Monster Hunter from League of Legends

Privately, Ashe once asked Faan the reason, but because Faan had not yet come into contact with the documents from Frostguard Fortress at that time, he could only say that the time was not right.

Now that all the guesses have been answered through verification from multiple sources, Fine naturally stopped hiding them and gave his answers directly.

Volibear remained silent, seemingly oblivious to Faan's words. But after a long moment, he looked back at Faan, his lightning-strewn face no longer showing the initial fury, but instead a hint of composure.

"The conflict between growth and change... that's what it is."

He nodded thoughtfully. But this composure didn't last long. Soon, the eyes scattered throughout Volibear's body began to wriggle, struggle, and spread. This change further caused Volibear's body to undergo uncontrolled transformation. Large amounts of reddish-brown, viscous liquid oozed and flowed through the cracks between bones and muscles.

There was a hint of ferocity in his eyes, but Volibear still suppressed it stubbornly and said in a cold voice:

"So why did you go looking for that guy Ornn?"

"He has seen the spirit of the Freljord."

Fine was concise and to the point.

According to legend, Ornn was the first of the Freljord's many wild demigods. He came into the world eager to stretch his legs. While most people might simply run and jump, Ornn found that difficult.

No matter how thick a tree was, it would break if Orn touched it. Even the largest iceberg would melt at his touch, turning it into a torrent of water that rushed into the sea.

It was at this time that Ornn punched the mountain in frustration, but the peak did not collapse. This made Ornn very happy, so he began to use the land as his good fighting partner.

As the oldest demigod, Ornn is hidden from the world, but many legends indicate that it was Ornn who created the first mountains and hills of Freljord.

Ornn wrestled with the earth, striking and clawing, pounding mountains out of the flat ground with his headbutt and carving deep valleys between them. When he grew tired, he paid homage to the earth, thanking it for such a glorious contest.

In thanks, a fire pit appeared in the earth, revealing his core. Owain was filled with pride, for he felt that the fire pit was a perfect reflection of himself: a fiery and fiery ram.

The Earth recognized Ornn's ability, revealing its secrets to him and granting him the power of the First Fire. Fire is the key to all change. ~"

It was after this that Ornn, inspired by the primordial fire, began to become obsessed with forging.

Although it is still unclear what the Primordial Fire represents, even Fane is unsure whether Ornn's flames actually originated from the Primordial Fire...

Because most of the stories about Ornn were passed down through the many tribes of the Freljord in the form of legendary poems, in this case, word of mouth would more or less lead to distortion and exaggeration.

Especially since a certain evil person in the Icefields burned books and buried scholars alive, destroying most of the ancient historical heritage. This made research even more difficult.

Fortunately, after Dick's policies began to bear fruit, Farn was able to legally verify the historical texts in the Frostguard vault. While it remains uncertain whether Ornn's flames originated from the First Fire, he did see the spirit of the Freljord.

“And a new era is dawning, where threats beneath the ice will affect not just the Freljord, but all of Runeterra.”

Faan said: "I think Runeterra needs a good blacksmith to provide truly powerful weapons."

Hearing this, although he knew that what Faan said was reasonable, Volibear was still obviously still brooding over Ornn's past "betrayal" and snorted coldly, saying:

"A magical weapon? I think it's just a cage. The real power lies only in one's own flesh and blood and claws."

Fahn gave a polite smile.

There is no doubt that the reason why Volibear was willing to wear the rune armor given by Ornn was because he felt that his power had been enhanced.

But after the brothers split, his strength increased even after he took off his armor. Even if Volibear didn't say it, Faan could guess that it was related to the power of faith. In that era when wildness had not yet subsided, Volibear's wild faith could even compete with Ornn. But now...

While I haven't seen Ornn yet, judging by his various appearances in the lore, his power and his furnace are only growing stronger. And what about Volibear? Look at him now, there's not a trace of the thundering roar of the past... Some would even believe he's a demon from the spirit realm, more nightmarish than nightmares.

Ignoring Faan's smile, Volibear said coldly: "I will let the Ursine keep their claws in check - at least until your plan fails."

"Ok."

Faun nodded.

It is obvious that Volibear has reached the critical point of consciousness and will leave here soon.

At this time, Faan also said: "Speaking of which, can you help me?"

Hearing this, Volibear glanced at Faan and asked, "What's the matter?"

Pointing to Lissandra beside him, Faan said calmly, "Take back that wild demigod curse."

After hearing what Faan said, Lissandra glanced at Faan but didn't say anything. She just stood there quietly, as if Faan wasn't talking about her.

