Monster Hunter from League of Legends

After walking out of Allura's house, Faan was also a little sighing - he had originally wanted to confirm today's plan with Lissandra, but who knew that spring had arrived and it was the mating season for animals again.

Even the little rabbits at home suddenly went into heat.

I had thought I'd have to wait a while longer for Miss Rabbit to make up her mind, but I didn't expect...what had happened? Fahn wasn't sure, but it didn't matter. After all, it was already right in front of me, so I just had to eat it.

It’s a pity that the timing is wrong.

Although he is a hunter, Fan still knows what to hunt and when.

Wasting an hour or two so early in the morning for no apparent reason was a waste of time. After satisfying Miss Rabbit's plea and delivering a hearty meal, Fain, carrying his long sword, headed for the fields outside Laxtak.

Because of the delay of more than ten minutes, when Fane arrived, many people from the tribe were already waiting in the wilderness.

There were both men and women among these people. Unlike the respect they showed towards Ashe and Sejuani yesterday, when they looked at Faan, their eyes were more or less solemn, scrutinizing, and even hostile.

The tribal leaders of the Freljord are basically all female war mothers. This is because of history and culture, and also because of the simple traditional concept that only strong women can pass on strong bloodlines.

When the War Mother is away, or when she is pregnant or about to give birth, at other critical moments, the War Priest will command the tribe. While conveying the War Mother's orders, he must also take on the mission of strengthening the tribe when the War Mother is unable to convey orders.

And now, the United Horde... or the Freljord Empire is about to be established, and the position of "Warmaster" who commands all war sacrifices can be said to be something that every tribe desires.

After all, the authority and sacredness of the Three Ice Sisters are unshakable, but the position of War Marshal has always been held by the tribe's most powerful War Mother Blood Alliance.

And what about Faan? A guy no one had ever heard of, yet he became the common blood ally of the three Ice Sisters? This was hard for the other tribes to accept.

Faan, Ashe, and Lissandra had already foreseen this scene - there was one person who didn't, but we won't mention her here.

For this purpose, Fan initially planned to take some "big stuff" and walk around Lakstak twice, so that others would know and consider their own strength.

But who knew that Lissandra was really rich, and she directly sent out a fully armed group of Drakron Knights to support the scene, and also thawed an ancient frost slave for Faan to use as a mount.

This ancient troll, which has lower intelligence but several times the strength and size of today's trolls, is much stronger than the so-called monster corpses.

Ordinary trolls only cost three or four mana in LOR.

However, even for a frost slave demon, it is impossible to eliminate the "ambition" of all tribal war priests.

But Fain didn't care. Facing the crowd's gaze, Fain said calmly, "I know what you're thinking, but it doesn't matter... Come, let's prove our strength with a glorious hunt."

As he spoke, Faan whistled. This time, it wasn't a frost demon, but a full-grown frosthorn. Nearly two meters tall, its broad back covered in bristling hair. Sitting astride it, Faan declared, "If you want to prove yourself, use your fists and your sword!"

"Humph!"

After hearing what Faan said, the tribal war priests all raised their voices in solidarity.

I thought: It's just hunting, who's afraid of who?

With this in mind, the tribal war priest, as well as other powerful blood allies and male Iceborn in the tribe, all mounted their pack animals and followed Faan to the hunting grounds.

Meanwhile, Garen, wearing a windbreaker and riding a pack animal bought with food, also realized that something was wrong.

Looking at Faan who had already set off and the tribal war priest following behind Faan with a suspicious look on his face, Garen felt confused.

Wasn't this hunt a noble activity? It was used to connect the military leaders of the various tribes, so as to better govern the Freljord Empire after its establishment? To prevent unnecessary military rebellions?

But why, why is it that from Faen to these tribal war festivals from different tribes, there is such strong hostility towards each other?

How could this be the atmosphere of aristocratic socializing? Instead, it felt like a real-life combat drill between different teams.

"Brother, I feel like the atmosphere seems a bit strange. Isn't this supposed to be a social event? Why do they seem to hate Mr. Fine?"

Riding on the pack animal beside them, Lux, who knew nothing about politics, could clearly feel the mutual hostility and competition among the tribal war priests.

After a moment of silence, Garen shook his head helplessly: "I don't know... maybe it's a traditional custom in the Freljord. Anyway, be careful, don't run around. This isn't Demacia. I can feel the wildness of this land."

As he spoke, Garen moved his body uncomfortably.

He wasn't sure before, but after staying in Freljord for a long time, Garen could clearly feel that the armor on his body had become a lot heavier.

However, because the weather was so cold, Galen wasn't sure if it was because his body was frozen or if it was due to something else...

Could it be that the armor absorbs the cold wind? That would be too strange. Wouldn't that make it magic armor?

Thinking in his mind, Garen also urged his mount and followed the main force with Lux to the distant mountains.

But as they followed Fane, those who initially thought he was just hunting some Frostfang Wolves, Frozenfang Boars, or at most Icefield Mammoths soon widened their eyes when they saw the target.

