Monster Hunter from League of Legends

After a pause, Faan clapped his hands: "I almost forgot the important matter!"

As he spoke, Faan retrieved the supply manual and stared at it for a long time before enthusiastically heading towards the supply warehouse. Although the arsenal had been destroyed, the warehouses storing large quantities of food and winter clothing remained intact. After all, these were the key to the future development of the Freljord.

But after entering the warehouse, Fane searched for a long time but couldn't find what he wanted. After hesitating for a moment, Fane pulled the Noxian quartermaster over and asked, "Where is this thing?"

"this?"

Looking at what Faan was pointing at, the quartermaster's face showed a trace of bewilderment. Faan coughed lightly and said solemnly: "Although I am a Freljordian, sending such filthy things to the front lines is an insult to the soldiers! I will never ignore it!!"

"I see!"

The quartermaster's eyes showed shame - you know what, Faan said such words seriously with his tough face, combined with his ferocity and strength in battle, not many people would doubt Faan's private life.

Even some passing soldiers couldn't help but show respect in their eyes.

Noxians worshipped all forms of power, and among all forms of power, violence and force were the most intuitive and convincing. As soldiers, it was impossible for them to say they had no objections to the extravagant lifestyles of the Immortal Bastion's nobles on the front lines.

Now hearing what Fane said again, although we are still enemies in terms of stance, I still deeply agree with what Fane said.

"I misunderstood you, General of the Freljord."

"Call me Warmaster."

"Yes, Mr. Warmaster of the Freljord!"

The quartermaster said seriously, "But please rest assured. Those cowardly noble children are also afraid that their filthy things will be seen by the soldiers. Therefore, they are not stored in the supply warehouse with frequent traffic. Instead, they are stored in a place with stricter entry and exit inspections."

"where?"

Fain realized something was wrong.

"arsenal!"

The quartermaster smiled and said, "The arsenal exploded when you were attacking the city! So don't worry, you've already burned all that filth!"

"Well cooked, Mr. Warmaster!"

Several Noxian soldiers standing nearby were filled with indignation as they said, "They brought these things to the front lines! I've been fed up with them for a long time! When we get to the Freljord, I'm going to teach those nobles a lesson!"

"Although you are an enemy, you are a noble warrior!"

"It's no wonder General Darius failed. After all, these nobles have always been against General Darius."

……

Listening to the discussions and the praise of his "warrior's virtues" in his ears, Fane's mouth twitched a few times, and then he forced a smile and said, "Humph, forget it then."

As he spoke, Faan turned and left without saying a word.

A moment later, he came to the burning arsenal, looking at the fragments on the ground after the gunpowder explosion and the last piece of the stocking that was burning, sadness appeared in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, Fain took a deep breath, put his hands in his pockets, took out a stone and said, "The black rose will bloom again."

"Ok?"

Deep within the Undying Fortress of Noxus, nestled within the layers of the maze beneath, Leblanc blinked at the call from Faan. So soon? Was there something urgent?

Great, let's blackmail him! Let's see if we can get some more information!

After hearing Faan's request, there was a long silence before Leblanc let out a deep breath.

"I...I'll give you a little extra when I formulate the war reparations."

Well, the credibility of this guy's intelligence has been greatly reduced... We must immediately start to determine whether it is true or not.

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Today's update may be a little late, but there will be at least four updates.

155

Chapter 155 Visitors from the Bear People.

The problem of Noxus was solved, and Fane also set out on the journey back with Garen and others.

Riding on a frosthorn, although he failed to obtain the garter stockings he had been longing for, Faan did not care too much. Instead, he looked at Garen and Lux ​​beside him and asked, "Are you leaving now?"

"Yes."

Garen nodded and said, "Noxus's disastrous defeat in the Freljord is a major event for many nations in southern Valoran. Those nations are all allies of Demacia. As the eldest son of the Crownguard family, I cannot be absent at this critical juncture."

Hearing this, Fan nodded in understanding.

Noxus is Runeterra's most iconic spirited nation, constantly invading other nations to maintain its stability. Now, the massive warband led by the Trifari Legion, led by Noxus, has been defeated in the Freljord, a fate that will inevitably impact the political landscape of Valoran.

Fane didn't have much interest in knowing about this, but judging from the current situation, it should be independent of Freljord?

After all, the Freljord is a bitterly cold land. In the past, before unification, many tribes would migrate to the southern kingdoms for food. Now unified, even food problems have been alleviated with the aid of war reparations. With sufficient supplies and abundant land resources, development can begin. As long as stability can be achieved, the resources within the Freljord will be sufficient for the Freljordians to be self-sufficient, without the need to provoke conflict with other countries.

