Monster Hunter from League of Legends

But today was different. Many tribes had traveled thousands of miles and tirelessly arrived at the holy city of Rakstak. Although there were occasional disagreements between the tribes, they all maintained a basic order. Even some tribes that had previously harbored hatred were doing their utmost to restrain themselves and wait.

The reason was simple: they all saw the image deep within their minds. However, it was unknown how many of them truly followed the three Han Bing sisters, and how many were just trying to seize power.

And now, it’s not just the Freljordians who are staying here, there are also some distinguished guests from afar—

"Phew, it's so cold. It's hard to believe that this is the warmest time in the Freljord."

Under their armor, they wore thick furs and outer layers of large animal hide cloaks. Even so, Garen and his companions, who had come as special envoys, huddled by the campfire, not daring to make any rash moves.

cold, too cold.

As a member of the Crownguard family, Garen had undergone rigorous training since childhood. Mithril City, the Crownguard's fiefdom, lay nestled between the mountains north of Demacia, just beyond the Freljord, where the temperature wasn't particularly high. It was for this reason that, upon receiving Aunt Tiana's order, Garen agreed without further hesitation.

Freljord borders Demacia. Although separated by a mountain range, a large area along the coast is plains that can be passed by large armies.

Before, Garen's knowledge of the Freljord was limited to a group of disorderly barbarians who would plunder the border cities of Demacia every winter. In fact, while guarding those cities, Garen had killed invaders from the Freljord more than once.

While Garen hated these invaders for their invasion of Demacia, he also found them difficult to deal with on more than one occasion, especially those known as the "Iceborn." Each of them was like a tireless fighting machine, even fighting and surviving naked in this icy land.

"We've been waiting for two days, Captain Galen. Do you think the Three Ice Sisters will really come?"

Looking at Sislia beside him, Galen remembered her as a remarkably strong warrior. Although her military skills were initially rudimentary, her talent and willingness to work hard earned her aunt's belief that she had a "limitless future."

Thinking this, Garen looked up at the noisy and chaotic Freljord pilgrim tribes gathered near Rakstak, shook his head and said:

"I don't know... but these Freljord people say they saw the Ice Sisters in their minds. I don't know if it's true or not, but everyone we met along the way said so. Regardless of whether it's true or not, we must stay and see."

Garen paused and added, "Wait two more days. If they haven't arrived by the deadline, we'll leave. With this awful weather, it's no wonder the Freljordians are so brave... It's a wonder they managed to survive."

Thinking of this, Garen also felt a little emotional.

They arrived at the holy city of Rakstak with a group of Freljord people from the border areas.

When the tribal barbarians first saw Garen and his companions, they were extremely wary. However, when they learned that Garen and his companions were representing Demacia to find the Ice Sisters and to establish an alliance, they happily led the way and continued to tell the legend of the Ice Sisters.

Garen was unconcerned with these legends, as they were heavily tainted with magical elements and were strictly forbidden to be disseminated in Demacia. However, during this process, Garen truly felt the Freljordians' reverence and faith in the Ice Sisters—a faith even stronger than that of their own nation's winged guardians.

Hunting, fighting, living, and even the moment before death... are all filled with blessings and prayers for the three ice sisters.

Just as Garen was still sighing, an excited voice suddenly came from the side:

"Brother! Look what I found?!"

Hearing this voice, a hint of helplessness appeared on Garen's face. Looking in the direction of the voice, Garen said seriously:

"Laxana! We are on a diplomatic mission now. Our words and actions represent the attitude and views of all of Demacia towards the Freljord. Likewise, our actions will be observed and remembered by the Freljord. Therefore, please be serious and, during the mission, address us by our military rank."

Hearing this, Lux blinked, and then her sunny little face became aggrieved: "But...but I found a Poro, it's very rare! So I wanted to show it to you..."

As Lux spoke, two furry little balls with small, curved horns quickly emerged from the thick, oversized blanket she was wearing. Their tongues lolled out, their bellies shaped like pink hearts. Looking left and right, I saw a grouchy Lux, humming and groaning. Then, they nuzzled her and wiped her tears with their fur.

Seeing this, Garen rubbed his brows helplessly, and said in a relaxed tone: "So, why did you follow us? And hide in the box... If we hadn't discovered it early, you would have turned into an ice sculpture last night!"

"I just wanted to come and see!"

Hearing that Garen's voice wasn't so harsh, Lux immediately laughed and said, "Besides, I've never been to Friarjord! Since I have the opportunity to come, I certainly won't let it go!"

"What's so good about the Freljord? The scenery isn't even as good as Mithril City."