Trolls, three-headed trolls, and not the trolls of this era, those who are only half a meter or even one meter taller than ordinary people, but the ancient frost trolls that only exist in legends and can even hunt ice giants.

Feeling the crowd's confusion, a smile appeared on Fain's lips. He looked behind him with a slightly sarcastic look, not concealing the sarcasm and ridicule in his eyes.

"What's going on? Why is there a scent of fear and cowardice in the air? Am I smelling it wrong?"

Upon hearing this, there was a slight commotion among the war festival group.

This made Galen, who was standing by, even more puzzled - was this really an aristocratic gathering?

But at this moment, a man suddenly walked out.

"Don't worry, Warmaster Faan."

The man who came with two heavy hammers in his hands was none other than Ashe's biological father, Ilu. Now, Ilu said with a cheerful smile:

"After all, you are the one who conquered the Three Ice Sisters, not this group of cowards who become weak at the sight of trolls."

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Chapter 112 War Sacrifice and Hunting.

After hearing Yilu's words, there was a commotion among the crowd. But then someone said, "That sounds nice, but you just want us to die. If..."

"What if I do it myself?"

After taking a look at the man, Fahn showed a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

"Why do you think there are three of them here? Try your best, warriors from all the tribes... at least find a way to kill one of them before I finish my hunt."

As soon as he finished speaking, Faan leaped up from the Frosthorn, a pair of dragon wings spread out behind him. The gazes of the people around him suddenly narrowed - Beast Spirit Walker?!

While everyone was still in doubt, Faan flapped his wings and glided downward at an astonishing speed. In just a moment, he arrived in front of the two freed frost slave demons.

He didn't maintain dragon form all the time—unless it was absolutely necessary, the energy consumption was still too great. More often than not, Faan preferred to use his purest form for a "fairly evenly matched" hunt.

But even so, along with a flash of cold light, under the blazing sword light, a streak of blood still shot out from the arm of the Frost Slave Demon!

After being attacked, the Frost Slave Demon, who was originally at a loss because of suddenly regaining his freedom, was also slightly stunned. After seeing Faan, he immediately became furious and roared angrily. His hands, which were like pillars, were raised high, with surging frost attached to them. While freezing the wound, his consciousness smashed towards Faan without mercy.

Feeling the feedback from the slash, Faan's eyes showed a hint of solemnity.

Although the meat of the zombies hunted this time was frozen zombie meat taken out of Lissandra's refrigerator, Lissandra's preservation methods were quite sophisticated. Even though their souls had been erased, after thousands of years, the bodies of these frost slaves still maintained their state in life and did not show any signs of weakening due to the freezing.

It can even be said that because of the strong energy contained in the polluted ice, their skin and flesh have been further strengthened.

While the R6-level Flying Dragon Blade Zhu and the R4-level Flying Dragon Blade Hongye might appear similar in appearance, their strength and sharpness differ significantly due to the different forging materials. Yet, even weapons of this strength couldn't directly sever the Frost Slave Demon's bones, instead losing their power after only a third of the way through?

As he thought about it, a serious look appeared in Fahn's eyes.

Lissandra had already released her control over these frost slaves. Although she could refreeze and enslave them at any time, if she had to ask Lissandra for help for just this level of hunting, what right did she have to ride on Lissandra's arrogance?

I'm afraid it will be the same as what Sejuani said, and I will have to lie under Lissandra and actively serve her!

"dream!"

With a determined and fierce look in his eyes, Fane whispered, "Yuumi!"

"Here comes the boss!!"

Lying on the magic book, Yumi jumped out from behind Faan. Looking at Faan, who was fighting with great fighting spirit and fighting against the frost troll, Yumi felt that she had become as powerful as Faan - "With me and you, we will fight together!"

Accompanied by Yumi's excited shout, a stream of blue-gold magic erupted from her body and sank into Faan's body, forming a translucent energy shield. In Runeterra, aside from magic that can be learned through special means, truly powerful beings display unique, even one-of-a-kind qualities the moment they awaken their magical talents. Yumi possessed the extremely rare magic of protection and enhancement.

And now, feeling the flow of energy, Fane also felt the magic power flowing through his body so clearly for the first time.

Coordinating his body, Fane turned around the moment he locked onto the Qi, and moved as fast as the wind!

Twisting to avoid the troll's blow, Faan's gaze narrowed, and he let out a low roar as he locked onto the gap in the force. Immediately afterwards, the sharp blade broke through the air, slashing out along the gap in the force.

Without any dragon-man reinforcement, the surge of magic power within Faan's body erupted into a torrent of magic power, sinking into Faan's body with astonishing efficiency. The strengthened muscles suddenly bulged, and the flesh along the outside of the troll's arm turned into a fierce white light - swish!!!

The two-meter-long blade penetrated into it as easily as a hot knife cutting through butter. With a slash of the sword, sticky blood splashed out along the trajectory of the blade.

