and my recovery speed became more efficient, but my muscle strength also increased.

But now is not the time to think about that.

Arriving beside Faan, Sejuani ignored the Ice Children charging towards her, even allowing them to attack her. However, just before their weapons were about to strike Sejuani, a cold light flashed on her helmet.

Crack! Crack! The sound of weapons hitting the ice could be heard from all around. The Ice Sons' powerful attacks couldn't even reach Sejuani, and she was trapped in mid-air by the ice that appeared out of thin air.

bump! !

The ice layer exploded, breaking into coarse, hard shards that flew in all directions. Along with the shockwave from the explosion, the seemingly fragile ice spikes pierced through the armor of the Ice Sons, sinking deep into them and killing them instantly.

As for Fan, he simply looked at one of the Sons of Ice and said:

"Now that you're here, stop pretending, Marukolo."

75

Chapter 75 Betrayal and Humiliation.

“Marukolo??”

After hearing what Faan said, everyone was stunned, especially Ashe who was at the back. She opened her mouth in surprise and couldn't help saying:

"Fain? What did you just say? Marukolo? Did I hear it wrong? Marukolo is a gentle person, he shouldn't attack us!"

After hearing what Ashe said, Fane was not too surprised. Rather, he understood Ashe's reaction.

Growing up on this cruel ice field, even someone as gentle and considerate as Ashe could still calmly shoot through the heart and head of her enemies. To Ashe, Marukolo must be one of the few gentle people in this cruel world.

Although some conflicts broke out between Faan and Marukolo after Faan's arrival, Ashe only thought it was because of her responsibility as the future war mother and did not know Marukolo's true identity and purpose.

In response, Faan ignored Ashe and said calmly:

"Why, at this point, you don't even have the courage to stand up? Or do you think I don't know where you are?"

Heaving his longsword over his shoulder, Faan's gaze drifted casually over the group of Drakron Knights who had stopped moving. Though seemingly indifferent, his gaze remained fixed on a single, distinct individual. Feeling Faan's gaze, they remained silent for a moment. Then, a Drakron Knight, clad in heavy armor, a thick mane tumbling from his neck guard, a horn-helmed warhelm, and wielding a long-handled battleaxe, stepped forward.

The voice was cold, but almost the moment it came out, Ashe got the eyes.

That voice is so familiar...

Marukolo: "How did you find me?"

"I discovered it a long time ago."

Faan shook his head and said, "When Ashe and I encountered the Beast Hunter Lord on the coast, it was you who tipped him off, right?"

"it's me,"

The knight stepped forward and spoke calmly, "I never expected that even two hunting lords could not slay you. You truly possess strength and martial prowess that you are proud of... But unfortunately, you have disobeyed the sole master of this icy plain. On behalf of the Queen, I will bring about your submission and death."

"who are you?!"

Ashe, standing by, angrily questioned, drawing her bow. The True Ice arrow gleamed coldly in Ashe's hand. Pointing at the knight from a distance, Ashe's eyes were filled with anger and questioning: "Why are you pretending to be Marukolo?"

knight:"……"

Facing Ashe's angry questioning, the knight was silent for a moment, then took off the helmet on his head, revealing his original face.

It was a handsome face with a gentle expression that was rare in the Freljord, but his brow was furrowed, and he was obviously in pain because of what was happening.

"I'm sorry, Ash."

Marukolo said sadly: "But I have reasons why I have to do this."

Looking at Marukolo's sad face, Ashe put down the fully drawn bow and arrow in her hand and shook her head in disbelief: "You betrayed the tribe... That's not right."

After a brief moment of hesitation, Ashe quickly regained her composure and asked in a cold voice, "If it were my mother and the Avarosa tribe heading towards Ancient Frost Pass this time, what would you do?"

"I will prevent watching Warmother Glenna."

Marukolo replied without hesitation: "I don't want to hurt you, Ashe, but this is the master's order."

"I just called her a screaming woman."

Faan shrugged and said, "The souls of the Frost Priest and the Drakron Knight have been sacrificed to that woman, Lissandra. One is responsible for gathering intelligence, and the other is responsible for destroying a tribe once it becomes powerful. Either way, they have bad intentions."

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Sejuani nudged Faan with her arm.

"Who would believe me? As soon as I arrived at the tribe, I pointed at those frost priests who saved countless hearth dwellers and said that they saved people out of ulterior motives?"

"That's true."