But no one could say for sure what the final outcome would be. Especially since Fine was a political idiot, he simply nodded and didn't think much of it.

We walked forward all the way, but just as we were walking on the road, a loud eagle cry suddenly came from the sky.

Looking up, I saw a handsome eagle falling from the sky - it was none other than the Eagle of Omen from Ashe.

But it was different from before. As Ashe gradually mastered the inheritance from Avarosa, the original Eagle of Omen became much more handsome than before.

His once brown features had transformed into a beautiful icy blue, a vibrant hue in the sunlight. While this might sound striking, his form could actually change depending on his mood. Especially when performing aerial missions or hunting, his azure feathers barely reflected any light, practically blending in with the blue sky.

Perhaps because of his relationship with Ashe, or perhaps because as a hunter, Faan is naturally surrounded by an aura or pheromones that make wild beasts more likely to feel close to him, so the Eagle of Omen is quite close to Faan.

He landed on Fain's arm and nudged Fain's hand affectionately. Fain smiled and touched him twice, then took out a piece of dragon beast meat from his backpack and placed it in the Eagle of Omen's mouth.

Upon seeing this, the Eagle of Omen cried happily, and with its knife-like beak, it tore the palm-sized piece of meat into small pieces and swallowed it into its golden belly in a few seconds. Then it raised its foot to indicate that there was news about Ashe here.

While Lissandra could communicate remotely through spells, their effectiveness was limited. Even within the Freljord, further distances required the construction of frozen mausoleums as base stations to amplify the signal. Furthermore, once outside the Freljord, or even near its borders, the icy magic in the air weakened, making timely communication and training impossible.

In this case, the Eagle of Omen is the best choice.

After acknowledging Ashe's master, she received the blessing of Avarosa's power. The Eagle of Omen's speed has now been enhanced by magic to a maximum of 300 kilometers per hour. Even a needle-tailed swift can only follow behind and eat its exhaust. Combined with her extremely powerful dynamic vision and shared perception abilities, Ashe now has the ability to survey the entire Freljord without leaving her home.

After taking a look at the message written on the parchment, Fane immediately frowned.

"The Bearmen have sent a messenger to negotiate. Return quickly."

He wrote "Received" on the parchment, but after thinking for a moment, he simply stuffed the parchment into his backpack. He then looked at Galen and the others not far away and said, "Something's wrong in Laxtak. We need to find another way back."

"Another way? What do you mean?"

Garen looked puzzled. Faan, without further ado, simply patted the grimoire behind him.

Sensing Faan's intention, the Grimoire flew directly to Faan without further ado and flipped to the page that recorded the spatial coordinates of Laxtak. However, after flipping to the page, the Grimoire did not open the portal directly, but instead froze in place with some hesitation.

"what happened?"

Faun inquired.

Seeing this, the Demonic Codex directly opened the portal and pulled out Yumi, who was slacking off somewhere.

It was obvious that the kitten was having a lot of fun, rolling around on the ground when it appeared. It felt cold, so it belatedly raised its head and looked at Faan in surprise:

"Eh? Boss? Where's Sister Ashe? Are we going to fight again? Don't be afraid, Boss, I'm here to help you!"

"Please help me translate it."

Fine said now is not the time to be cute.

Hearing this, Yumi nodded, then after flipping through the pages for a while, she nodded and said, "The Grimoire says there are too many people! The new passage can't support so many people."

The Tome of Doors records numerous portals, leading to different regions in the material and spiritual realms. However, the Rakstak portal is newly established, and while recorded in the pages, it has not yet been stabilized. This is why Faan, despite possessing the Tome of Doors, still chooses to travel on a frosthorn.

In addition to being able to get closer to nature, it also allows the Door Magic Codex to maintain sufficient energy reserves and open the escape door when necessary.

Faan nodded in understanding, and then turned his gaze to Lissandra. After a brief silence, Lissandra nodded and said, "Knight Drakron will be here soon to escort them to the Gulag Plains. We can just leave now."

"it is good."

A moment later, accompanied by the sound of war horses, the Drakron Soulless Knights appeared on the mountain beside them - these Drakron Knights were always nearby, so that they could provide timely support when Fane got into trouble. This was also an important reason why Fane could attack the city alone without any worries.

Lissandra is there to back us up.

"Let's go."

As the portal opened, Faan was the first to walk in.

156

Chapter 156: Marriage? ?

Entering the portal, it is somewhat surprising that the portal of the Door Magic Book does not lead directly to the destination.

"The portal on the other side seems a little unstable. We might have to wait a while, maybe... an hour?"

After translating the words of the magic book, Yuumi complained lazily:

"Alas, why couldn't the old owner of the Grimoire set up a portal to Sister Ashe in advance? Now we have to wait so long."

