Monster Hunter from League of Legends

I can't say much else, but Fane feels that Volibear's dislike for Ornn isn't fake. Even if Volibear instructed the Ursine to use Ornn's Cauldron without permission, given Volibear's character, he wouldn't admit it after being exposed, but would simply throw the cauldron away...

It seems that even among the wild bear people, they are not truly united...

Even among a herd of beasts, there are still countless young beasts eager for the position of leader, let alone humans who have surrendered to wild will?

The desire for food and clothing cannot be suppressed simply by saying it's for the sake of wildness. Especially since the balance of the Freljord itself lies in conflict.

Even if Volibear succeeds in restoring the wildness of the ancient times to the Freljord, what awaits Volibear is nothing more than the next Ice Sisters... Considering the preferences of the demigods themselves, it is not surprising that they may even directly become hostile to his sister, the Ice Phoenix Anivia.

Well, while Ornn and Volibear are the most famous of the three demigod siblings, with more legends and the impression of being the older and younger siblings, in reality, Ornn is the eldest, Phoenix is ​​the second, and then Volibear. In Nunu's Song, Volibear also addresses Anivia as his sister.

After dealing with the multiple accommodation matters, Faan also walked towards Ashe and others with a smile. Seeing Faan's cheerful smile, Ashe shook her head helplessly.

After a great victory, any other country would have held a lively celebration. However, considering the United Horde's recent establishment, they simply announced an all-you-can-eat dinner and wine party tonight—the spoils from Noxus were plentiful. For the time being, at least, the United Horde wouldn't have to worry about food.

Instead, they had to worry about the storage of supplies. The Freljord was cold, but summer had already arrived, and the holy city of Rakstak was located on a warm plain. Furthermore, the temperature had already dropped above freezing during the expedition, and a large amount of food was piled up. With rising temperatures, melting ice and snow, and abundant moisture, a lot of food could be wasted if they weren't careful.

This was undoubtedly unbelievable to the people of the Freljord.

Look, back in the house, Ashe was still looking at the list of supplies brought back by Fane and sighing.

"I never thought that the Freljord would one day be troubled by having too much food..."

"Don't worry, the Ice Priest can handle it all."

Faan wasn't too worried.

Even if storage is difficult in the south, the Freljord's north is just as naturally cold. Coupled with the Ice Priests' mastery of ice magic, storing meat is a breeze. If all else fails, you can make bacon or something similar.

Thinking of this, Ashe on the side also nodded.

"Speaking of which, where's Sejuani?"

Faan asked curiously, "She used to love getting involved in this kind of thing, so why hasn't she shown up yet?"

Upon hearing this, Ashe also said, "While the Noxians were attacking head-on, they also sent a fleet to cross the Frozen Sea and land on the western side of the Freljord. Knight Drakron discovered them, and Sejuani heard the news and went to deal with it."

"Well, hopefully those Noxians can be transported here intact."

As he said this, Fane's voice was filled with regret - being escorted from the coldest north all the way over mountains and hills to the south?

Even the locals of Freljord might not be able to walk the entire distance, let alone these warm-blooded people from the Summer Land.

As for Sejuani's defeat...

Do not make jokes.

In the Freljord, with Lissandra protecting them, even a vampire leading a team would have to keep a low profile. And what's more, it's just a "surprise force"...

The surprise troops descended from nowhere, but they were discovered just as they were setting out. It was pure despair.

With the same thought, Ashe wasn't worried about Sejuani—if there was real danger, the blood connection between the three sisters would have given them a warning long ago. Furthermore, Ashe's Eagle of Revelation was hovering over Sejuani.

Thinking in her heart, Ashe turned her head and looked at Lissandra who had been silent beside her.

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Chapter 167 Someone works hard and someone loves you.

He also looked at Lissandra. Although he didn't have much communication with Lissandra, Fane had been silently paying attention to this thousand-year-old virgin... Oh, she wasn't like that some time ago.

