Monster Hunter from League of Legends

but now……

"Brother, aren't we ready to leave? Why are we turning back?"

Lux looked puzzled.

As Demacia's envoys, their mission had been completed, and they had received a letter from Ashe. All they had to do now was return to Demacia, and everything would be fine. But for some reason, Garen suddenly decided to go to the battlefield himself.

"I am the Sword Captain of the Dauntless Vanguard. We must assess the actual combat capabilities of the Freljordians."

With a solemn expression, Garen looked toward the distant mountains and said, "The Freljord is on our side. Even though they are friends of Demacia now, we must remain vigilant. In the past, the Freljord has often raided the Demacia border due to food shortages."

"Hunting is different from war. Only on the battlefield can we truly determine the true strength of the Freljord people."

As they spoke, the group quickly crossed the mountain, but soon, looking at the basin plain below the mountain, Garen's face showed a look of confusion.

A long river ran through the center of the plain—Garen couldn't understand how it could remain frozen in such a frigid place as the Freljord. On either side of the river lay numerous military camps. Noxians chatted and laughed among them, carrying simple farm tools as they worked in groups of three or four to cultivate the nearby wasteland. Others, fully armed and clad in thick winter clothing, headed into the mountains to hunt.

Are...are the Noxians camped here? No...and the Freljordians too.

After discovering that the Freljordians and Noxians were actually living together in peace, Galen found it incomprehensible - weren't they at war now? How could they seem so happy?

After confirming that the Freljord people were not captured and had not betrayed the Freljord, Galen intercepted the Iceborn when they went out.

"What's going on here?"

Galen asked.

After hearing Garen's question and the purpose of his visit, Ilu laughed out loud: "It's over. These Noxians are left here as captives to fend for themselves, awaiting the ransom from Noxus."

Galen: "Huh? Then...then why not build a camp? Is it really okay to let them come and go as they please? Won't they run away?"

Ilu: "Where can we escape to? This is the northern Freljord. Without a guide, even in summer, we'll die the more we run."

Ilu seemed unfazed. "Even their weapons are just shoddy. They'll become as fragile as fried potato chips if the wind chills them. And the Warmaster is at the border. No one can defeat him."

As Ashe's father, Ilu admires Faann greatly. The main reason for this is similar to Lissandra's: Faann has little interest in power, yet is incredibly powerful.

But unlike Lissandra, Ilu is a man... Well, actually Ilu values ​​the love of Faan and Ashe more.

This kind of first blood alliance is a soul mate with like-minded ideas, which is very rare in Freljord. Lissandra, on the other hand, pays more attention to the overall interests of Freljord.

Glancing at Garen, Ilu pointed in a direction and said, "If you're curious about what the Warmaster is doing, then go to the Ironthorn Mountains and take a look. If you ride fast now, a frosthorn should be able to catch up."

As he spoke, Ilu whistled, and two frosthorns came running in the distance. As Drakron's mount, the frosthorns were also the symbol of Lissandra. On the ice, they were much faster and more stable than mountain goats and bison.

"Thank you very much!"

"You are welcome."

Yilu laughed and said, "A new warrior must always prove his strength, and so does the country."

Hearing this, Garen couldn't help but take a second look at this bearded Iceborn warrior, rumored to be the biological father of the Supreme Warmother Ashe. Though seemingly reckless, it was clear that this old man was more than he appeared.

Nodding, Garen rode the frosthorn and quickly headed towards the distance with Lux and his followers.

The frosthorns are much stronger than bison. In just one day, Garen saw the Iceborn Legion waiting in formation on the mountains in the border area.

"Hey, you guys are here~"

Looking at the dusty Garen and others, Fane's face was relaxed and leisurely, and there was no sign that a war was about to begin.

Arriving at the battlefield, Garen glanced at the distant fortress and said with sincerity, "Warmaster Faan, are you planning to launch an attack on Noxus?"

"That's it."

“This is not a wise choice!”