Garen sighed: "Especially here, even the air is filled with uncontrolled magic... I even feel that my armor has become much heavier!"

"Yes."

Hearing this, the Fearless Pioneer recruit Sislia nodded in agreement and said:

"When we first set out, we were accompanied by two Master Demon Seekers. However, not long after entering the Freljord, those forbidden magic weapons were severely worn out, forcing them to stay in Uvendale to rest and recuperate..."

"hey-hey……"

Lux just smiled embarrassedly, but then raised her head and looked at the surrounding wilderness.

It was indeed very cold here. In fact, if it weren't for the thick fur and the guide from Freljord, they would have most likely died in the ubiquitous and hidden ice cracks. But to be honest, feeling the magic in the air, Lux felt extremely relaxed.

She didn't even need to suppress the magic power in her body! Because those magic hunter masters had already been destroyed by the ubiquitous cold magic here when they entered Freljord, and they injected magic hunter items such as magic hunting orders!

This feeling of freedom, of not having to hide my own magical fluctuations, is so comfortable! —It's just a little cold.

Just as Lux was still lost in thought, a voice suddenly came from a distance.

"Here they come! Here they come! The army of the Three Ice Sisters is coming!"

"army?!"

After hearing the words of the visitor, the people near Lakstak were also shocked and confused.

Especially Garen and others, they looked at each other, then immediately stood up and walked in the direction of the person coming, looking towards the north.

Just as that person said, on that endless plain, what came into view was an army that stretched as far as the eye could see.

As a soldier, and a fearless vanguard, Captain Sword, Garen had a thorough understanding of the military. Born into a Crown Guard family, Garen had spent his childhood in the military, living an ordinary life, training, and growing up in obscurity.

Therefore, for Galen, to judge whether an army is strong or not, he does not need too much contact. He can get a good idea just by looking at it from a distance.

And now, almost the moment he saw it, Garen couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Coming from afar, the surging army was like cold stars in the night, icy and biting. They clad in armor inlaid with black, pure ice. In the sunlight, the cast iron and cold steel gleamed a faint white light, like sharp blades, heavy and solemn, making one dare not look directly at them.

"That's...that's Drakron?! Why are they here?! Are they here to...that's not right!"

A tribal war mother, after a brief moment of shock, suddenly realized something. She then excitedly said, "The Sons of Ice have submitted to the Three Ice Sisters! They are the Death Apostles of the Three Ice Sisters!!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in discussion. For every Freljordian, the Drakrond Knight was a terrifying nightmare. Every time he appeared in the wilderness, he brought utter destruction to a tribe. Like a herald of doom, he brought war and unrest to all who saw him.

And now, among the knights of Drakron, people clearly saw three huge and ancient battle flags.

As they marched, the north wind blew the battle flags, dropping white ice dust. This solemn and ancient atmosphere occupied the hearts of the people. And for any Freljordian, the emblems on these three flags would be familiar.

They are the Bow of Avarosa representing unity, the Blade of Serilda representing strength, and the Eye of Lissandra representing wisdom.

To be honest, Garen doesn't understand the traditional culture of Freljord.

But he understood the military. A truly powerful army wasn't built solely on armor and weapons—a well-equipped army could certainly play a huge role on the battlefield, but the key to determining whether an army was strong lay in its quality. In other words, the overall quality of its soldiers.

But now, being closer and feeling more deeply, Garen's heart became heavier.

Holding high the banners of the Three Sisters and draped in heavy armor, the knights were as silent as soulless weapons of slaughter. Riding on frosthorns, the Drakron Knights appeared, and the entire plain was silenced by all sound except the wind and their footsteps.

The steady, heavy tread of footsteps echoed across the vast plain like war drums, stirring the hearts. Battle flags fluttered, and the ancient war patterns engraved on armor and banners seemed to come alive, brimming with indescribable might. Through the slits of the visor of his helmet, the knight's eyes were cold and cruel, betraying no trace of emotion. The weapon in his hand reflected a dull luster in the sunlight, and every gesture revealed a rigor and ruthlessness honed through countless trials.

In the center of the black and blue heavily armored knights was a man carrying a long sword, wearing heavy armor that was as dazzling as flames and covered with fangs, sharp teeth and jagged bone spurs.

Riding a muscular Frostguard troll, nearly three times the size of other frosthorns, clutching an icy chain, every movement caused a large amount of ice dust to fall from the troll's body. How could Faan's demeanor be so arrogant while riding on it?

105

Chapter 105: Murder and Arson Gold Belt.

Riding on the head of the Frostguard Troll, Fane's face was full of emotion.