"Roar!!!"

The heavy impact, accompanied by excruciating pain, surged through the troll's body, its remaining energy surging through its remaining body. With a terrified roar, the once formidable frost troll's massive body toppled uncontrollably to one side. The severed arm was split straight down the middle, its pale bones exposed to the frigid air, emitting steaming heat. Blood flowed freely, instantly staining the vast expanse of ice crimson!

"So strong! So awesome!"

After seeing this scene, Yumi was not afraid, but couldn't help but praise it.

After all, they are cats, and there is a certain hunting instinct in their hearts.

Although she loved her previous owner, Nora, as a rabbit yordle, had always been gentle and had never behaved rudely. Now, experiencing a completely different style for the first time, Yuumi felt a part of her heart that had been neglected for years finally being nurtured. "We are the most powerful assassin duo!!"

Hearing Yumi's cheerful and sunny voice, a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of Faan's mouth - as a hunter, he still needs to have a Felynx companion by his side!

On the other side, on the hillside, looking at Fane who had already started hunting, Ilu also showed a smile on his face.

As Ashe's biological father, Ilu did not hate Faan - because he was strong enough, brave enough, and Ashe liked him very much.

As a native Freljordian, Ilu knew very well how precious it was for the War Mother and the Blood Alliance to have a mutual affection for each other before they took the oath... Even he and Glenna only understood each other's character after they took the oath.

Before this, Glenna also made oaths with other blood alliances through political marriage.

And now...

With a smile on his lips, Ilu looked around, with an undisguised indifference in his eyes.

"The Warmaster of Faan has begun the hunt! Cowards, are you still going to wait?!"

113

Chapter 113 is too appointed.

With Faan's example, although the other war priests were afraid of the frost trolls, not everyone was afraid. Soon, a strong warrior came out.

"Hmph, what are you waiting for? Are you going to embarrass yourself by standing here? Stop standing there like an idiot! Let the hunt begin!!"

Then, the warrior wearing animal skins urged the beast of burden under him, roaring and launching a fearless charge.

One person did so first, and the expressions of the others also changed slightly. Their fighting spirit grew, and the unique fearlessness of the Freljord people was aroused, and they charged forward in groups.

This fearless spirit not only affected the Freljord people, but also among them, as a soldier and a warrior, Garen could feel his body gradually getting hot, eager to try, and ready for battle.

"What are you waiting for? I can already feel your body craving a fight."

Looking at Garen beside him, Iru said loudly: "Don't hold back! On this icy plain, only by embracing the wildness can you survive better! And if you keep retreating, these guys will look down on you."

Pointing to the tribes participating in the hunt below, Ilu said calmly, "The Warmaster told me that you come from a civilized and prosperous place. But civilization and prosperity mean nothing to us... If you can't demonstrate sufficient strength to defend it, you will only become their 'granary'."

Hearing this, Garen's eyes narrowed a few times, then he took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I understand... Thank you for your reminder."

"Don't thank me. The Warmaster told me to do this."

Ilu seemed unconcerned.

Warmaster...is it Faan?

Thinking in his heart, Garen said to Lux beside him: "Stay here and don't move. I'll be back soon."

"Uh-huh!"

Lux nodded, her eyes filled with excitement as she looked at this scene she had never seen before.

He had seen duels between nobles, but Lux had never seen anything like this: a group of powerful warriors hunting such a powerful ice giant (troll) on the freezing ice field.

Demacia is a plain nestled among mountains, a literal land of abundance.

And now, watching the scene unfold before her eyes, a scene only seen in epic stories, as heroes slayed giants, Lux felt incredibly excited! No wonder her brother always said he couldn't appreciate those heroic operas; real battles were so intense! Actors on stage might display elegance, but they couldn't even remotely capture the brutality of this kind!

But hunting ancient trolls is not as easy as you think.

Even when not standing upright, the ancient troll is nearly five meters tall. Its sturdy upper body is like an indestructible fortress, and its pillar-like arms can knock those strong Iceborn away with just a wave of its hand.

At the beginning, Garen and even the Iceborn thought that Fane could fight a troll on his own, so even if they were not as good as him, the difference would not be too big.

But after the contact, Garen soon felt a sense of pressure.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Watching the Iceborn being slapped away, a solemn expression crossed Garen's eyes. He then commanded the Frosthorn provided by Faan (Lissandra) to charge, gripping the heavy greatsword with one hand. His tempered body erupted with immense power, combined with the Frosthorn's impact. With a single blow, the Frost Troll's ankle erupted in a stream of blood. However, Garen also felt a sharp pain in his palm.

That hard bone was incredibly difficult to slice through head-on like Faan, let alone cut through directly. The mere reaction force from the impact of the swing made Garen's palm ache.

The attack failed, and the troll immediately turned his gaze towards Garen and opened his mouth wide. Thick frost turned into ice spikes and spewed out along with a foul-smelling breath.