Monster Hunter from League of Legends

Chapter 127: A simple lesson? A heavy blow must be delivered!!!

After casually glancing at the inventory, Faan nodded and said, "How many people still know about Noxus?"

"a lot of."

Sokota lowered his head and said, "The Noxians have recruited many Freljordians into their border troops, and some of them have been trained as war masons. Three of them returned to the Freljord with me, and I have given the relevant information to Warmother Glenna."

Hearing this, Faen turned his gaze to Glenna, who also said, "They are writing something now, about the border information of the Noxians."

"..."

Looking at Faan and Glenna talking, Garen beside them also fell into deep thought.

Especially since the enemy was commanded by the Hand of Noxus and consisted of a large battle group consisting of seven large wargroups including the Trifari Legion.

As Demacia's most elite ground force, the Sword Captain of the Fearless Vanguard, Noxus was Garen's old rival. Garen was also well aware of Noxus's military structure.

As an army disguised as a nation, Noxus possesses the largest military on Runeterra. These armies are organized into independent warbands, rarely coordinating except for major combat missions. Each warband is led by its own leader, marshal, or captain, and each region possesses its own unique culture, hierarchy, and combat preferences. Aside from individual units, the rest are more like private armies of nobles or even mercenary bands annexed by Noxus than a Noxian army.

However, these warbands will accept orders from the Empire and can form larger war groups when necessary. It sounds a bit sloppy, like a group of bandits, but this is exactly the power that Noxus advocates.

The power that Noxus advocates is not just simple force and strategy, but includes all human skills.

Fighting, magic, theft, construction, poisoning, divination, medicine... any imaginable skill that can be relied upon for a living is considered a part of power in the eyes of Noxians.

This chaotic legion style makes Noxus' battlefield performance very extreme. But one thing is certain, that is, when the commander of these legions is a person with a talent for war, then the upper limit will be extremely high.

To face such a large battle group, even Demacia would need to send out its elite troops to fight alongside many allies in order to hold its ground.

but now……

Garen felt that the possibility of Noxian victory was very slim - the intelligence was unilaterally transparent, so what should he do?

"Of course the Noxians wouldn't understand."

Faan handed the list of supplies to Galen and said:

"The Freljord's ability to survive in this harsh land stems not only from the constant selection of the fittest but also from their unity. Every warrior and every bloodsworn within the tribe is willing to bravely charge to the death under the command of the Warmother for the survival of the tribe. Those wanderers who lost their tribe naturally chose to join Noxus. But now, a unified, united tribe has been established."

The scene that impressed Faan the most about Ashe's personal comics was not actually the scene where Ashe picked up the Holy Bow and became the reincarnation of Avarosa, nor was it the scene where Ashe broke up with Sejuani and took the homeless Hearth dwellers to establish a new Avarosa tribe and head to the southern tribe.

What Faan truly remembered was the determination of the Freljord people for the survival of their tribe.

Under Glenna's orders, first it was Ashe's biological father Ilu, then Glenna, and even after Glenna's death, Glenna's other two blood allies still steadfastly carried out Glenna's orders, escorting Ashe all the way to Ancient Frost Mouth as sworn fathers, and taking the initiative to stay behind to cover their retreat when they were caught up.

"Under the banner of the Three Sisters, fighting side by side for a unified Freljord, this is the deepest desire of countless Freljordians. If it were a shattered Freljord ice field, Noxus might be able to naturalize the Freljordians and become their war masons. But a unified Freljord Empire..."

Without saying anything else, Faan simply smiled calmly and said, "But the Freljord Empire has just been established, so we should prioritize safety. A simple lesson will suffice. Do you have any suggestions? Speaking from the perspective of a Demacian?"

"Since you have already made up your mind, I think there is no need to mention my humble opinions..."

