Monster Hunter from League of Legends

Fain: "Understood. I'm hanging up now."

"Ah."

Nodding, Ashe's voice was a little helpless, yet also slightly doting: "Go spend some time with Lissandra. I can tell she's a gentle person, but she's kept her heart frozen for too long."

Faan: "Huh... When you said this, Lissandra also became very nervous."

Lissandra: "I didn't."

Intense × before and after.

Standing up, Lissandra's icy magic clung to her body, forming a frost weapon. She meticulously sealed the mad dragon factor within her body, ensuring she could safely enter the spiritual realm at any time. Once she was certain everything was correct, Lissandra remounted her scooter.

Lissandra: "Don't get it in my eyes next time."

Faun: "Okay... so you still have feeling in your eyes?"

Lissandra: "It's alright. It's just a curse from the Old Gods, no different than the marks you bear... Only yours were cast indirectly by Volibear through his followers, while mine were blinded by Volibear."

Fahn: "Is that so? I'll think of a solution later."

Lissandra: "..."

Shaking her head, Lissandra asked, "How was your conversation with Ashe? From your tone, I already know what we're going to do next."

"Siege the city."

"Ashe will not agree to the war becoming more intense."

“So it’s in my personal name.”

144

Chapter 144: Blood Rage with Bare Hands.

As the saying goes, war is a matter of great importance to a nation, a matter of life and death, a matter of survival and destruction, and it must be carefully considered.

For any country, war is not something to be initiated lightly. Military operations affect every aspect of a country, from top to bottom. Sometimes, all it takes is one wrong decision, as happened to Spain in 1588, when a single misguided war led a superpower to become a third-world power.

For the Freljord, war may be necessary, but foreign war is absolutely impossible.

Because the true conflicts in the Freljord never stem from outside forces—be they Demacia or Noxus. In the Freljord, a region of high card levels, anyone who enters with insufficient skill will perish. The true conflicts stem from the struggle for resources between tribes, the wild demigods' hatred of civilization, and the void evil hidden beneath the icy abyss.

And now, the Freljord Empire has just been established—it's called an establishment, but in reality it's just a union of the Horde. Because the Freljord hasn't yet achieved true unification, at least those wild demigods won't give up easily.

Under these circumstances, waging war against Noxus would be a thankless task. The Freljord's isolation, aside from the strength of its own individuals, stems from its devastatingly harsh climate. Leaving the Freljord, the Noxians' logistical and numerical advantages would be fully utilized. Add to that the various old monsters within the Immortal Bastion, and who knows what the outcome would be.

In this case, exchanging prisoners for ransom is definitely the best option. It can not only solve the food problem, but also ensure that peace is maintained on the border for a considerable period of time.

Faan knew it very well, but Faan knew even more that Noxus would soon undergo changes - Noxus had already set out to attack Freljord. Although it was a forced move, for Darkwill, a guy who was already crazy about immortality, failure here would only make him more eager to invade Ionia with Swain.

With Darkwill still rampaging through Noxus, what could Faan do? Of course, he'd take the opportunity to strike him down, draining his blood, and preventing him from causing so much trouble that would interfere with his hunting.

Watching Faan and Lissandra emerge from the Frozen Tomb, LeBlanc sat elegantly in her chair and asked with interest, "It seems you've already finished your discussion?"

The Frozen Tomb was isolated from the outside world, and Leblanc had no idea what Faan and Lissandra had done in the more than an hour they were inside. But judging by Faan's expression, it was clear that they had already decided what to do next.

"Let's put the issue of war reparations aside for now, because the war isn't over yet."

"……Why."

Hearing this, Darius, who had been silent all the time, couldn't help but speak.

He and Leblanc had been waiting for Faan's outcome. They had thought his defeat had put an end to the war, but now...

"not enough."

Faan said, "According to the inventory we know, the supplies you brought into the Freljord were at most only one-third of the total supplies. And judging by the speed at which your army marched, it seems more like you were marching to your death than to invade."

"The Freljord is vast and sparsely populated, with limited resources. We don't intend to ignore the supplies you left at the border... After all, even in the past, it was common for Freljord tribes to resort to raiding when food was scarce. You may be dissatisfied, but this is a Freljord tradition, and you must taste it."

"Of course, considering that the empire is just beginning, we won't launch a large-scale war. So don't worry, we just want to use you to exchange for more compensation and supplies, that's all."

"..."