The two dogs sang the same tune. Although Sejuani didn't realize it, the conversation with Faan did make Ashe quickly realize why Marukolo was here and why he appeared in the Avarosan tribe.

"How ridiculous! I once thought you came to Avarosa in order to make the lives of the furnace dwellers better."

Ashe smiled sarcastically, as if mocking her own stupidity and naiveté.

"All of this could have been avoided. I truly hope that the furnace dwellers can live well... My love for you is also genuine."

Marukolo looked so sad that if you didn't know him you would think he was the second male lead in some melodrama.

"I have returned from my pilgrimage to Frostguard Keep. I have spent countless days and nights, and for many seasons, I have tried my best to play the role of poverty and weakness."

"You're just waiting for an opportunity to strike."

Ash's voice was filled with indifference, and there was no extra warmth in her eyes.

"No, you don't know, I'm actually protecting you."

Marukolo said: "You are alive today because I promised my teacher that I could stop you from following Glenna's madness."

"And then swear an oath to me and let you climb into my bed?"

Ash's face was expressionless.

"No, because I am the son of ice."

Marukolo calmly explained, "It's not because I don't love you, but because I am the Frostguard. The only people I can be loyal to are this vast expanse of ice and snow, and our master, Lissandra."

As a child of ice who dedicated his soul to Lissandra, Marukolo is literally Lissandra's dog. He does whatever Lissandra tells him to do. Even if he doesn't want to, Lissandra can force him to do it with just a thought.

But now, the tragic second male lead just looked at Ashe sadly: "You don't know what the Queen has paid for this land... Ashe, my..."

Before Marukolo could finish his words, Ashe interrupted him coldly: "Don't say my name with your dog's mouth, Son of Ice. Let me ask you, if you can't stop my mother, and she still resolutely goes to the Ancient Frost Mouth, what will you do?"

Upon hearing this, Marukolo fell into a brief silence, then said in a deep voice, "I will do my best to let War Mother Glenna and her obsession rest in peace."

After hearing Marukolo's answer, Ashe nodded, then looked at Marukolo indifferently, and said in a voice as cold as ice:

"When I think about how I once thought you were a good person I could trust, I want to poke my eyes out."

"my sweetheart……"

There was sadness in Marukolo's eyes.

But Ashe didn't even bother to respond, and just said calmly:

"Shut up, you little bastard. My blood sworn brother is Faan. We made the oath the moment he defeated my mother. He will be the witness of the eternal friendship between Avarosa and Winter's Claw. His blood will be infused into and fill every corner of my body, both inside and out. He will leave an indelible mark on my body and body. I will give birth to strong offspring for him and train his daughter to become the future queen of this ice field."

"And you don't even have the qualifications to watch."

Gritting her teeth, Ashe's eyes were filled with coldness.

"Faun, please kill them all for me!"

"okay!"

Faan smiled brightly, if for no other reason than this simple and crude humiliation.

"Fight for you, my lady!"

76

Chapter 76 Explosive Killing.

Facts have proved that the environment does train people.

When Marukolo came out to troll Lai Lai, Faan was ready to grab some popcorn and enjoy a Chinese soap opera. And what are the hallmarks of Chinese soap operas? Of course, they're about heartbreak and abusive romance. In short, it's about desperate love and forced pairings.

Costume dramas have romance, modern dramas have romance, fictional dramas have romance, and period dramas have romance.

In short, fall in love.

Or maybe some classic stomach-ache light novel plots?

For example, "There's something wrong with my War Mother's love story, as expected!" and "Is it wrong to seek pure love in the Freljord?" and "The traitorous priest comes from Lissandra!" and "What is the reincarnation of Avarosa doing? Is he free? Can he come and save her?" and "Even if she's a War Mother, as long as there's love, everything's fine, right?" and so on and so forth...

Who would have thought that Ashe was surprisingly sober, with no intention of continuing to drag out the emotional tug-of-war. Instead, she got straight to the point, and after confirming the other party's identity and behavior, she immediately prepared to end this farce.

All I can say is that no one who can survive on this ice field is a good person.

With this thought, Faan raised the flying dragon sword in his hand: "We can't lose to Ashe."

"You still need to tell me?"

After hearing Faan's words, Sejuani smiled happily: "This is my good sister! Come on, crush all these damn Ice Sons!!"

Sejuani swung the flail in her hand. As the chains swung, a surging cold wind suddenly rose around her: "I am war! I am the cold wind! I am the wrath of the north! I am Sejuani!!"