Taking the list of supplies, Garen looked at it and said:

"Your Excellency the Warmaster clearly has some understanding of Noxus. With the advantages of climate and intelligence, I don't think anything unexpected will happen if he simply teaches them a lesson... Tsk, these Noxians are just like before, sending a bunch of traditional nobles from the Immortal Bastion to take advantage of the opportunity to gild themselves."

Faan had a plan in mind, and since it was just a small-scale war to teach a lesson, Garen had no intention of interfering. However, as a longtime rival of Noxus, after taking a look at the inventory, Garen noticed something.

Especially with these traditional Noxian nobles - as a soldier who rose from the bottom of the ranks to the position of Fearless Vanguard Sword Captain step by step under anonymity, Garen lived in the barracks as a civilian until he became Sword Captain. It was precisely because of this that he was very disgusted with these Noxian nobles who came from the Immortal Fortress.

"Although they are enemies, there are still admirable opponents in Noxus. Unfortunately, these traditional nobles are truly disgusting. Although they have joined the warband, they never set foot on the battlefield, just living a life of luxury in the rear as advisors. They take the credit for victory, but they bear no responsibility for loss... Of course, I am still happy to meet these enemies, because they can often get a large ransom."

As he spoke, looking at the purchase items on the list, Garen said with disgust:

"This is clearly such a serious war, a battlefield where countless men shed blood and risked their lives, yet here are these dandy young men living a life of debauchery in the rear, even purchasing large quantities of things like garters and sexy lingerie among the military supplies. This is a sheer insult to the soldiers on the battlefield—huh?!"

Before Garen could finish his words, he felt a shadow flash past in front of him.

When he looked down again, the list of supplies in his hand had disappeared. He glanced again and saw that it was in Faan's hand.

It was just different from the previous calm and leisurely sipping of tea. Now, Fane's eyes widened, staring at the list of supplies for a long time, and then he gritted his teeth and said:

"This is no longer a simple war! We must strike Noxus hard! Make them cede territory and pay a huge sum of money!!"

128

Chapter 128 Go straight to the heart of the matter.

Looking at the suddenly excited Faan, Garen blinked and then asked hesitantly, "Sir Warmaster, what are you doing..."

"I'm angry! I'm angry!"

Faen snorted coldly and said solemnly:

"War and blood, glory and death. Every battle is a battle for the survival of the tribe, for the glory of the tribe's heritage! Generation after generation of Freljord people have sacrificed their lives for this, and only then did they usher in the return of the Three Ice Sisters. If the Noxians came for war, we would respond with glorious blood. But they insulted us and this land in this way! I, Faan, will not tolerate it! I will never let them go!!"

After hearing Faan's words, Galen, who was originally confused, suddenly understood. Then he said sincerely: "So that's why. I'm sorry. Because of my dirty thoughts, I almost thought you..."

"No need to say more! I understand what you mean!"

Faen shook his head solemnly and said:

"I can sense that you are a warrior thirsting for glory. But you are not a Freljordian after all, and you cannot understand our emphasis on war and death. Noxians insult us like this, and we must respond!!"

Seeing Faan's serious expression, Garen nodded with a hint of remorse. For this somewhat rigid and wooden fellow, realizing he had nearly misunderstood a glorious warrior's feelings for such things, he felt a deep sense of guilt.

Thinking about this, Garen adjusted his armor a little uncomfortably.

Seeing this, Faen beside him also said: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Others might not have noticed, but Fane could sense that Garen's mental state hadn't been very good recently. It wasn't just because the Forbidden Magic Stone Armor had absorbed a large amount of icy magic from the air, making it heavier, but also because Garen himself seemed to be having some mental issues.

Hearing Faan's question, Garen nodded and said, "I don't know why, but my armor has been feeling a little uncomfortable lately... Well, it's probably because the weather here is too cold, and the material of the armor has been affected. Also, I haven't been resting well enough."

