Monster Hunter from League of Legends

"Go play somewhere else."

"Okay boss!"

Yumi was happy with the fish in her mouth. She shook her head and opened the door and walked towards her cat bed, ready to enjoy it.

As for what the boss and these sweet girls were going to do, Yuumi didn't know, didn't understand, and didn't care. She was the most amazing cat, but now she just wanted to eat fish.

The door was pushed open by Yumi, and everyone saw Faan with shining eyes, bulging veins on his head, and throbbing blood vessels.

He walked towards the house step by step, with the hard head of the earth dragon on one side, the iron head of the crown dragon on the other side, and the essence of the fire dragon on the other side.

Ice beads, flame beads, lightning beads, paralysis beads, continuous beads——

Install a range healing chimney.

When he walked in front of Lissandra and the others, he stood there, the light of magic ice crystals shone from above, and Faan's head fell on Lissandra's face, leaving a huge shadow.

See the gun!

The Crazy Dragon Factor was super-activated and metabolized at a high speed, so there was no resistance. Soon, everyone present felt a strong impulse in their bodies, and their sense of smell and touch were enhanced several times.

The testosterone glands secreted a large amount of it, and the strong masculine scent hit the mind, and even Lissandra couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

Looking at Lissandra, Faan panted and said, "Are you ready?"

"Is it still interesting to ask this now?"

Lissandra shook her head, trying to avoid the strong smell, but the smell filled the room and she failed.

"If you don't want to."

Although he said this, Fane still honestly brought Tongliao closer.

Feeling the heat and intensity falling on her face, Lissandra pursed her lips and silently carried out the agreement she made with Ashe at Gushuangkou.

He broke open the door that was leaking water.

"My greenhouse is yours too."

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Chapter 125: The War Masons of Noxus.

Although Sejuani was ready to face Faan, with Alola in the top lane, Sejuani in the jungle, and Lissandra in the mid lane, AD Ashe, they were facing an extremely advanced jungle king. Unfortunately, any jungler who could advance in development was either strong enough to carry and fight, or had superb mechanics.

After a series of rounds of fighting, it was not until three o'clock in the afternoon of the next day that Fane gradually died down.

Looking at everyone who had fallen into a deep sleep, Fane let out a breath.

As if dreaming something sweet, the sleeping Allura chuckled and muttered something about a baby. Through the marks engraved on his wives' bodies, Faan could sense that they were in good condition, rapidly absorbing nutrients and exerting expended energy and strength in their sleep.

Well, just like Lissandra, after Lissandra was vaccinated with the Dragon Rage Vaccine, Faan also vaccinated others with the Dragon Rage Vaccine. And similar marks were left on the corresponding parts of the vaccination.

Looking back now, Faan couldn't help but feel deeply surprised by this grand party. Especially Lissandra, Faan really didn't know about her and Alora's research into the spiritual realm.

No wonder it felt so familiar and eager even though it was my first time. I guess my body had already simulated this countless times, driven by instinct, during the resonance, and this time, I finally got what I wanted and was able to actually do it.

But if you really had to count, the biggest surprise was definitely Alola, right? As a Vastaya from the Pawnee tribe, Alola's rabbit-like characteristics weren't just those big furry ears and fluffy tail, but also those full, voluptuous hips and legs.

Because it's difficult for a normal human woman to maintain both plumpness and slenderness in her hips and legs, let alone slenderness and fullness. However, as rabbit-like Vastaya, the Berni Vastaya have more fat in their hips and legs than humans, yet they are more beautiful and full, without the appearance of being bloated or even obese.

On the contrary, when engaging in confrontational exercise later, the layers of dynamic flesh waves are simply dazzling and impossible to stop watching.

It's a pity that Fane doesn't have the habit of writing a diary, otherwise he could find an opportunity to publish a guide to appreciating the alien race Vastaya.

But after thinking about it carefully, he decided to forget it. After all, Fain was too narrow-minded to share his lover's quirks with others.

After closing the door to the corner room, Fane glanced at the frost slaves guarding the area. These creatures, without thoughts or even souls, were perfect weapons, especially when frozen, without even consuming precious supplies.

Ashe and the others probably wouldn't wake up until tomorrow, and since no government affairs had been handled all morning, it was natural for Faan, as the warmaster, to come to the temporary government hall to handle it.

It's easy to say these things weren't done by humans. Fane felt dizzy after just a quick glance. It's hard to imagine how Ashe could pinpoint the crux of the matter in just a few words, find the corresponding tribe among the many that had joined the Freljord Empire, and then issue the corresponding orders...

