Monster Hunter from League of Legends

In fact, if it weren't for the need to inflict pain on Noxus and facilitate the trade of fermented bean curd for more supplies, Fane wouldn't even need to act now. Just wait two more days, and this war group will collapse on its own.

Prolonged sleep deprivation can directly lead to immune system disruption and physiological imbalance. It might be okay elsewhere, but in the Freljord, the harm of a minor cold can be magnified many times over, let alone a complete mental and physical breakdown.

"If I wasn't afraid that you would have a mental breakdown and run around, I wouldn't bother to deal with you."

Faan sighed helplessly and said, "You're unfamiliar with the area. If you run around aimlessly, you'll probably be swallowed up by the ice cracks and cold wind before you even reach the border... and all you'll lose is our ransom."

Seriously, Faan truly felt that this battle wasn't even a test run... His Mad Dragon gene-seed was reserved for the Ursine, other Ancient Path believers, and even the Void Watcher Vanguard. These guys were the Freljord Empire's true number one enemy.

Noxus?

If it were Noxus, or what the Freljordians call the "Summer Lands," it would be fine. Without the influence of the climate, the Noxians could at least take advantage of their numbers and resources. But in a place like the Freljord... This region is so low-level that if you force your way in, you won't even be able to make a dent in the Freljord.

At least, from what Faan could sense, of this group of tens of thousands of warriors before him, only a few hundred could survive the pain of the Mad Dragon Factor fusion. And the Freljord Iceborn warriors behind Faan had, until now, maintained a 100% fusion success rate—of course, this was based on the fact that these Iceborn were the strongest Iceborn war priests and blood alliances in each tribe, and their physical fitness was originally the strongest ice bloodline in the Freljord.

If there's one thing I can't really change, it's the difference in proficiency. Because it's related to the nervous system, it can't be trained in cold weather or harsh environments. It can't be forced, but it can gradually improve with familiarity.

"As for you saying that you are the master of this legion, that is truly a laughing stock."

He looked to the side and exchanged glances with the unprepossessing soldier through the crowd.

Faan said calmly, "Did you have a nightmare? Not the nightmares of mortals, but the nightmares of the sealed armor in the deepest bedrock of the Immortal Bastion, beneath the three bridges, above the vortex of mist."

"..."

Without saying anything more, Fine just stood there calmly, with a playful smile on his face, as if waiting for someone to take the bait.

Just like Lissandra couldn't turn a blind eye to saving the Freljord, the older a woman is, the more she has knots in her heart that can't be untangled. Even the slightest rumor is like a cat smelling a worm.

"What else do you know."

136

Chapter 136 The Old Women of Runeterra.

If at the beginning, Leblanc only paid some attention to Faan's existence, then now after hearing Faan reveal the deepest secret in her heart, Leblanc had to focus her attention on this man who appeared on the ice field without any warning.

"What else do you know?"

“Not necessarily as much as you.”

Fain shrugged: "But I know what you don't know."

LeBlanc fell silent, then said, "This is not the place to talk."

"That's right... Come on, let's change places."

As he spoke, Faan waved his hand, and the icy corpses that had been pinning Darius down moved away. But as Darius rose from the ground, his gaze was filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"Don't look at her. You can't beat her. Clean up the mess. I've marked out a plain for you to plant potatoes on."

Faan appeared quite magnanimous, as if to say, "You Noxians should govern yourselves." Although Faan's expression was relaxed, there was not much kindness or goodness in his words.

"The Freljord has no tradition of taking in captives. We won't give you anything, neither clothes nor food... Well, we can leave you some of your supplies, and you can farm the rest."

The Freljord has limited supplies, and aside from valuable Iceborn and Hearthbender craftsmen, few prisoners are taken. After all, there's only so much food in the tribe. What right do you, a defeated warrior, have to be at the table?

"Won't you kill him?"

Leblanc glanced at Darius and said to Faan, "He was at least the nominal commander of the Legion. If he dies, I can guarantee an immediate end to the war and give you ample compensation."