Trolls are considered a superior species in the Freljord. Not only are they incredibly powerful, with one individual rivaling at least three to five Iceborn warriors, they also possess intelligence far superior to that of ordinary beasts. Combined with their cold-resistant skin, they are the monsters the Freljord tribesmen least want to face.

Trolls hunt in packs, much like frostfang wolves. Upon identifying a target, dozens of them often set out together. Ordinary tribes would be completely defenseless against such an attack. Furthermore, trolls' reproductive capacity is questionable, and their intelligence is only slightly higher than that of wild animals, rarely comparable to that of humans, save for a few individuals. Despite this, trolls remain the strongest contender for dominance in this icy ecosystem.

It’s a pity that as long as I, Zhuo, don’t step down, you will always be the crown prince.

As the true top predator on this ice field, Lissandra is definitely a real "taboo" in terms of ecology, let alone other things.

Over the past millennia, Lissandra has been constantly collecting anything that could enhance her chances of victory in the final battle against the Void. Among the many things Lissandra has collected, the powerful are her most important goal.

We Lissandra are kindhearted and cannot bear to see strong people die of illness or sudden death, so we erase their souls before they die and put them in the hospital called Soulless Knights in Drakron.

Of course, we don’t just take them away once we discover them, because this will lead to a generational gap among the strong for a long time in the future, and the strong people from the average gold level will drop to the silver level and become the king.

Therefore, Lissandra often takes them away when they are about to die, or when they choose to wander the icefield in order not to drag down the tribe, and then erases their souls and turns them into members of the Soulless Army.

The same principle applies to these trolls, which Lissandra collected in the same way. However, unlike the Drakron Soulless Knights, who were constantly deployed, Lissandra personally sealed these trolls in black ice to ensure they could fully combat when needed, rather than being worn down by daily tasks. She then thawed them when needed.

The Freljord also has the "the older the stronger" setting that is unique to fantasy worlds. Although this is more due to the changes in the magic of Runeland itself, the fact is that the ancient trolls were larger than modern trolls.

The trolls of this era were mostly between 2.2 and 2.5 meters tall. Although tall and much stronger than ordinary people, they were still within an acceptable range.

For example, the Frostguard troll under Faan's saddle was three times the size of an adult Frosthorn, and riding it was like riding on a smaller young King Kong. Its entire body was covered in rough, thick hide, and even its tusks were thicker, larger, and harder than those of modern trolls.

This can be seen in the monster stats in League of Legends. While unit costs and card power in League of Legends don't necessarily equate to their true power, this is similar to the backstory of supports on Summoner's Rift. Bard or Thresh, any of them can easily outmatch Caitlyn and Vainglory. Therefore, in most cases, League of Legends' costs and stats can only provide an indirect guide.

After all, card games still need to consider balance. Although imbalance will occur sooner or later, isn't it the same with Runeterra and Summoner's Rift?

It's hard to imagine that in Runeland, where people can summon meteors, rub black holes with their hands, create demons, reverse time, create ascenders, and use hextech, there is a hero whose fighting style is to hit people with his belly.

While seemingly unconventional, Faan truly achieved a perfect score in ecology—the Hunter Guild prioritizes ecological assessments, even more rigorously than combat skill assessments. As a novice professional hunter, you might not know how to sharpen your katana or ascend a dragon. You might not know how to GP your shield axe, how to quickly accumulate a red shield and red blade, or even how to super-unlock it. But you must know how to distinguish ecosystems, how to identify ecological relationships, and how to quickly determine the local food chain.

This is due, firstly, to the importance of the Monster Hunter world's ecosystem, and the slightest carelessness could lead to severe regional ecological damage caused by a few individuals. Secondly, the Hunter Guild's high-ranking officials include many Dragonkin and Ancient Dragonkin.

Judging from the appearance of the Frostguard trolls, Fane could roughly guess that there should be some of these special individuals in this era, but not too many. Because the ecological balance exists, if a large number of Frostguard trolls really appeared, the ultimate result would be a lack of food distribution, and the population would eventually return to its normal size.

Lissandra has been collecting them day after day for thousands of years... Fane is almost certain that the number of ancient trolls in Lissandra's freezer is more than all the ancient trolls that have appeared in the past hundred years combined.

Because in the past few hundred years, excluding these few years, the thousands of years before that were all in Lissandra's freezer.

Thinking of this, Fane felt a little sad.

Other women would beat men to their knees and take them back to be used as Star Fury. But Lissandra was different. She took them back, wiped their souls, and turned them into pure fighting shells, then put them in the freezer. Then, when the final battle in the Void came, she would be used as cannon fodder...