"I don't understand. I don't understand at all."

Rubbing his brows, Fane was sure that he was not cut out for this, so he simply looked up military intelligence about the surrounding areas.

To be honest, Fann wasn't good at fighting either. But Fann had a lot of tricks up his sleeve. He knew many unknown secrets of Runeland and could make connections and guesses based on the connections between clues.

Just after looking for a while, Fane soon discovered something.

It's information about Noxus, and the content is a bit complicated, but it doesn't matter. Fane's favorite thing is to solve similar problems.

After thinking hard for a long time, Fan finally found a solution.

"Someone, call Garen."

"嗻～"

Wow, we've just entered the feudal era from the primitive age, the walls of the capital haven't even been built yet, and we already have eunuchs. Our Freljord is really amazing!

After pouring a glass of warm water, Fane drank it while reading the relevant information and extracting the corresponding information from his memory for comparison.

Not long after, Garen arrived. Seeing that it was Faan, Garen breathed a sigh of relief. Although Ashe was known for her tolerance and gentleness among the three Ice Sisters, Garen felt uneasy.

The main reason is that Ashe seems to have the ability to see through people's hearts, which makes Garen always feel constrained and stressed. And Faan...

While getting along with Fine wasn't exactly relaxing, at least I didn't have to worry about political issues like diplomatic relations. In Fine's own words, all he knew about national governance was de-urbanization and de-ruralization; he knew nothing else and had no interest in it.

"Here I come~Jing"

"Ah."

Nodding, Garen said, "I've been wanting to find you and Warmother Ashe for a long time. It's just that I couldn't find you all morning, and I've been waiting until now."

"Looking for us? What do you want with me and Ashe?"

Faun inquired.

"Lux and I are getting ready to leave."

Galen said:

"Six days have passed since the founding of the Freljord. During this time, I have witnessed and remembered the changes and developments of this country. Warmother Ashe is undoubtedly a great leader, but now, I should return to my country and report everything related to this place to His Majesty Jarvan III."

Hearing this, Faen nodded thoughtfully, but still said: "Is that so? But don't leave in a hurry."

"Oh why?"

Galen's eyes lit up with curiosity, while Fane handed the parchment with the message directly to Galen.

He began to read with curiosity, and soon his expression became serious.

Warmasons from Noxus are found in large numbers in the Freljord.

War Masons are one of Noxus' unique units. While they might sound like combat engineers, crafting siege engines and catapults on the front lines, this group is actually quite diverse. Beyond the literal craftsmen and engineers who build engineering machinery, there are also many resourceful scouts, stealthy assassins, and brave warriors.

Ostensibly, War Masons designed and oversaw the construction of roads, bridges, and fortifications. However, in reality, the first sign of Noxian war and expansion wasn't the march of troops, but rather the incursion of lone War Masons deep into enemy territory, scouting for viable invasion routes, gathering intelligence favorable to the empire, sabotaging important fortifications, and even prematurely beheading enemy commanders.

And now, they have sneaked into the territory of Freljord.

Several people froze to death...

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Chapter 126: I thought about it for three days and three nights but still couldn’t figure it out.

To be fair, Noxus is indeed quite awesome. With the rendering of many plot CGs, it gives people the feeling of the ultimate social Darwinist aggregate.

But the question is, which region in Runeterra doesn't have some signature hard-core jobs?

Ionia, for example, is so active in the spiritual realm that spirits can even descend directly into the material realm. Furthermore, there are the reclusive Vastaya and the Xari, a vast collection of spiritual minds. Demacia is no pushover either, with its forbidden magic stones and the sheer number of Superman per capita, and even its so-called Winged Guardians being the least of their worries.

Instead, a purple-skinned bald guy who likes to collect small stones placed a few small stones deep in the Forbidden Magic Stone Forest. With just a snap of his fingers, he could destroy half of the continental shelf.

Marvel next door also has something to say: Why does the purple-skinned bald man like to collect these dangerous little stones so much?

And the Freljord...

It’s like people from Guangzhou suddenly come to Mohe in the coldest days of winter, wearing a vest and shorts, dragging their children and holding a palm-leaf fan. Xiao Bi Zai Zhi, I’ll let you fly today!

"I've been thinking about it for three days and three nights, but I still can't figure out why Darkwill made such a decision."