It was a bit strange. According to Volibear, he had already retracted the curse he had placed on Lissandra. But until now, Lissandra hadn't said a word, simply standing or sitting there quietly, as if she had lost not only her sight but also her voice.

"Is there anything else that feels uncomfortable?"

Walking over, Faan also asked: "Or did Volibear lie?"

Even Faan felt it was absurd when he said this. Volibear didn't even bother pretending to be arrogant. For a man as proud as Volibear, having him lie to the Ice Sisters, allowing those lies to be linked to him, allowing anyone to use this as a sufficient excuse to wantonly humiliate him, was better off killing him...

After hearing Faan's words, Lissandra seemed to react, but she still just sat there quietly without moving.

"...It's okay. I'm fine."

As she spoke, Lissandra's voice wasn't as cold as before, but instead held a touch of humanity—a rare moment when her voice had a touch of human warmth. Before this, even when she was exhausted, Lissandra would at most bury her head in the blanket or pillow and let out a low sob, rather than directly expressing her current state like Sejuani did.

"Is it really okay?"

Faan looked at Lissandra suspiciously.

There was a brief silence, and then Lissandra reached out and cupped Faan's face. After a moment's hesitation, the frost crown covering his head gradually disintegrated, revealing his true appearance.

She's somewhere between Ashe and Sejuani, possessing a touch of heroism and a gentler demeanor. It's not just her looks, but her demeanor as well. Ashe's aura is gentle yet resilient, while Sejuani's aura is heroic and belligerent. Lissandra, on the other hand, stands in stark contrast to her sisters, exuding a sense of detachment and independence, like a flawless flower perched atop a towering snowy mountain.

Now, the flower's eyes, now azure, were filled with complex emotions, among which Fahn sensed a hint of curiosity.

Holding Faan's face, she looked left and right. After a moment, Liz Sandra nodded with satisfaction, as if to say, "So this is what the person riding on me looks like."

"How is it? Handsome, right~"

Faun smiled with pride.

It's not that Faan brags about himself, even if it's just a low profile, Faan's appearance is still handsome, with bright eyes and white teeth. Compared to the bearded barbarians everywhere in Freljord, this one has a tough and tough temperament and appearance that can be said to be unforgettable after seeing it once.

"……well enough."

After a brief silence, Lissandra nodded slightly.

While blinded, Lissandra could perceive the world through her icy magical perception. However, the icy vision was composed of the Freljord's pervasive icy magic, lacking in color, but rather a general outline. Even when recording something, Lissandra could only perceive its general color and details by concentrating her attention.

For thousands of years, Lissandra could only observe the Freljord through the icy horizon. Over such a long time, Lissandra had long forgotten what the world looked like to her.

This was intentional on Lissandra's part.

"For my sister Avarosa, fond memories made her more determined to pursue her ideals. For Serilda, cruel memories made her even more cruel. Sadly, for me, both fond and cruel memories only make me feel regretful and weak."

"Now that I've opened my eyes again... I feel pretty good."

As she spoke, Lissandra seemed unable to hold back and reached out her hands once again to cup Faan's face, shaking it left and right.

"My aesthetic is similar to that of my sister Avarosa, but I can also understand her. As it stands now, none of them will dislike you. Well, the first thing I see when I open my eyes again is your face. Perhaps I will never forget it? As it stands now, this is at least a beautiful image."

"Ok?"

Faun was suspicious: "Can I take this as a confession?"

"No, I have no feelings for you."

Despite saying this, Lissandra's face was no longer as calm and indifferent as before. Instead, a touch of peace appeared on her face. "I joined you so that the people of this land could once again fight side by side under the banner of the Three Frost Sisters... But it is indeed your contribution that I have regained my sight, so I will never forget it... I allow you to roam freely on my body, but my heart will always belong to the Freljord."

“Haha~Okay!”

Upon hearing this, Fane was also happy, then picked up Lissandra and walked towards the bedroom.

On the side, Ashe also sighed slightly helplessly, but she was not too surprised, because Ashe had guessed what would happen long ago - it has been less than a week since the war started. Except for Lissandra who helped to solve the problem briefly so that Faan could fight with peace of mind, Faan was focused on fighting the rest of the time.