Galen said: "The Freljordians can only unleash their greatest strength on the ice, making this icy land their strength. But once they enter the warm plains, Nok..."

"You're right, but for now, just sit here and watch."

Garen didn't need to explain the matter further. Fane turned his gaze to Lissandra who was standing beside him. Although she didn't say anything, Lissandra nodded in understanding.

Faan was no fool, and he knew that the Noxians could exert their greatest strength in a battle on the plains of the Warm Lands. But this did not matter to Faan.

Turning and walking towards the distant Noxian border town, Faan's armor began to gradually transform. As Faan moved, the extreme Iceborn also let out the Freljord war cry.

Arriving at the border with Fane, although there were only a few hundred people, the heavy war cries accompanied by the howling icy wind still quickly spread throughout the area, and soon attracted the attention of the Noxian border town guards.

In the vast snow and wind, Fan walked towards the border town slowly.

Noticing Fahn's figure, the young officer on the city wall, who was about to attend the banquet, raised his eyebrows with interest.

"Ha! I was just worried about being late for no reason!"

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Something happened yesterday and I slept half asleep and half awake the whole night.

147

Chapter 147 The hunt begins.

Looking at Faan walking towards the town, Tilprice's eyes were full of excitement.

Although they were far apart, Tyr could clearly sense the powerful aura of Faan. This feeling was familiar to him; it was the energy that only the strong could possess.

In the distance, listening to the roars and war songs from the Iceborn and feeling the uncertainty in the soldiers around him, Tyr felt his blood boiling.

Noxus values ​​strength.

To outsiders, Noxus is an evil empire of self-reliance, bloodshed, barbarism, and insatiable greed. But in reality, Noxus's social atmosphere is quite tolerant. As long as you have ability, you will be respected—whether that ability is combat or theft, there will be people who will actively help you cultivate and develop your talents.

This inclusive society allows everyone living in Noxus, regardless of their background, to gain power, status, and respect in Noxus through "force".

From the perspective of the Freljord people, the Noxians are a bunch of fools, inexplicably attacking this cold and barren plateau. But in fact, the Noxian system is definitely one of the most advanced systems in Runeterra.

Apart from anything else, the fact that it has a clear channel for upward mobility across classes alone is enough to overwhelm countless countries, regimes, and forces, large and small, in Runeterra.

They value all forms of power and cultivate all forms of power. Although it is an army disguised as a country, there is no doubt that this system of selecting the virtuous and capable is the key reason why Noxus has become the largest hegemonic country in Runeterra.

As a member of the Immortal Fortress's nobility, Tyr's arrival here wasn't a family arrangement, but rather the result of his own intense pursuit. Unfortunately, his parents merely assigned him to the logistics department, expecting him to share in the credit as an old noble. This life left Tyr feeling somewhat bored, but he had no other choice.

Now, although he didn't know why Faan was here during the war (the news of his defeat hadn't spread yet), Tyr didn't care. He felt the aura of a strong man in Faan.

"Bring me my dragon lizard!"

Lifting his heavy lance, Tyr sat astride the dragon lizard, opened the city gate, and said, "Go and ask him why he's here!"

As Tyr spoke, the giant lizard, which was covered with dark green scales, two meters tall, nearly three meters long, and had two large horns on its forehead, let out a slight growl under Tyr's control, and then walked obediently towards Faan.

This reptile, native to the southern jungles, is an extremely ferocious predator, capable of growing to considerable size. Juvenile dragon lizards are prized mounts, but due to their fiery temperament, even with the restraints of harness, only the most elite riders can manage them.

By the time they grow up, they are almost impossible to control and can only become load-bearing beasts of burden, or simply put on armor and become living battering rams to directly smash through the enemy's walls.

And like now, riding on the back of a young dragon lizard, it also indirectly proves that Tyr is not an ordinary incompetent second generation - in a place like Noxus, even nobles without ability will be quickly eliminated and become rich men with money and titles.

And now, controlling the dragon lizard and walking towards Faan with a group of people, Tyr asked loudly: "Freljord people, tell me your name! Why do you come here!"