Darius said nothing, but lowered his head silently. Then he sneered and said, "Do I still have the right to decide?"

"You're quite open-minded~"

Faan smiled and looked at Leblanc.

LeBlanc raised her chin and said, "Why not be more decisive?"

Fahn was curious: "Oh? How do you do it?"

Leblanc chuckled. "I can send you information about the border, including the defense lines and warehouse locations."

As LeBlanc spoke, Darius visibly gritted his teeth. But Faan didn't care. He knew LeBlanc was deliberately trying to be nice—Faan knew LeBlanc, while LeBlanc knew nothing about Faan. Without mutual interests, friendship could only be forged through unilateral overtures. Ultimately, whether the friendship was truly established depended on the other party's opinion.

In a relationship between a man and a woman, this is called: dog licking.

And who is Faan? He's definitely not a good person.

Looking at the smiling LeBlanc, Faan felt no stirrings at all—not to mention the intense Sage Time that was currently underway, LeBlanc's current manhood alone was enough to stoke Faan's disinterest. Isn't that right? Facing LeBlanc's proposal, Faan simply said, "Speaking of which, can you convince Darkwill to cede the plains of the Ironthorn Mountains?"

Hearing this, Leblanc narrowed her eyes and fell into a brief silence. After a moment, she shook her head and said, "I can't do it."

"Don't you already have control over him? Why can't you do this?"

Faan said with a smile: "I can give you some very useful information about Mordekaiser."

"There's a difference between manipulation and bewitching."

Leblanc said calmly, "Using magic to manipulate is the most foolish thing, because any magic has the risk of getting out of control. It may collapse over time, or fail due to an accident."

Faan glanced at Lissandra, but Lissandra didn't respond.

LeBlanc didn't care. She simply said, "I never ordered Darkwill, because his foolishness led him down the path I wanted him to take, and he naively believed it was his own choice. The many provinces near the Ironthorn Mountains are vital to Noxus, and those provincial governors would not agree."

"That's such a shame."

Faan's expression turned visibly cold, just like a scumbag who was ruthless after finding that he couldn't get any gold coins.

Leblanc didn't stop there. Instead, she continued with a smile, "But then again... the provincial governor might not necessarily disagree with something Darkwill disagrees with."

"That would be awesome."

Fane immediately started laughing, and the whole tent was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

It's strange to say, without even an axe by his side, just sitting there quietly, Darius had already clenched his fists and accumulated five levels of passive.

145

Chapter 145: Dog No Rape.

Darius was very angry, but it was of no use.

It's okay for you to act arrogantly in the game, but in Runeterra, you will still be lying prone even if you have a hundred layers of Bloodfury, let alone five.

As for the people in this tent, Lissandra is a thousand-year-old monster, and the Freljord has a home advantage. At full firepower, the frozen meat in the Double Ten Frostguard Fortress is enough to overwhelm Noxus's conventional armed forces.

Faan had just mastered the Fire Dragon transformation, and although Yuumi had gone somewhere, the Grimoire was hanging around. If a fight really started, the Grimoire could just teleport Yuumi back.

The weakest is actually LeBlanc...mainly because it's a clone, and who knows where the real one is hiding in Noxus. While Nasus is certainly a capable opponent, the five-layer Bloodfury clone is a League specialty and a must-try.

Looking at Darius, who hadn't even reached level 6 yet and could only endure the situation silently without his axe, Faan shook his head with emotion. This was what happened after the mother's cloak was deleted.

Hopefully, you can find your own Advance Destroyer in the future—the one before the displacement was cut.

Thinking in his heart, Faan looked at Leblanc and asked: "What are you going to do?"

"Although the Emperor of Noxus possesses supreme power, this power is not unlimited."

LeBlanc smiled and said, "Darkwill may be able to legally enforce all political orders, but ultimately, it's the provincial governors, traditional nobles, and local aristocrats who carry them out. These people are very willing to forge friendships with the Freljord. After all, the Freljord's furs, minerals, and rare beasts are all extremely valuable in the Summer Lands."

Although LeBlanc did not say it explicitly, it is obvious that the people LeBlanc was talking about are actually members of the Black Rose.

However, Leblanc didn't say it directly, and Fain didn't bother to expose it. He just said with interest, "You helped Darkwill get to that position, so why are you so restrained when you want to do something?"