When people are concentrating, they don't notice certain things, but as they relax, some special needs will immediately come to mind.

Come to think of it, I have indeed been overworked recently.

Thinking of this, Ashe also stretched her body.

The establishment of the United Horde required a lot of work, such as laws, charters, development directions, and conflicts between different tribes. After such a busy time, Ashe wanted to rest a bit... preferably, just lie still.

After informing her mother Glenna that it was time to celebrate Warmaster Faan's great victory over Noxus, which included capturing tens of thousands of prisoners and countless supplies, Ashe walked towards the bedroom.

It was undoubtedly an unforgettable night.

Because both Faan and Ashe could feel that Lissandra was particularly proactive.

Taking into account Lissandra's personality, if we miss this initiative today, we may not see it again for a long time in the future, so Faan also tried extra hard to stand up and kick.

The machine soul was overjoyed, the bicycle bells rang loudly, and the chain that was kicked out of sparks began to spit out engine oil.

Some people work hard and some people feel pain.

"Faun must be fighting a bloody battle right now, right?"

On the northern coast of Freljord, Sejuani climbed over many mountains in the ice and snow. Feeling the cold wind blowing on her face, she still felt sorry for Giegie.

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Chapter 168: The Wrath of the North.

Sejuani is not yet the ruthless Warmother who will command the Winter's Claw. In the original timeline, Sejuani would still be struggling for food, having recently encountered Ashe after she emerged from the Ancient Frost Mouth, beginning her story in Ashe's comic, "Warmother."

But the arrival of Faan seemed to have fast-forwarded everything. For example, the Noxian invasion of the Freljord happened several years earlier than the original timeline.

As for the character of the three Ice Sisters... Lissandra, needless to say, has remained the same for thousands of years. Ashe, on the other hand, is relatively well-advanced, having entered Avarosa's throne room and felt Avarosa's will. While still relatively inexperienced and immature compared to her future selves, her character is incredibly resilient. She knows her ideals, what she should do, and possesses the perseverance to persevere.

Compared to Ashe, Sejuani is much simpler. She's still a competitive child at heart—but she no longer needs to prove anything to her mother, Kokia. Instead, she wants to prove she's as good as Ashe and Lissandra.

It’s a pity that having ideals is good, but having ideals does not mean that they can be realized.

As for Sejuani now, even though the tribesmen often said the warmbloods of the Summerlands were cowards who wouldn't survive a single day in the Freljord, she had never seen a warmblood before, and lacked a clear understanding of the people outside the Freljord. Sejuani thought, even if the warmbloods were weak, they must be quite capable to have conquered such a large area.

With this mentality, Sejuani seized the opportunity when the Noxian raiding fleet docked and stopped, and launched a charge with the warriors of the United Horde.

Noticing Sejuani's troops, the Noxian soldiers who were shivering in the cold wind, lighting a fire and preparing to rest also issued a vigilant war cry.

"Enemy attack! Retreat! Board the ship!"

"Gun deck! Get ready to fire!"

It can only be said that these Noxians sent by Darkwill were indeed not ordinary soldiers. After encountering Sejuani's attack, they not only did not panic, but reacted quickly and returned to the ship. At the same time, the two rows of artillery on the battleship had already begun to aim.

The soldiers below did not lose their composure because of this, but continued to retreat and board the ship in order, while others quickly formed a battle formation to prevent a group of people from rushing to board the ship and causing no one to be able to get on board.

Rumble!

The cannons roared and heavy shells hit Sejuani, but Sejuani did not dodge. On the contrary, she rode the frosthorn under her command with a look of fighting spirit in her eyes.

Accompanied by a burst of fire, the poisonous smoke bomb constructed by the alchemists of Noxus broke through the air. The moment it exploded, thick smoke swept across the land along with the surrounding wind and snow.

Seeing the Freljord leader being hit by artillery, the Noxian soldiers also showed surprise expressions - in a battlefield like Runeterra where extraordinary forces exist, artillery shells can indeed cause huge damage, but if you want to hit a strong man moving at high speed, you can only rely on luck.