Volibear dismissed everything with a simple wave of his hand—it seemed simple, seemingly unchanged. But if Allura were here, she would have noticed that Lissandra's reflection in the spiritual realm was no longer marked by the wild lightning as before.

"What about the one on you?"

Volibear asked.

Faun: "Is it harmful?"

Volibear: "No."

Fahn: "Then keep it. It will be convenient for me to find you if I need anything."

Hearing that Faan was considering using him as a foreign aid, Volibear snorted disdainfully and simply said, "Then you'd better prove your worth."

As he spoke, Volibear, or rather, Xena's figure began to shrink. A moment later, Volibear had disappeared, leaving only the bearman Xena.

After slowly raising her head and confirming that her memory was correct, Xina looked at Fane.

"Okay, it's almost time."

"Uh...what do you mean?"

Fain felt that something was wrong with Xina's tone.

And Xina reached out and pulled Faan:

"Elbow, come with me into the house and save the seed."

"Fuck, don't!"

165

Chapter 165: Orne's Great Urn.

Faan declined Hina's invitation. Though possessing a flexible moral compass, Faan remained loyal to Little Head's choice. Little Head, however, was now as limp and swaying as a freshly baked rice cake. Faan feared Big Head would commit suicide the moment he agreed to Little Head's decision.

Thinking about this, Faan said righteously: "I am a person of pure love, and as the Warmaster of Freljord, I will never betray the Supreme War Mother of the tribe. And..."

Pursing his lips, Faan asked suspiciously, "You should be able to sense that our aesthetic tastes are vastly different. Why are you putting yourself in such a difficult position now?"

"This is my father's request."

Xina crossed her arms and said, "Your offspring has wild blood flowing in their veins. The bear people need such blood."

"My offspring?"

After hearing what Sina said, Fane was slightly stunned, and then quickly realized that Sina meant the group of extreme warriors under his command - those warriors who were inoculated with the mad dragon factor and survived the physiological super-activation brought about by the mad dragon disease, and who broke through the limit were naturally called extreme warriors.

Well, he also has the traditional blue battle pattern of the Freljord on his body, which looks very auspicious.

In addition, for countries like Demacia and Noxus, there is indeed a group of Smurfs on the other side of the mountain and the sea...

They are cunning and cruel.

They are cruel and cunning.

They live freely on the white ice field.

They fought bravely and supported each other.

Oh, cute Smurf~

Oh, sweet Smurf!

They worked together and used their brains to defeat LeBlanc~

Oh~ lovely Smurf~ Oh~ lovely Smurf…

The Smurfs' war song appeared in his mind, and Faan also felt that the style of the Freljord had changed from wilderness survival to a childhood classic...

After clearing his cough and coming back to his senses, Fane breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that it was the bearman Sina or Volibear who had mistaken the relationship between himself and the Extreme Marines - in fact, it was not really a mistake.

Because in Volibear's eyes, the bear people are both his followers and his believers, and after wearing bear skins, they are his wild offspring.

Thinking this, Faan glanced at Lissandra beside him, then took out two bottles of reduced-quality Mad Dragon Factor extracted through blood purification and said, "Inject this into the body. Just a few drops are enough to reach the limit. Of course, during this process, no matter what life form it is, it will suffer severe pain, and may even die. Therefore, those without sufficient willpower and strength should not touch it."

Unlike the Crazy Dragon Factor produced by Faan through the testosterone glands, these Crazy Dragon Factors purified from the blood are slightly weaker in effect, and the controllability of the activity itself is also limited, but it is still enough to activate the physiological capabilities of the human body. As long as you can endure it, you can achieve the limit.

After hearing Faan's words, the bearman Xina's eyes also showed a hint of suspicion. Then she looked at the dark red liquid in the small bottle and asked, "Is this it? You are not lying to me, right? I can't even feel the magic fluctuations in it."

It's no wonder Sina asked this, because magic is as common as air in Runeland - because one of the origins of this world comes from the World Rune. And the World Rune is one of the sources of magic, which means that almost everything in Runeland is inseparable from magic.

Even the Twin Cities' hextech and shimmering anomalies are essentially a use of magic, or rather, the arcane. Of course, science and magic are not mutually exclusive. They are essentially perspectives on the world and techniques in use.

In Runeterra, similar special powers often have very obvious and very special magical fluctuations.

But Fane is different—Fane knows nothing about magic.

Thinking about it, Fane also explained: "This thing has nothing to do with magic, but affects the flesh, blood and nerves."