Roaring, Sejuani took the lead. The Enuk buffalo she was riding seemed to be blessed by some unknown power. With the storm surging around her body, she rushed towards the knight in front of her.

On the other side, Fane didn't hide anything either. He stuffed a small golden candy bean into his mouth. The ancient dragon man's alchemy was injected into his body. Fane howled and his head became pointed on the spot.

The fire dragon's wings suddenly spread out, it leaped into the air, swooped down with a knife, and slaughtered the most troublesome frost priest spellcasters in the rear.

With firepower fully unleashed, Ashe became increasingly calm, but her fury was also accompanied by a torrential downpour. She reached out and grabbed several arrows from her quiver. It was clearly an animal bone bow, but in Ashe's hands, it fired continuously like a Zhuge Liang crossbow, firing the next arrow almost without pause after the first one.

Those Ice Sons who tried to rush towards Ashe were instantly shot down by the incredibly efficient barrage of arrows before they could even get close. This meant that Ashe carried more than one quiver, and had also placed numerous quivers on the rock goat to prepare for any potential battles. Otherwise, the arrow reserve would have been depleted in just this one round of shooting.

But even with full preparation, Ashe's shooting efficiency was so high that Allura had to fight and support while picking up the bow and arrows and giving them to Ashe. It wasn't really a big deal, it was just a matter of picking them up when returning to the spiritual realm after the attack.

Meanwhile, upon hearing Ashe's resolute and cold words, Marukolo's face twitched violently. He then gritted his teeth and said, "Since that's the case, I will no longer show mercy! For this piece of ice and snow! For Lissandra!!"

Roaring, a layer of cold light surged around Marukolo, accompanied by a painful growl. Countless lines of black ice spread across the chest of his armor. In an instant, it surrounded Marukolo's body, inflicting endless pain. A flash of understanding flashed across Marukolo's eyes, and he let out an even more frantic war cry.

"Bury you!!"

Urging the frosthorn under his steed, Marukolo swung his battle axe, transforming it into a gust of wind as he slashed towards Sejuani. Feeling the force, Sejuani's face darkened, and she swung her flail towards Marukolo's head, unyielding.

bump! !

The long-handled battle axe was obviously a heavy weapon, but now Marukolo mastered it easily. With one swing, he knocked the flail hammer wielded by Sejuani away, and then chopped it off again towards her head.

But before Marukolo's battle axe touched the shield of the Frost Helmet, Fane pierced Marukolo's abdomen with a sword, accompanied by a flash of fire shooting into the sky.

Grasping the blade with both hands to prevent Fane from slicing him in half, Marukolo's eyes were bloodshot: "I will definitely kill you!"

But before Marukolo could finish his words, Fane stretched out his left hand and grabbed Marukolo's head and slammed it towards his knee.

The heavy blow sent Marukolo reeling, his skull trembling. But Faan paid no heed. He grasped his blade with both hands, and with the trembling of his dragon wings, he lifted Marukolo off the Frosthorn, thrusting him into the ground and flying close to the ground. Then, he lifted Marukolo up with him and slashed across the cliff face.

bump! ! !

His hands were still tightly gripping the blade of the Flying Dragon Sword. The moment he swung it again, Marukolo's fingers broke and his body flew to the side like a broken bag.

But surprisingly, his wound didn't bleed. Instead, it froze instantly, and then black crystals continued to spread outward. The smooth, angular crystals were filled with an unpleasant aura. Just looking at it, countless whispers echoed, and in a trance, it seemed as if thousands of hungry eyes cast longing gazes at him.

"The void? No, just some frozen whispers."

As he spoke, a cold glint appeared in Faan's eyes. While he wasn't sure what was frozen in these ice cubes, this was clearly not Lissandra's intention. Or perhaps... these things had lost Lissandra's control?

Just as Faan was still thinking, Marukolo let out an inhuman roar, and then a torrent of purple and black energy burst out from the pitch-black ice in his chest.

Facing Marukolo's chest cannon, which he had learned from nowhere, Faan spread his wings, his body temperature rising.

Dragon flames ignited the blade, and with a blazing glow, its wings vibrated, sending a circular wave of air surging around it as it soared. Immediately afterwards, its wings retracted, and its body spun at high speed like a rifled cannonball. Blazing dragon flames encircled its body, forming a tornado of flames that descended from the sky.

Zi La La! !

The torrent of energy was forcibly broken by Fane's sharp blade, and only a stream of fire flew away, and Fane fell behind Marukolo.