“There’s nothing we can do about it~”

Although it was a male body, under Leblanc's control, it still exuded a subtle charm. The two hairy legs overlapped, and under Faan's disgusted gaze, he said with emotion:

"While the idiot is easy to control, it also has some imperfect shortcomings... But these shortcomings are not a bad thing for us, right?"

"That's true."

Fan was also happy to hear this.

Compared to choosing a really smart person as a puppet, it is indeed more convenient to choose a fool and let him think he is a smart person.

In contrast, Darius was unusually silent. He looked completely lost, as if all his energy and spirit had been drained away.

At least for now, he remains loyal to Darkwill.

Darkwill, the Emperor of Noxus, wasn't the first heir apparent, but rather the least prominent of the previous emperor's many children. He was tyrannical, lazy, ignorant, and unruly. He didn't hold a good reputation among the Immortal Bastion's aristocracy.

And it was such a person who became the emperor of Noxus... In fact, in the first few years, Darkwill had a good reputation.

Because Darkwill's experience is so similar to that of Azir, the first emperor of the Shurima Empire.

As the First Emperor of Shurima, Azir was the youngest of many princes, frail and neglected by the empire. Yet, this youngest son rose to become Shurima's greatest king since the Void, leading it back to its golden age. Sadly, his ascension ritual went awry, leading to the return of everything to dust. Even the once-prosperous Shurima Empire was buried beneath endless sand.

As the last son of the previous emperor, Darkwill gradually became the new emperor of Noxus, and many people also had high hopes for him. In the early days of his rule, Darkwill indeed made many refreshing achievements and gained people's trust.

At that time, people were full of hope for Noxus, even Darkwill himself - because he really thought that it was his efforts that improved the national strength of Noxus. Unfortunately, most of those decisions were made by Leblanc.

"Why are you doing this?"

Darius couldn't stand it any longer, staring at Leblanc and asking: "Since you are also a Noxian, why do you want to -"

"Noxian? Haha~ It's been a while since anyone called me that~"

Facing Darius's angry gaze, LeBlanc spoke calmly: "Why do you think the Noxians were able to enter the Immortal Bastion? Why were they able to overthrow Mordekaiser's rule? I have existed for countless years, long before the Noxians were a group of barbaric tribes on the continent of Valoran, before they became the majority of Noxus. It was I who chose the Noxians to establish Noxus, not Noxus who chose me."

"give up."

Faan said succinctly: "The interests of Noxus are not the interests of this woman. Even if Noxus is destroyed, as long as she is on that land, her rights will not disappear."

"You really understand me~"

Lovelan is sending her amorous glances.

Faan drew his sword and said, "Don't try to flatter me while pretending to be a man."

"Follow me~"

LeBlanc covered her body with shadows.

Despite her many actions, Faan knew exactly how difficult this woman was. Simply put, LeBlanc in Noxus was like Lissandra in the Freljord. Just as Lissandra had accumulated countless trump cards to suppress the Void, LeBlanc had similarly prepared countless treasures to deal with Mordekaiser's return.

For example, there are hundreds of academies in Noxus that train Riel. According to the story of LOR, Annie also studied at the Black Rose Magic Academy and "graduated" in a similar way to Riel.

Well, outstanding graduates of Black Rose University usually hold a ceremony to commemorate the school as their graduation ceremony.

For example, most of those who graduate according to the established procedures are poor students.

However, the plots of League of Legends and League of Legends are interconnected but independent of each other, and are not completely consistent with each other. However, from Faan's point of view, the timeline he is in should be a mixture of both - this can be seen from the many environmental creatures in Freljord.

But for the rest, Fane needs to investigate it himself.

Thinking about this, Faan said to Leblanc bluntly: "Give me the blueprints, and notify your people."

"of course."

Leblanc, whose eyes were already covered by black magic, curved into an arc and said with a smile:

"I'll have my core members leave early. As for the rest... if they make a bigger noise, I'll be able to perform better."

"You don't need to tell me that."

146

Chapter 146 Border Town.

Riding the Enuk bison day and night, Garen finally arrived at the battlefield area that War Mother Glenna had told him about.

Following behind Garen, Lux was covered in thick animal skins and fabrics, but she still couldn't help trembling.

They had entered the Freljord from the south, and now they were heading north. Even draped in thick fabric, Lux could still clearly feel the icy magic seeping through her cloak. With her brother by her side, Lux didn't dare use light magic to dispel it... mainly because her control over magic was poor, and the slightest mistake would expose her.

For this reason, Lux could only quietly use magic to keep herself warm when no one was around.