Garen sighed and said, "I've been having nightmares lately. Although the dreams are different every time I fall asleep, I always feel like I'm being watched, and there are voices trying to trick me into revealing something... Maybe it's just too much pressure. I'm sorry to bother you."

This reminded Garen of the flash of light released from Lux's palm when she was held in Faan's arms a few days ago. Although they were far apart, Garen could still clearly see that it was released by Lux.

He had always wanted to ask Lux about this, but every time he saw her, she was still as innocent and pure as before. She was still his lovely sister, not the evil wizard that the demon hunter had said she was...

Others didn't know, but Galen knew very well that he was timid and afraid. Even when he stood in front of the mirror, Galen could clearly see that he was not as determined as he used to be.

The image in the mirror and the real self looked at each other, as if telling the fact that Galen dared not face - I am afraid.

My father and uncle both died at the hands of an evil wizard... If my sister is really a natural born wizard, then what should I do?

This made Garen subconsciously think that this nightmare was caused by his own mental stress.

But Fine doesn't think so.

Because among his girls, there happened to be a guy who liked to spy on Freljord through dreams.

"Um...when did your nightmare start?"

"I've just arrived in the Freljord. Perhaps I'm not used to the climate there?"

"What about yesterday? Did you have a nightmare yesterday?"

"No, I slept very well last night..."

Galen shook his head.

Fine continued to ask: "So, at first, you had nightmares shortly after falling asleep, and then recently you had nightmares in the second half of the night, but last night you slept well and had no nightmares?"

"You even know this?"

Garen looked at Faan with a look of surprise and said, "Your Excellency, Warmaster, do you know the reason? What's the solution?"

"Ah, it's fine."

Fahn said with a strange look on his face: "It's just... some folk remedies. Come, drink this glass of water, and you should be fine."

Faan handed Garen a cup of nutritional supplement as compensation. Garen had no doubts—the establishment of diplomatic relations between Demacia and the Freljord was practically a done deal. And judging by his recent interactions with Faan, he wouldn't need to poison him if he truly wanted to. In the Freljord capital, Faan only needed to give him a command, and he wouldn't leave the house.

It was sweet, with a strong floral aroma, and very delicious. Just one sip and Galen felt instantly better.

"Oh! I feel it. The fatigue in my mind has subsided a lot!"

"Yeah, that's always a problem when you first come to Freljord. Just drink it."

Faan smiled, knowing exactly what Galen had experienced.

It was undoubtedly Lissandra's work. This woman had monitored the Freljord for millennia, and anyone entering the Freljord could be sensed by her. As Demacia's ambassador and the eldest son of the Crownguard family, Garen was an excellent source of intelligence in every sense of the word.

The reason Faan was so certain was because Garen's nightmare coincided with Lissandra's... Some time ago, Faan and Lissandra had traveled to the Holy City as planned. At that time, Lissandra was unaffected and could sneak into other people's dreams at any time. This was also the reason why Garen had a nightmare shortly after falling asleep.

Then it was Lissandra and Allura's turn to study the spiritual realm, passively accepting a great deal of pleasure from Ashe and Sejuani every day. This allowed Lissandra's inexperienced body to instinctively remember how to please and serve Faan. At the same time, the strong sensory impact also meant that Lissandra often had to wait until the second half of the night to continue digging out secret information about Demacia by invading dreams.

As for yesterday... those who understand will understand, anyway, Lissandra didn't sleep all night.

Fine: "I'll go back and get it cured, and I shouldn't have this problem again in the future."

Galen: "Great, thank you for your help."

Faun: "You're welcome."

He pulled up his trouser waist. As for how to cure it, of course it is to get directly to the lesion.

129

Chapter 129: Battle! Pre-meeting.

Perhaps because they had been holding it in for too long and had accumulated too much inventory and pressure, Ashe and the others were lying lazily in bed until the next day.

Fortunately, Ashe had arranged the relevant tasks the day before yesterday, and everyone in the empire only needed to carry out the tasks step by step. There was no need to worry that the new country would be destroyed due to a mishap in the harem just a few days after its establishment because the king had not attended court for a long time.