For this reason, Noxus developed poison smoke bombs. Even if the shells fail to hit the target, the spread of poison gas can make the enemy lose its combat capability in a certain area.

But before they could fully burst out laughing, a round puff of smoke flew out from the dense smoke screen, dispersing in both directions a moment later. Sejuani emerged from the thick smoke, her face brimming with battle fervor, seemingly unfazed by the poisonous smoke—no, judging by her expression, she wasn't even aware of the black smoke's toxicity.

This caused a flicker of disbelief to cross the faces of the Noxian gunners. After all, even General Darius, the strongest of their number, would be injured by a direct hit from a shell. In fact, a hit to a vital part could seriously injure him instantly, rendering him incapable of combat.

But now, rushing out from the smoke and dust, Sejuani didn't look injured at all? Not even her armor was damaged at all!

Not to mention Sejuani, even the frosthorn she was riding was unharmed under the protection of the Winter's Heavy Armor.

As for the others—the next moment, within the pitch-black poisonous fog, humanoid figures leaped out one after another, breaking free from the surrounding toxic fog. These Iceborn lacked Sejuani's bloodline, armor, or flails. However, as warriors of icy blood, the icy magic flowing through their bodies greatly slowed the spread of the poison.

Their eyes widened, bloodshot from the poisonous mist. This non-lethal attack would cause intense pain within the human body, but for these Iceborn, this level of pain was not even comparable to the chill of the Freljord autumn wind. Far from sapping their fighting power, it had the opposite effect, stirring their inner fighting spirit.

Not worried at all about the Iceborn of the United Horde, her eyes filled with excitement as Sejuani raised her arms above her head and began swinging the flail.

As the flail continued to spin, a bone-chilling cold wind suddenly blew up from the originally calm coast.

"I am Sejuani! I am the relentless north wind! I am the wrath of the north!!"

As she spoke, a cold glint flashed in Sejuani's eyes, and with a burst of icy magic, she swung the flail. With a whoosh, the chain, which was only a meter long at most, began to extend.

In the eyes of the Noxians nearby, they only saw a whistling cold wind, accompanied by a cold shadow breaking through the air, and then the warship sank violently to one side as if it had been hit by direct artillery fire, until the sea completely absorbed the impact, and the buoyancy of the sea once again pushed the warship back to its original position.

Although it didn't sink to the bottom of the sea, the warship lost its center of gravity and shook violently. When they came to their senses, they saw that the original upper deck had been directly split open, and the flail had smashed deeply through two decks and embedded itself deeply into the third gun deck.

"Cut it off!!"

The soldier, who appeared to be an officer, grabbed a nearby battle axe, raised it high, and brought it down with all his might. However, with the clang of metal, the axe was soaked by an invisible icy wind before it even touched the chain. The moment it touched the chain, it shattered with a bang. The exploding blade failed to destroy the flail, but instead injured several friendly soldiers.

Seeing this, the sergeant major's face showed a trace of shock, and he shouted without hesitation: "Retreat! Weigh anchor! Evacuate immediately!!!"

Despite the shouting, the warship remained motionless. This made the Sergeant Major's face look anxious and angry. He looked at the helmsman behind him and shouted, "Why aren't you moving?!"

"The sea,"

Faced with the questioning, the helmsman pointed around with a look of despair and said: "The sea is frozen..."

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Chapter 169 Wild Boar.

After hearing the soldier's words, the sergeant's face showed a trace of deep astonishment. He then looked towards the sea.

What came into view was that the sea surface had turned into solidified ice - but unlike ordinary ice, this frozen sea surface was not flat, but turbulent.

The moment Sejuani's hammer fell, a raging icy magic, accompanied by the falling flail, sank into the deep sea. The flail struck the warship, its surging force forming waves. Under the influence of this icy magic, these waves froze in mid-air before they could even fall, forming layers of ice that rose around the warship, frozen in place like the sponge, unable to move.