Monster Hunter from League of Legends

"The Sergeant Major is indeed formidable, but that's because you haven't seen his wife... Tsk tsk, tearing apart an out-of-control dragon lizard with his bare hands. It's terrifying just to think about it. Are all the barbarians in that land monsters?"

The veteran looked at the new recruit and said:

"And the Sergeant Major is right. Even black steel will become brittle due to the cold if it's not maintained in the Freljord for a long time. The slightest collision will turn it into icy shards. And the barbarians there are even willing to fight each other bare-chested... They're not human. At least, if you really come into contact with them, don't treat them as human."

Not only the others, but even Sokota couldn't understand why this land was so cruel. This was clearly his homeland, yet the merciless cold wind buried everyone who wasn't strong enough in the snow...

But just when Sokota was still thinking, suddenly, he saw a cold arc of light passing through the sky.

The arc of light rushed from Ancient Frostmouth, the highest point in the north, all the way to the north of Freljord.

A cool, faint light pierced the sky, casting a faint wisp of icy blue dust. The magical crystal arrow, composed entirely of icy magic and true ice, seemed to possess an inexplicable attraction. Even if unaware, as this magical crystal arrow streaked across the sky, every Freljordian instinctively raised their eyes and gazed upwards. Even outside the Freljord, an inexplicable urge surged through Sokota's heart.

Her silver hair fluttered freely in the noisy cold wind. Holding the holy bow, Ashe's ice-blue eyes were full of determination.

Along with the spiritual connection, it reached the depths of every Freljordian's mind. Whether it was the tribes that believed in the Three Ice Sisters, the Lost Ones who believed in the Ancient Paths, or the shamans, beast walkers, and priests who believed in the ancient elemental spirits...

They all saw it.

The man standing in the magnificent golden hall, holding the holy bow and shooting the holy arrow - Avarosa!

No, not Avarosa, but...

"Avarosa's reincarnation?"

Feeling the thoughts subconsciously emerging in his mind, Sokota couldn't help but fall into deep shock, and unconsciously murmured to himself: "The legend is true? The legend is true?!"

His face was full of disbelief, but at this moment, a voice came from behind Sokota: "Sokota!!!"

Turning around, he saw a tall, muscular woman, draped in animal skins, her long brown hair simply braided with bones and tusks. This was his wife, Belle, the last Iceborn of the Frostbone Tribe.

"Did you hear that? Did you hear that?!"

Although it was a question, Bailey's voice was obviously very firm.

"Avarosa's reincarnation! The legend is true! The Ice Sisters will return like lightning! The Freljord will be unified!!"

Listening to the conversation between the Freljord immigrants, both the veterans and the new recruits looked puzzled.

Before they knew it, the displaced Freljord people from the entire camp and even the distant towns had all arrived at the border.

Without anyone to command or guide them, by the time the Noxian border camp realized something was wrong, the area around them had been overrun by the ferocious Freljord barbarians who had joined Noxus.

Sunlight falls on the peaks of Ancient Frost Pass, illuminating the jagged, undulating black cliffs. They resemble the backrest and armrests of a majestic throne. A lone stone cairn lies in the center of the ice, seemingly commemorating a war from ancient times. Even as the ice melts, the frozen warriors remain frozen in their battle stances, inspiring genuine fear and awe.

The towering Ancient Frost Mouth resembled a throne, or a magnificent tombstone. Within the spiritual realm atop the Ancient Frost Mouth, Ashe spoke firmly:

"I am Ashe, daughter of Glenna, the Warmother of the Avarosan tribe! I am Avarosan!"

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Chapter 91 People were shocked and asked questions one after another.

Feeling the Freljord people's faith in the Ice Sisters, Ashe did not panic. On the contrary, while feeling this faith, Ashe also felt the weight of the responsibility.

"Thousands of years ago, the three sacred ice sisters led our ancestors to carve out our own era on this cruel ice field. They confronted the ancient gods and fought against the demons of the abyss, forging and defending our present home."

"But with the end of the legend, the Freljord returned to its former chaos and barbarism."

Ashe clenched her fists, her eyes filled with determination: "But everything ends here!"

"I, Ashe, in the name of Avarosa Reincarnated."

"I, Sejuani, in the name of the reincarnation of Serilda."

Looking at Ashe's resolute figure, and through the mysterious connection between the three sisters, Sejuani stood up without any fear.

Seeing this, there was a brief silence, and Lissandra slowly came to the side of the two.

"I, Lissandra, in my own name."

"In the name of the three Ice Sisters!"

Ashe said: "We will fight side by side under the banner of the Three Frost Sisters! Unite every sister of the Freljord!"

If the sudden appearance of Ashe and Sejuani alone had left the people of Freljord bewildered, confused, bewildered, and even a little skeptical, then the moment Lissandra appeared, everyone held their breath.

"Three sisters! The three ice sisters!"

Belle kept muttering like a madman. Especially after Ashe and the others admitted their identities, she became even more excited.

"The three sisters will return like lightning! We must return, honor in our hearts, and fight to the death!"