Although there was nothing to do, Ash's sense of responsibility made her bring her work to the bedroom even when she was too tired to move.

But this time, Ashe felt obviously tired after reviewing it for only a few dozen minutes... This also made Ashe a little confused.

Because every time I had sex with Fahn, I always felt full of energy the next day. Not to mention reviewing documents for dozens of minutes, even forgetting to eat and drink wouldn't cause any discomfort. But this time...

“Why do I feel less energetic?”

"The mark has just been engraved, and the body needs some time to adapt."

Fine explained: "After another sleep, it will be almost done. By then, even if I'm not around, we will be able to clearly feel each other's condition."

"That's good, but we need to have a good discussion about the war."

After a pause, a hint of helplessness appeared on Ash's face. Looking at Faan, who was doing high-frequency aerobic exercise like a small electric motor, Ash said helplessly:

"We're talking business... Lissandra's first time experiencing this was so intense, and now she's just gotten some rest and you've woken her up like this... Can't you be a little gentler?"

Lissandra did not respond to Ashe's words. She just lay on the bed with her head buried in the pillow without saying a word. However, the occasional muffled groans proved that she was definitely not feeling nothing as she had said before.

While performing the radical treatment, Faan also ran his fingers along Lissandra's back, feeling the coldness and slight trembling that penetrated into her bones:

"Of course I wouldn't do this if it were anyone else, but the problem is, the less I care about Lissandra's opinion, the more eager she becomes... well, what she says and what she expresses with her body are two completely different attitudes."

As he spoke, Faan slapped her hard, and Lissandra tensed up a bit. But even then, she only whimpered, showing no sign of conversation.

Besides, the so-called cure... is actually just a matter of a word. And it's not about asking Lissandra to stop this behavior, but about asking her to stay hidden.

In the storyline of Song of Nunu, Lissandra has tried more than once to transform into Nunu's mother in his dreams in order to awaken memories that even Nunu himself has forgotten and find the key to loosening the seal of True Frost.

Nunu was able to realize the troops in his dream in the later part of the story, let alone Garen, who is mentally strong and comes from a place like Demacia where magic is forbidden?

Although Demacia is known for its prohibition of magic, its location near the Forbidden Forest, and perhaps due to their long-term residence there, has given Demacians a far superior perception and resistance to magic than those in other regions. This indirectly proves the saying that local conditions shape the people.

And Fane also helped Lissandra get enough semen.

Looking at the large area of ​​the mattress that was wet, Ashe sighed helplessly.

She was actually a bit troubled, because Lissandra's attitude towards Faan didn't seem fake. But her body's reaction couldn't be deceiving. It felt like...

Ashe: "It's like Sejuani and I are all in her at once?"

Fain: "It's possible."

As Faan was speaking, he felt something furry beside him. Turning his head, he saw, as expected, Allura approaching him with eager anticipation. Although she remained silent, carefully nudging Faan's belly with her head, Faan was happy to respond to this adorable little bunny.

Should we say that the Pony Vastaya are worthy of their rabbit characteristics? Although they were one in front of Lissandra and the other behind, compared to the stubborn Lissandra, Allura was extremely enthusiastic.

During the process, she lacked the calmness, wisdom and intellect that a good teacher displays in daily life. Her fanatical obsession gave people the feeling that she was trying to give birth to a large litter of baby rabbits.

Coming out of the bathroom, looking at Ashe working on the bed and Faan undergoing treatment, Sejuani said with some emotion: "It feels like Faan's corner room is about to become a brothel."

"Who says it's not..."

Ash sighed.

But then he got up and came behind Faan, using the cushion to relieve the pressure on his back and provide new power, while saying:

"But then again, war is no joke. If you just want those shameful things...we can buy them through trade, or I can make a few for you to wear?"