Faan's power comes from the evolution of the creature itself. Whether it is a fireball or an ice bomb, it is released through the flame bag and the ice bag - he is a fairly pure hero without a blue bar.

This also includes the Crazy Dragon Factor. The full-fledged Crazy Dragon Virus is biologically modified, while the current, reduced-strength Crazy Dragon Factor is a hyper-activated physiological state. This means that every cell in the body begins a brief period of cancerous transformation. If you survive this, you'll be able to break through your physiological limits. If you don't... then there's nothing Fain can do.

Although she had no idea what the nerves Faan was talking about were, the bear-man Xina was clearly not the type to pry into details. She simply nodded casually and said, "That's good... If that's the case, you should have said it earlier. I was still worried about whether I should pretend to be satisfied."

As she spoke, a hint of disdain crossed the bear-like face of the bear-man Xena. In the eyes of humans, Faan could be considered strong. But to Xena, who weighed nearly three tons, Faan was still too thin... Even in armor, he was not as thick as her own arm.

What could Fane say? He didn't even bother to argue, let alone prove it. He just gave a thumbs-up and said, "You are this!"

The bearman Xina didn't care about this and simply said, "I have completed the task my father gave me, and I will leave here next. Well, you don't have to wait too long, I will be back soon and stay here as the representative of the bearman tribe."

Hearing this, Faan did not speak, but left the seat to Ashe who was standing beside him. After exchanging a glance with Faan and nodding to each other, Ashe also said:

"No problem. The United Horde welcomes anyone willing to join and build the Freljord together. But before that, I think we have more important things to do."

"whats the matter?"

The bear-man Hina asked.

"Find Ornn."

Ashe said: "We need to find out what the Freljord truly desires, and the guidance of the Forge God is necessary."

Hearing this, Xina beside her nodded in understanding.

Although Volibear despised, resented, and rejected Ornn's existence, that was all a grudge held by the older generation. As a younger generation, the Ursine still respected Ornn greatly...

As he thought about it, he suddenly remembered something. Faen, who was standing beside him, also became interested and said, "Since the Bear People are also joining the United Tribe, shouldn't we share some of the good things with them?"

In response, Xina narrowed her eyes and said, "Sharing what? Prey or fur?"

“We have no shortage of that.”

Faan smiled and said, "I'm just very interested in Orn's big jar..."

"You actually know this? But don't dream about it."

Before Fane could finish, Xina shook her head in dissatisfaction: "The elders of the tribe will never agree."

-

As expected, it was a motherboard problem.

166

Chapter 166: Sejuani's whereabouts.

It's no wonder Xena's reaction was so immediate and intense. It was simply because the power of Ornn's Urn was too important to ordinary life in the Freljord.

There are many legends about Ornn's Urn in the Freljord. Many of the legends are different from each other, but they all have one thing in common, that is, Ornn's Urn can save the tribe from famine.

In fact, Ornn's jar does have such power.

In the 2022 season CG "Call", although the people in each region are only seen briefly, the content shown in it is actually not impromptu. Very few pictures not only appear in the background story, but are even uploaded in the form of short stories.

The story of the Winter Claw, "Deep Winter's Silence," tells the story of the Winter Claw tribe, facing a famine caused by a lack of resources, forced to hunt an extremely dangerous ice mammoth. However, after paying a huge price, the ice mammoth jumped off a cliff and disappeared into the icy lake.

Many people died, but nothing was gained. Just when Sejuani was at her wit's end, a tribal priest who should have died long ago appeared before her and told her about the existence of the Ornn Urn.

The big jar has the ability to keep people from worrying about cold and hunger for the whole winter by just drinking a sip of the broth inside - this has infinite appeal to any tribe in Freljord.

Although the Ursine are terrifying, Winter's Claw has no choice but to launch a surprise attack on them due to lack of supplies. During this process, the Berserker Olaf also appears and follows Sejuani, because challenging the Ursine is crazy enough and can lead to the glorious death he desires.

Looking at Xena, Faan remained calm and said, "We don't intend to take it away, we only intend to use it. If the elders are truly unwilling, I will personally raise my opinion with Volibear. I believe that Volibear's decision will be more powerful than that of those so-called elders."

After hearing what Faan said, Xina stared at Faanduo for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Well, those old guys really don't dare to disobey their father's orders..."

It's more than just not daring to disobey?

Volibear had spent most of his life in slumber, and his hatred for Ornn was etched deep within his memory. Under these circumstances, for Volibear, the thought of his followers using Ornn's things was simply unforgivable.