Hearing this, Darius's face darkened, but he said nothing.

Faan looked at Leblanc strangely and asked, "You... don't think I'm in cahoots with you, do you?"

LeBlanc: "..."

"Don't overthink it. My wife and I are now registered as Freljordians. In my eyes, none of you are good people. A living Hand of Noxus will surely bring us a lot of good things."

Touching his chin, Fain said: "Let's go to another place."

As she spoke, Lissandra opened her palms. Then, streaks of dark, solid ice rose from the ground, paving a straight path through the snowstorm. Though it was an icy path, it wasn't fragile or slippery. It felt more like cold stone.

"Take the supplies you have with you and go. Don't make me think you're stalling for time."

After saying this, Faan rode off on his frosthorn. Seeing this, Lissandra glanced at the man Faan called Leblanc... no, should that be the woman? It was just that her consciousness had descended upon a male body.

As for the Noxians? They exchanged glances, then turned their gazes to Darius. Darius remained silent for a moment before saying, "Do as he says."

Even the veterans of the Trifari Legion breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Darius' words.

Even they were unwilling to charge towards certain death after knowing that there was a chance of survival.

Of course, more important than this is that they suddenly discovered that the real leader of the legion did not seem to be General Darius?

No, not only they didn't know, even General Darius didn't know.

Everyone looked at LeBlanc with confusion and questioning eyes. Finally, Darius coldly demanded, "Who are you? Why are you here in this group?"

Glancing at Darius, Leblanc didn't seem to be concerned at all. She just glanced at him coldly before turning around and following Faan.

"Defeated general, you are not qualified to talk to me."

Darius pursed his lips, but did not object.

He was now bewildered by all of this, not even knowing what the Noxian Emperor he served was actually trying to do...

On the other side, while walking on the road, Fain was actually recalling some things about LeBlanc.

Known as the Idea King of Noxus, LeBlanc's amazing wisdom is obvious to all.

It can be said that all heroes from Noxus, and even heroes from other regions, are related to LeBlanc.

There are many different opinions about LeBlanc's legend, but one serious misunderstanding is that in the later separation of powers in Noxus, the three people on the surface were Darius, representing force, Swain, representing foresight, and the Faceless Men, representing cunning.

Many people regard the Faceless Man as Leblanc, but in fact, the narrative director of League of Legends has repeatedly emphasized that Leblanc is not the Faceless Man.

LeBlanc's history stretches back a long time. While the Black Rose's existence dates back over five hundred years into the Noxian calendar, LeBlanc's own history can actually be traced back to the end of the Shurima Empire.

Kassadin's weapon, the Underdark Blade, was inspired by the ancient Ascended being Horok. During the Void War between Shurima and Icathia, Horok was the first to forsake the sun that granted him his Ascension, plunging into the void and piercing the Underdark Blade into the heart of the Void. Prior to this, the sharp blade had slain thousands of Tricksters before erupting into the void.

Although it is uncertain whether Leblanc was among these Tricksters, according to the Noxian calendar, Horok's massacre of the Tricksters occurred between 3,000 and 2,500 BC, as 2,500 years later was the Icathian Rebellion.

Well, the War of the Three Sisters took place in Noxus 8,000 years ago. Even in Ionia, known as the First Land, only the oldest batch of vastaya xari are qualified to be called equals with Lissandra.

Although it's unclear what connection the Tricksters slaughtered by Horok have with Leblanc, Faan speculates that there should be a connection. After all, Azir's subsequent resurgence was caused by the collapse of Leblanc's plan...

And Leblanc's biggest headache... is undoubtedly the tyrant Tharn Uzul who created the prototype of today's Noxus around 400 BC.

After Shurima collapsed due to various reasons, the Darkin, without their Golden Bloodline leadership, began wreaking havoc across Runeterra as warlords. Their tyranny proved unbearable to the Protoss, the very people who had created the Ascended. Following the Protoss's actions, the Age of Warlords began. Among these warlords, Tharn Uzul was the most powerful.