"Come and claim my spoils."

Seeing this, Faan also said with a smile: "Since you have already lost, then according to our Freljord rules, all the supplies in this city belong to me."

Hearing this, Tyr's eyes narrowed slightly, but then he snorted coldly: "He's speaking so brazenly here before any news has arrived about General Darius... Come, kill him."

Regardless of whether Faan's words were true or false, Tyr knew he couldn't let Faan spread the news to the city. Otherwise, it would undoubtedly affect the morale of the troops in the rear. Although a group of Freljord barbarians were not far away, on the plains, with his fortress behind him, Tyr didn't worry about being surrounded and killed by the infantry.

Looking at the Noxian soldiers walking towards him with cold faces, Faan did not feel dissatisfied. On the contrary, a sincere smile appeared on his face:

"I was worried that I had no reason to take action, but since you're like this, I won't be polite!"

As he spoke, Faan bent slightly, lowering his center of gravity. A large amount of organic mucus secreted from his ice-cleansing sac, which continuously flowed out from the cracks in his armor and coated his entire body. As the cold wind blew, it instantly transformed into an ice armor covered in spikes.

Seeing this, Tyr's gaze narrowed slightly—Ice magic? Could he be an ice priest of the Freljord?

They didn't know about the creature called the Mermaid, but at least in the eyes of Tyr and others, the way a layer of ice armor appeared on the body out of thin air was too much like magic.

But Faan ignored him. His armor, covered in ice, seemed heavy and difficult to move, but in the next moment, Faan's body was already in front of the Noxians who were approaching him.

Seeing Fane's figure, the soldier's face changed with shock, but his hands did not pause at all. Instead, he swung his sword without saying a word.

A cold light flashed, and the icy iron knife fell on Fane's body with a crisp sound, turning into flying fragments in the soldiers' incredulous gaze.

The palm of his hand pierced through the soldier's skull. Without any resistance, the head, clad in a black steel helmet, exploded with a muffled thud. Blood splattered everywhere, but even more blood froze in the cold wind before it could even begin to steam.

"Do you think I'm kidding you?"

The threat of the ferocious jackal dragon is activated.

As the blood exploded, everyone felt a sudden shock deep in their minds. The scarlet blood of their comrades before their death penetrated into their minds in an even more profound way, making them feel chilling and horrified.

Looking at the people in front of him, Fane said calmly: "The war has begun, and how it ends is not up to you."

Hearing this, Tyr bit his tongue and forced himself to cheer up. Then he brandished his lance and roared, "Kill him! Now!"

After hearing the commander's words, the soldiers on both sides no longer hesitated, but rushed towards Fane without hesitation with murderous eyes. Even the comrade whose head was smashed was right in front of them, which did not slow down their movements at all.

Didn't let fear kill you? They look like elite troops... Very good!

"Whether human or beast—the hunt begins!"

148

Chapter 148 Explosive Hammer Dragon.

As the battle began, the Noxian soldiers began to rush towards Faan. It could be felt that they were well-trained. Even facing Faan alone, they still quickly divided into multiple combat teams and attacked Faan from different angles at the same time.

But Fane didn't care. He didn't even draw the sword behind him. He just walked in front of them, grabbed one of them, and smashed towards the other person by the ankle like a one-legged bronze man.

With a bang, the two living bodies exploded simultaneously. The once intact human body was instantly reduced to only the half leg in Faan's hand, which was barely intact.

It is not a meaningless massacre or violence, but the fastest way to resolve a battle in the true sense - because these soldiers are well-trained and will not be intimidated by the battle.

The bloody impact heightened the threat of the ferocious jackal dragon. Even those who had mustered their courage would instinctively feel fear when they saw their once-living companions reduced to a pile of shredded flesh in the collision, their shattered organs smeared across the ice, and steam rising from the cold ground.