Holding a cup of hot tea with some nutritional supplements poured into it, Faan said with a sigh, "We are brothers, so I will tell you the truth. Even if you, Demacia, come to invade our Freljord, I can understand."

"Will not!"

Upon hearing this, Garen immediately said seriously: "We Demacians love peace, and our relations with any allies are friendly and mutually supportive. The many countries east of the Greenfang Peak Great Wall on the border can testify to this!"

"Look at you, you're in a hurry."

Glancing helplessly at Garen, Fane knew that Garen was thinking about politics again: "Demacia has always been my second home. How could I not know Demacia's traditions? I'm just using a metaphor, understand?"

"All right……"

Hearing this, Garen sighed helplessly: "But I am the ambassador of Demacia after all, and some things still need to be taken seriously."

"alright."

Fine said:

"I say this because the part of Demacia that borders the Freljord is right to the south of the Freljord. It's a little further from the far northern tundra, so the spring and summer are longer. Besides winter, you can even go out in autumn if you're well prepared. While it's still dangerous, if you're fully prepared... you can at least enter the outer areas of the Freljord?"

Having said this, Fine also shook his head - the probability is too low.

Didn't the thief who caused such a stir in Demacia nearly freeze to death upon entering the Freljord? Without a guide, a single ice hole or rift could easily wipe out a group of a hundred or so. And hidden beneath the snow, these rifts are more numerous than the Freljord's wildlife.

"The border between Noxus and the Freljord happens to be the northeasternmost point closest to the permafrost, a place not even the Freljordians would easily set foot in. These Noxians rushed in so recklessly. I don't know how to judge them. Even their bodies were found in ice cracks."

In fact, it wasn't just the bodies found in the ice rifts; to be more precise, the Noxians were under surveillance by Lissandra after entering the Freljord. Drakron Knight then immediately went out to the ice rifts to help collect the bodies.

"In fact, those war craftsmen are also quite helpless."

Fahn sipped his water and said:

"Although it's summer, the border between Noxus and the Freljord is still freezing, even with sufficient supplies and heating equipment. Without a guide or a stable reference point, even a Freljordian would be at risk of getting lost in this pristine white snowfield. And what's more, these warcrafters, who are unfamiliar with the area, are at risk."

"So, you plan to..."

Galen asked tentatively.

"Let's just teach him a lesson, so that Darkwill guy won't lose his way..."

Fahn didn't take it seriously and said, "By the way, Glenna! Please help call the witness over."

"Ah."

Glenna on the side nodded indifferently.

Glenna didn't know much about Freljord, and Faan looked very relaxed and confident, so Glenna didn't interfere too much.

Looking at Glenna leaving, Galen beside her said, "Witness?"

"Ah."

Fane said: "Although I don't know who the general leading this group of Noxians is, he has already made two mistakes just now."

"First, anyone not of Freljord descent who enters the Freljord from the southern border is almost certain to die. Entering from the cold northern border is a sure thing."

"Second, those of Freljord descent would not be able to take the return of the three sisters so well."

While they were talking, the person had already been brought in by Gujia.

He was covered in heavy fabrics and animal skins, but underneath the skins and fabrics, Garen could still see the Noxian-style black steel armor.

This black steel was produced in the Delverhold in the Ironthorn Mountains—a noble estate that existed since the founding of Noxus. Located atop the Ironthorn Mountains, bordering the Freljord, it was easily defended and boasted of rich deposits of high-quality gold and iron. The black steel produced there was as renowned as Demacia's silversteel, recognized as the finest iron for armor and standard issue for Noxus' elite legions.

This person was none other than Sergeant Major Sokota, a naturalized Freljord warrior who had become an ice wanderer at the border of the Ironthorn Mountains because his tribe was destroyed. In order to survive, he decided to take his Iceborn wife to serve in the Noxian army.

And now, the moment he entered the corner room, Sokota knelt on one knee and humbly worshipped Fane: "Greetings, Supreme War Marshal!"

The Noxians are not Freljordians. They cannot see the server-wide announcement from the ancient frost mouth spiritual realm that the Freljordans see in their minds, and they cannot understand what the return of the three sisters means to the people on this ice field.

"Tell me what you know."

"As ordered."

Sokota nodded and said:

"Noxus's northern commander is Darius, known as the 'Hand of Noxus.' His Trifarii Legion, combined with the six noble chapters, forms a massive war group. They were stationed at the Delverhold just before I left, suspected of plotting against the Freljord. Before I left, this was the list of supplies I was responsible for transporting."

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