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Chapter 137 He came over following the smell.

There are many different opinions about the history of Runeterra, and according to the background story, the old woman Lissandra has revised the history of Freljord more than once.

Among them, Noxus, as the plot engine of Runeterra, has a relatively clear history.

Tharn Uzul. This was Mordekaiser's identity and name in 400 BCE of the Noxian calendar.

At the time, driven by his own niche dark faith, Tharn Uzul massacred, invaded, and conquered every tribe and village within his domain, establishing his own empire through blood and death in the post-Darkin Warlord Era. He feared no death, for according to his faith, the more he slew, the higher his rank within the Bone Hall. As the most brutal warlord and tyrant, he was certain that his slaughter was enough to earn him the title of the new god of the Bone Hall.

Unfortunately, Uzul didn't know the structure of the spirit realm. His niche dark faith wasn't widely accepted in Runeterra. It could even be said that there wasn't a true spirit realm. After death, without a skeletal hall, Uzul's soul simply stood in a gray wasteland. He wasn't alone in this wasteland, for many similar, weak spirits lingered there like him. However, their existence wouldn't last long before they became part of the void, merging into the spirit realm and losing all sense of self.

But as the most brutal of warlords, Uzul refused to dissipate. A will tempered by rage and brutality kept him conscious. After a long time, the initially indistinct whispers gradually solidified into words he could almost understand—the Ochen language of the spirit world, a sinister language that belonged to no living creature. The very existence of this language represented a power, a law.

Witnessing this knowledge and power, Uzul's whispers began to penetrate the veils between the realms, promising undefeated power to any who dared to listen.

Not long after, a group of wizards heeded his promise and decided to bring him back to the world of the living. Without flesh and bones, he encouraged the wizards to seal his spirit body in a suit of black iron plate armor that resembled the one he wore in life, and to infuse it with all the power and form he had gained in the spiritual realm.

He killed the sorcerers, who simply wanted to use his power to slay their enemies in a meaningless war. During the process, the warriors cursed Urzul's name, but it was to no avail. Urzul was already dead, and only the Iron Wraith Mordekaiser had been reborn.

This was Mordekaiser's first death and first rebirth.

Before his rebirth, Uzul decided that if there was no Hall of Bones in the underworld, and no kingdom of the dead that he longed for, he would build it himself.

Upon his return, Mordekaiser forged the sorcerers' souls and bones into a weapon, the mace Nightfall. Using the Immortal Bastion as his center, he waged relentless wars, brutal wars for war's sake, slaughter for slaughter's sake. His notoriety for brutality resonated throughout the continent, as he practically massacred an entire generation of Valoran's inhabitants.

Then the rebellion broke out again. This time, the mastermind behind the rebellion was our Deceiver, the foolish beauty of Noxus, Miss LeBlanc, who possessed astonishing wisdom.

This was Mordekaiser's second death, but this time, he was reborn in the underworld. He emerged once more from the wilderness he once was, but this time, it was no longer empty. Through his relentless slaughter, he had brought this wilderness of souls, Mitnarrachen, to bear towering mountains, rocks, and castles. He also possessed the souls of countless valuable warriors, generals, and commanders he had slain.

The soul of every person he kills will be enslaved by him forever.

With just the third rebirth, Mordekaiser will be able to open up the connection between the underworld of Mitnarachen and other spiritual and material realms.

Mordekaiser's re-exile to the underworld was intentional. LeBlanc later discovered this through experience, and she and Lissandra, who had learned the truth about the Void, were in a state of panic, spending every day trying to strengthen the seal around Mordekaiser and prepare for his return.

"All of Noxus's wars were orchestrated by this dear Leblanc."

Riding on the frosthorn, Faan did not pay attention to LeBlanc who was following beside him. Instead, he told Lissandra some information about LeBlanc's origin and what LeBlanc feared in a few words.

After hearing what Faan said, Lissandra nodded thoughtfully.