Humans possess a premonition of danger, derived from sight, smell, hearing, and feeling. And now, the Mad Dragon virus had been unleashed, and sickening images replayed in their minds. Combined with the fear pheromones released by the ferocious Jackal Dragon's menace, several soldiers froze in place, their bodies frozen, unable to move, under a shock that transcended both instinct and the limits of ordinary human physiology.

Ignoring the stunned soldiers, Fane simply looked away.

Tyr, riding a dragon lizard, fully armed, stared wide-eyed. The fear within him washed over him like a raging wave. But driven by a thirst for glory, Tyr gritted his teeth and, with a low growl, forced himself to charge the dragon lizard toward Faan.

The huge lance was made entirely of black steel. Here on the Freljord ice field, although the hardness of the black steel had decreased, it was not directly eroded by the ice magic. Combined with the weight and the impact of the dragon lizard, Tyr had enough confidence that even General Darius would have to temporarily avoid the edge if he stood in front of him!

Looking at the lance that was so close at hand, Fane simply stretched out his hand and grabbed the spear shaft and pulled it to the side in front of Tyr's incredulous gaze. He felt an inexplicable force surge into him, and even though Tyr had clenched his arm, the heavy force still made it slip to the side.

How did he do it? Tyr couldn't understand it—a galloping dragon lizard could directly crash into a city wall, and that huge lance could directly poke a huge hole in a shield, let alone a human body.

but now--

Without giving Tyr more time to think, Fann followed closely and raised his head - the iron head of the Cretaceous Dragon, the rock head of the Sand Dragon, and launched.

A large amount of life energy flowed into the brain along the bloodstream. Feeling the increasingly clear blood circulation in the head, Fane hit the head with a merciless headbutt.

bump! !

The dragon lizards that hit Faan were hit by headbutts. Under the huge impact, the entire head of the dragon lizard was directly embedded in the ground. The originally running body was still moving forward under the remaining kinetic energy. Finally, with the head as a fulcrum, it drew an arc in the sight of everyone, flipped over Faan and fell directly to the ground.

While riding on the dragon lizard, Tyr felt dizzy for a while. When he could see clearly again, he found that he was approaching the ground at a rapid speed.

With a loud bang, the over-a-ton dragon lizard crashed directly into Tyr's body. With the help of the impact, the dragon lizard's body, whose head was directly smashed open, was barely intact. However, Tyr, wearing a full suit of armor, was almost instantly silenced.

The crushed sticky blood continued to flow down along the cracks in the armor. There was no need to even pull the dragon lizard apart. Just a glance at the armor twisted under the heavy pressure was enough to confirm that there was no possibility of survival.

After seeing this scene, several soldiers nearby could no longer suppress their fear and began to flee in terror.

Fane did not pursue immediately, but just raised his head to look in the direction, and then took another slow step forward.

Seeing this scene, Garen, whose eyes were already wide open, immediately became nervous as if he noticed something and said, "Oh no! Run! It's a cannon! It's an artillery! Warmaster Faan, get out of the way!"

From a distance, Garen could clearly see that after discovering Fane's unreasonable fighting power, the border town guards who had been just watching quickly entered into combat status.

Above the city gate, a cannon loaded with black powder blasted its dark eyes towards Faan. Garen was well aware of the terrifying destructive power of this thing. During the battle on the border, the Noxians had used artillery fire on the forbidden stone statues to enable their mages to use their abominable magical attacks more quickly.

But Fane didn't seem to understand what Galen meant. He just glanced at Galen and then continued walking despite Galen's voice to stop him.

boom! ! !

Driven by gunpowder, the heavy shell streaked across the sky, rapidly approaching Fain's direction. Facing the afterimage of the cannon, Fain's armor instantly took on an inexplicable sheen and continuously deformed and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Rumble, rumble! !

A flash of fire erupted, and Faan's figure was almost instantly engulfed by the blast. Seeing this, Garen couldn't help but feel bewildered. Why did Faan do this? Why did he die so haphazardly? Or were they, as Freljordans, truly ignorant of artillery?

While Garen was still thinking, in the gradually dispersing dust, a huge and burly figure was walking slowly towards Noxus.