"In the name of the Three Ice Sisters! Farm, hunt, and plunder!!"

As she spoke, under Sokota's gaze, Beli raised her bone spear and walked towards the snow without hesitation.

As they looked at each other, Sokota nodded firmly, took off his helmet and replaced it with thick fur and fabric.

"We're leaving."

The new recruits and veterans of Sokota said: "I must answer the call of our ancestors."

"Wait, Noxus doesn't allow random—"

Before the recruit could finish, the veteran soldier beside him grabbed the recruit. This made the recruit look confused and dissatisfied, but the veteran soldier just shook his head and gestured for the recruit to look around.

In towns and military camps, one after another, the wanderers of the Freljord, forced to leave for various reasons, shed their clothes and armor and donned heavy animal skins and fabrics. Accompanied by ancient songs they couldn't understand, they set out on a pilgrimage, heading towards the cold, silent, and pale mountains without hesitation.

"If you don't want to be crushed by these monster pilgrims, then behave yourself."

The old soldier shook his head solemnly and said, "At least don't kill us too... This is a serious matter. We must report to Lord Darius immediately. Come on, prepare the horses! Head for the Delverhold immediately!"

In the ancient ruins that looked like ruins, the ram that had been swinging the hammer raised its huge head, shook its head and sighed, then continued to bend over and forge iron.

In the canyon filled with minced meat and skulls, a giant bear with thousands of swords and spears on its back let out an irritated roar that sounded like thunder.

……

As the entire Freljord was shocked, Ashe's speech, or rather declaration, came to an end.

"In our name! In the name of the Three Ice Sisters! And in the name of our common blood alliance, the United Tribe's sole war sacrifice, Faen! In three days, the United Tribe will be established in the Holy City of Rakstak! We welcome everyone who wishes to join the United Tribe! We also welcome anyone who has doubts."

As Ashe's words echoed throughout the Freljord, a frenzy of excitement ensued. Upon hearing of Faan's existence, people excitedly asked, "Who is Faan?"

At this moment, Ashe turned his head and looked at Faan. Realizing what Ashe meant, Faan nodded and walked up.

The current Freljord live broadcast only shows the upper bodies of the three sisters, standing side by side. Fain and Miss Rabbit, standing in the back, are not shown.

Walking forward, Fan stood behind the three of them, revealing his resolute, sharp and handsome face like a katana, and subconsciously placed his hands on the sisters' hips.

Lissandra was standing at the outermost edge, and a hand inevitably fell on her. Lissandra didn't react excessively, but simply glanced at Faan calmly before continuing to face the camera and broadcast the live broadcast.

As the creative team of the three Ice Sisters arrived, Ashe said solemnly:

"From this day forward, the Freljord will embrace peace, prosperity, and unity!"

As soon as the words fell, the magic crystal arrow turned into an ice-blue firework and exploded. The live broadcast signal was cut off, and people also came back to their senses from the projection of the spiritual realm.

For a time, just as early summer arrived, countless tribes began their impatient pilgrimage before even starting farming and hunting.

Tribe after tribe, covering the sky from the Ancient Frostmouth to the edge of the Freljord, the tribes were boiling, and the old gods were looking at them with concern.

People were discussing the sisters' arrival, a ray of hope for those struggling to survive and a chance to soar to fame for ambitious individuals. Some questioned them, others were skeptical, and even those who craved power accused them of being false, an illusion, hoping to continue to wield their power in this remote, secluded tribe.

But Lissandra's frost priests, spread across every tribe in the Freljord, were no mere servants. With the miracle of the Three Sisters' manifestation at their disposal, these power-hungry individuals were powerless in battle or debate.

In the end, the shocked people of Freljord were talking about—"Who is Fane?"

They knew about the Ice Sisters, but Faan? Only the Winter Claw and the Avarosa tribe knew about him. To the vast majority of the Freljordians, he was a nobody, a nobody they'd never heard of. And yet, his first appearance became a sacred blood alliance of the Ice Sisters, a united tribal war ceremony. Even the final scene of the livestream showed everyone standing in the center, hugging the Ice Sisters... How could this be a united tribal war ceremony? This was simply the Freljord Warmaster!

For any warrior who desires fame, this is the fame that must be fought for!

Naturally, in Freljord, where the Great Pilgrimage has begun, the second most popular search, after the pilgrimage to the holy city of Rakstak, is:

Who's Fane? I'll kill him with one blow!

——Wegame's one-sword Freljord Iceborn talent has been configured.

……

Delete, delete, revise, and revise again one hundred times. ...

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Chapter 92: Clouds move in all directions.

The impact of the Ice Sisters' return was far greater than Faan and the others had imagined. It affected not only the Freljord, but the entire Valoran continent.

"We're about to enter the Freljord, and you're telling me that a large number of Freljord refugees and soldiers have fled Noxus simply because of the guise of the Ice Sisters?"

Darius, known as the Hand of Noxus and representing military power, looked at the Chief of Staff in front of him with anger in his eyes.

"Yes, General."