As a fellow elderly woman, Lissandra can be described as a law-abiding presence, constantly guarding the ice cave, fearing that whatever lies within might burst forth and unleash its power. LeBlanc, on the other hand, is different. To eliminate these hidden dangers, she stirs up trouble all over the world—some with success, some with failure.

But now it seems...

Fain turned his gaze towards Leblanc, meeting her calm and indifferent gaze. He nodded as well – it was clear that Leblanc was not afraid of these things.

After all, all the bad things were blamed on the Noxian nation. Even when she had to personally take action, she had carefully disguised them. The blame was either on Darkwill or other high-ranking generals of Noxus. What did it have to do with her?

For Leblanc, as long as it is possible to strengthen the seal on Mordekaiser, it doesn't matter how big the disaster is... With Noxus blocking it, it won't burn her anyway.

If things go wrong, all that will happen is the destruction of Noxus, and I, Ji Meimei, can just pat my skirt and establish a new puppet regime.

Finding LeBlanc is undoubtedly difficult. During the Dark Warlord Era, LeBlanc was known as the Pale Witch, possessing countless incarnations, sometimes male, sometimes female. She was even publicly beheaded and executed more than once. During the Rune Wars following the end of the Warlord Era, LeBlanc took the opportunity to erase all written records of the Pale Witch, leaving only a handful of old souls in Runeterra's material realm with any recollection of her.

In this case, unless LeBlanc shows up in person, it would be extremely difficult to find LeBlanc.

But Fine is telling you this and that?

Open the box? No need. Just a few casual mentions of Mordekaiser's past. Watch as it hits her G-spot. Even better than opening the box, the old witch will come right up to him.

Just like now, a gentle smile appeared on the face of the Noxian soldier, and he looked at Faan and said calmly:

"You seem to know a lot about my past, and Mordekaiser's as well? If so, perhaps we could become friends?"

Faen sneered, wanting only to reply, "The clone is almost done."

"Kkp."

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Chapter 138: The wish was not fulfilled.

Faan didn't believe a word Leblanc said and didn't take any of it to heart.

"How can someone who doesn't even dare to reveal his true identity be qualified to talk about being friends with others?"

With a bored look on his face, Faan said, "The war is over. You are worthless to me now. If it weren't for making my wife happy, I would have chopped you off long ago."

After hearing Faan's words, Leblanc's eyes flashed a few times, but she didn't say much. She just followed Faan without any intention of resisting.

Faan knew her, but she knew nothing about Faan. This discrepancy in intelligence made Leblanc clearly aware that she had already lost in this invisible confrontation. Since that was the case, she might as well hide and take a closer look at the so-called Friarjord Empire.

And the legendary Ice Sisters...

Glancing at Lissandra's back, LeBlanc could sense her power. But along with that power came a strange, twisted, and repressed feeling.

This isn't LeBlanc's first time in the Freljord.

But it was clear that this ice sheet didn't welcome any outsiders. The natural climate rendered the military's advantage meaningless. And Leblanc... although this wasn't her first time there, she was always discovered before she could get very far. No matter how carefully she hid, it was useless.

Is it because of this woman?

Taking her eyes off Lissandra, LeBlanc shook her head.

Perhaps it was before... But judging by the current situation, it was clear that the master of this ice field was more like this man. Even though this guy didn't show any desire for power, he had already become an existence that could control this ice field.

Especially the information held by this guy named Faan...

If it were just sheer power, Leblanc wouldn't be afraid. Over the past millennia, she'd witnessed true, godlike beings more than once. But Faan knew too much... both about her past and about Mordekaiser.

He even knew about the Blade of the Underworld...

Even if we can't be allies, we must at least ensure we're not enemies. Well, it would be even better if we could know what he wants. Only when both parties have what the other needs can they become true 'good' friends.

Ignoring Leblanc behind him, Faan just walked along the ice road created by Lissandra.

Behind him, Darius also looked around—the icy road stretched across the mountains like a bridge. Looking down from either side, a bone-chilling wind blew from the pale valley. Leaving was impossible. Or, even if he wanted to leave, Darius didn't know where to go.