And now these ancient trolls, monsters, and armies are just the tip of the iceberg of the army under Lissandra's control. Lissandra's real focus is always on the Howling Abyss.

Even now, after completing the inauguration ceremony of the United Tribes and taking the oath, she will return to the Howling Abyss to continue monitoring the Abyss Watcher sealed in the Howling Abyss.

The richest woman who has done all kinds of bad things.

But no matter what, riding on the Frostguard Troll provided by Lissandra, Faan still felt quite refreshed.

However, after people's attention was initially attracted by Faan, it was soon attracted to the three ice sisters riding three angry snow mammoths behind them.

Unlike Faan's mount, the mammoths Ashe and the others rode had wider backs and steadier steps, so three huge ice thrones were placed on them. The three ice sisters sat on them.

Be it Ashe with her gentle face but firm gaze, or Sejuani with her frivolous face and rebelliousness, or even Lissandra, who makes one feel like their soul is frozen at a glance, the moment they appeared on the stage, they attracted the worship of countless people in Rakstak.

They didn't even need to speak. The equipment, the overwhelming power, the noble and inviolable sacredness and majesty made them certain that the legend circulating in the tribe was true - the three ice sisters had really returned.

And in this series of thunderous cheers and prostrations, Fane also discovered a group of interesting people.

This Luxtak, is there really a Lux?

What are the people from Demacia doing here?

Don’t tell me that my country in this timeline has already been destroyed!

106

Chapter 106 The glorious deeds of my bladder.

Faan was naturally no stranger to Lux.

After all... As the character most likely to become the heroine of Runeterra, Lux, as Riot's daughter, is definitely well-deserved. She has many high-quality skins in both League of Legends and League of Legends.

It's a pity that the character created in the story gives people the impression that he is a simple naive person who is more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything, and who always means well but ends up doing bad things.

Just kidding, LeBlanc, the Deceiver, racked her brains to plunge Demacia into chaos, even going so far as to personally go to a small border town in Demacia to cause internal divisions. In the end, she was directly crushed by 24 fearless vanguards led by Garen.

Moreover, when Garen was unaware of the situation and entered the city unarmed, he disarmed and remained undefeated in the face of the siege of thousands of Trifari Legion soldiers, Noxus's most elite legion. Finally, with the help of Quinn, he successfully waited for the arrival of the Dragonbird Army and directly thwarted the conspiracy, causing Leblanc's secession plan to fail. In addition, the country that originally intended to split had closer ties with Demacia, and became more hostile to Noxus.

And what about Lux? Her actions included, but were not limited to, releasing Sylas, which triggered the Demacia Mage Rebellion. During the rebellion, she lost control of her grief and was discovered by Carter, who had infiltrated Demacia. She then revealed Jarvan III's hiding place, allowing Carter to successfully kill him. In this process, Sylas not only caused the Mage Rebellion, but also triggered a series of chain reactions.

Because Jarvan III and Tiana both realized that Runeterra was entering a new era, they prepared to reduce the authority of the demon hunters and relax the restrictions on Demacia's mages - this was a meticulous and lengthy process, because Demacia was originally founded by a group of people who were persecuted by mages. This historical legacy needed to be dealt with seriously and without any carelessness.

But then, because Jarvan III was assassinated during the Mage Rebellion (although it was Carter who killed him, Silas was willing to take the blame for killing Jarvan III), the newly appointed Prince Jarvan IV became more and more disgusted with magic, and the power of the demon hunters was also greatly enhanced... Although Jarvan IV also realized his father's painstaking efforts in the later plot, the mistake had already been made, and the power of the demon hunters had reached a point where it was difficult to restrict.

As for Silas leading the Freljordians into the country later, that was actually a small matter...

In general.

LeBlanc's elaborate schemes and intrigues are far less effective than my one true outpouring of emotion.

This is also the reason why the rumor "Akshan shot Lux and resurrected many Demacians" spread online.

According to the original storyline, this girl was portrayed so poorly... Although she grew up later, the bad influence she caused to Demacia has reached an immeasurable level.

but it does not matter.

Because Demacia is an excellent ally of the Freljord. As an ally, it is also Faan's responsibility to help the ally share the domestic pressure and deal with hidden risks.

Out of selfless international spirit, Fane has enough confidence to give the overly simple and kind Lux ​​the correct education and kind guidance to prevent things that could have been avoided from happening.

As for the education method... well, the main thing is to make Lux realize the full picture of the world, rather than just thinking that everyone in the world is as happy as herself under the protection of her family. And to give her ample encouragement, let her know how to achieve the career she desires.