The well-dressed chief of staff adjusted his glasses and said calmly, "The Freljordians are incredibly stubborn in their belief in the Three Sisters. It may sound a bit exaggerated, but almost all Freljordians unanimously set out on their journey home after seeing the vision in their minds. Well, summer is coming soon, and this is the best opportunity to attack the Freljord..."

"Without a guide, tell me how I should attack!"

Darius slammed his fist on the table. "The ice is cracking, the steel is catalyzing, and if a soldier isn't careful, their feet will be frozen into lumps of ice! Without a guide, no matter how many people enter the Freljord, they will die!"

"That's not what I'm considering, General."

After hearing Darius' words, a cold look appeared on the Chief of Staff's face.

"I'm here to convey Emperor Darkwill's will. You must invade the Freljord before the next winter arrives and the snow blocks the mountains. Find the True Ice mines that seal the Abyss and the legendary immortal witch... From a port thug to the leader of Noxus, you owe it to His Majesty the Emperor to repay his kindness!"

When talking about the thugs at the port, the chief of staff's tone had a hint of disdain and frivolity.

As a member of the Immortal Bastion's Black Banner, he'd grown up in the heart of the Empire, so it was only natural for him to look down on Darius's background. He might be the Hand of Noxus, but so what? He'd simply earned the Emperor's favor. Without the Emperor's grace, he'd never be his equal.

After hearing the Chief of Staff's words, Darius gritted his teeth and said coldly, "...I understand."

Looking at the gloomy Darius, the Chief of Staff didn't care. He just glanced at the time and said, "If there is nothing else, I will leave now. There is a ball waiting for me at Count Sansa's place."

"……random."

Darius' voice was cold as ice.

But the Chief of Staff didn't care - as nobles of the Immortal Fortress, they were naturally at odds with these border people.

As he watched the chief of staff leave, Darius simply looked at the map behind him.

He understood why these nobles dared to disrespect him... They were the elder nobles of the Immortal Bastion, each family commanding one or two large warbands, making them legitimate warlords within the Empire. This meant that as long as they remained loyal to the Emperor, they could never fall from grace. In comparison, his own Trifarii Legion was indeed elite, but at heart, he was merely a warlord fighting for the Emperor.

Without the support of his family, all he needs is one or two defeats, or a few words of advice from the emperor, and all his current power will be gone.

Darius could understand the expansion of the empire, because the entire Noxus was like a chariot that could only be maintained through continuous war. Not to mention stopping, even stepping on the brakes could cause it to fall apart.

But Darius didn't understand, what was so good about the Freljord? It was indeed rich in minerals and abounding in natural wild magic. But compared to the risks...

The Legend of Zhenbing and the Undead Witch...

Darius pursed his lips while muttering silently.

Is it for these legends again?

Emperor Darkwill has grown old, and his former ambitions have morphed into a desire for immortality. Darius didn't say anything more, but instead called for the guards.

"Send my order to all the warband leaders, marshals, and the like to come to a meeting. Also, mobilize the war masons and prepare to go deep into the Freljord to investigate the detailed information about the United Horde!"

Darius knew well how terrifying a united Freljord would be... it was just a pity.

Darius thought to himself—Swain's plan had been so successful that many of the Freljord refugees who had been forced to raid border towns due to hunger had already become naturalized, and through their intelligence, a large number of maps and relevant information about the Great Horde had been drawn. But now...

Sighing, Darius faithfully carried out Emperor Darkwill's orders.

Looking at Darius deep in thought, his personal guards watched it all silently and crushed the black rose blooming in their palms.

Demacia, the capital.

Looking at the news brought by the rangers, King Jarvan III of Demacia rubbed his brow with a headache, and handed the letter in his hand to Tiana Crownguard, the current head of the Crownguard family on the other side of the table, the former captain of the Fearless Vanguard Sword, the aunt of Garen Crownguard and my wife, Laxana Crownguard, and currently sitting on the Supreme Council of Demacia and serving as the Grand Marshal of Demacia.

"News has arrived from the north: the Freljord barbarians are talking about the return of the 'Three Ice Sisters.' While it's unclear whether this is true or not, many on the border have begun migrating, making pilgrimage to the so-called 'Holy City of Rakstak.' What are your thoughts?"

Hearing this, Tiana took the letter handed over by Jarvan III and after reading it carefully for a moment, said;

"If the Freljord can form a unified government, we might try to unite with them, at least to maintain peace. The minerals and furs there are extremely valuable, and the Noxians have always coveted the magical legends there and will certainly not sit idly by and watch the Freljord unify. Well, it's said that even the Freljord's winds are filled with icy natural magic. Perhaps we can use establishing diplomatic relations as an excuse to ease some of the 'attitude' issues at home."

Demacia is a magic-forbidden country located on the Forbidden Stone, but neither Tiana nor Jarvan III showed much abnormality when talking about magic.

Especially Jarvan III, he nodded in agreement.

"This might be a good opportunity to lift the magical restraints... Tiana, you will arrange for the delegation to visit under the pretext of forming an alliance and determine the internal strength of the united tribes."