Meanwhile, in the magic passage, Garen was looking at the colorful lights around him with eyes full of surprise and doubt.

Now, while Garen was skeptical about magic, he was also terrified about the impact of this long-distance transmission on the war.

If, during a war, a group of elite Iceborn appeared directly in the Demacia capital in this way...

Even the royal city of any country...

This was Garen's first time to come into such close contact with magic - not counting the previous one with Lux.

Honestly, he felt a bit conflicted. In the past, he would have drawn his sword and demanded that Faen release them. But after all that had happened recently, Garen's attitude towards magic wasn't as absolute as it had been at the beginning.

It's not surprising that Garen would act this way, as his parents and uncle were almost all killed by mages. While it was the magic used by those who killed them, not the magic itself, it's undeniable that in Demacia, blaming all faults on magic is almost a standard practice.

Now that he'd discovered his sister's magical abilities and the iron fist had fallen on him, Garen immediately realized that magic itself wasn't good or evil... Well, that wasn't entirely true. The magic of Runeterra did possess self-awareness. It was just that, aside from a few specific factors, it wasn't obvious in other ways.

Take your time. Faan has no intention of letting Lux go... It's mainly because the Light has a truly remarkable record. The alliance between Demacia and the Freljord is now a foregone conclusion. To prevent a momentary display of affection from the Light from causing LeBlanc to despair over her own talent and irreversibly impacting the Freljord, Faan feels the need to help Lux avoid any detours.

This is not difficult, because in the Lor plot, Lux has been hailed as the light of Demacia and has established a city for mages in Demacia.

As long as we avoid some detours and provide some correct paths, this process can reduce a lot of sorrow. However, this will inevitably sacrifice some people who can't keep up with the times...

While thinking in her heart, Lux on the side also noticed Faan's gaze and immediately showed a bright smile, but because her brother was next to her, she could only wave quietly to say hello to Faan.

And Fane smiled and nodded in understanding, then turned away.

"You care about that girl?"

Lissandra's voice reached Faan's ears. It was not far away, but no one except Faan knew it.

"To be precise, it's their family."

"Can't you feel it?" said Fain.

"Some, but not sure."

After hearing what Faan said, Lissandra also glanced at Garen and the greatsword behind Garen.

Lissandra could sense subtle magical fluctuations from the greatsword known as Judgment. This magical aura wasn't the 'magic-forbidden stone' absorption that Fane had told him about, but rather something more akin to... enchantment?

They are a family of Crown Guardians of the Forbidden Magic Kingdom, but the heirloom weapons passed down through generations are enchanted with magic...

"The issues here are quite complicated and related to the Rune Wars. I'll handle it."

Faun looked straight ahead.

"Ah."

Lissandra nodded.

After confirming that it would take some time to reach Laxtak, Fan simply toured his own personal status.

Successful solo sieges were classified as "hunting," but due to their power level, they received few evolution points. After glancing at the warehouse, Fane took a few bottles of medicine to replenish the inventory. He then focused on his own personal abilities.

In fact, during the battle, Fane could clearly feel that his limbs were not coordinated enough. The most obvious thing was that the male fire dragon, the "king of the sky", could not even fly or stay in the air for a long time.

But if you think about it carefully, this is normal.

An adult Dragon Slasher is approximately 24 meters long and weighs around 65 tons. A fully grown Dragon Slasher, even a Cinder Blade Dragon Slasher, can reach 34 meters, its weight more than tripling due to its massive intake of minerals.

In comparison, the size of an adult male Rathalos varies depending on the region, but typically, the stronger ones are only around seventeen meters. To facilitate flight, their weight is drastically reduced, to less than half that of an adult Slayer Dragon.

In this situation, Faan used the Fire Dragon as a base, integrating the Dragon Slayer's lower limbs and blade tail, like using a three-wheeled motorcycle to pull the cargo bed of a hundred-ton king and drift. It was only because Faan had taken drugs beforehand that he was able to move with such tremendous force. A normal beast would have long since been unable to control its lower limbs and been forced to stay where it was, starving to death.

But there was nothing that could be done about it - different dragon species had different transformations, and the first transformation was an overlapping transformation. Fane could feel that there were still many areas on his body that could be optimized - that was what evolution was all about, strengthening the organs one had and reducing useless encumbrances.

Regardless of anything else, a Rathalos-type being a Rathalos, it was definitely not capable of possessing a Dragon-Slaying Blade Tail. Even if it did, it would be a burden, unable to utilize the aerial superiority of a Flying Dragon in the air, nor the powerful physique of a Beast Dragon on the ground.