Monster Hunter from League of Legends

This unimaginable scene made the eyes of the Noxian soldiers widen, not to mention the ice priests who were ready to help under Lissandra's orders not far away.

Their only hope of assistance was to form ice spikes for long-range firepower, or to create surging cold winds to prevent the warships from leaving. Now, vast swathes of the sea were frozen solid. Dumbfounded, they could only sigh, truly worthy of the legendary Ice Sisters.

Even if he has not fully awakened, just mastering some of its power is already so terrifying.

And what about Sejuani? Without hesitation, she snorted coldly, and the flail in her hand began to rapidly retract. However, instead of the flail returning, Sejuani was dragged forward.

The husband and wife followed suit. Sejuani had seen Faan's grappling style and quick maneuvers with the grappling hook more than once, finding it amusing and interesting. She just hadn't had the chance to try it.

With the help of Lissandra, Sejuani disassembled Serylda's spear and then enchanted it into the Flail of Borean Wind. Sejuani finally realized her dream of being able to swing with chains.

With a whoosh, they arrived on the deck. Seeing Sejuani's arrival, the Noxian warriors on the side immediately rushed up, brandishing their weapons, intending to surround and kill Sejuani here - even if they couldn't kill her, they could take the opportunity to threaten her and escape.

Yet, clad in her heavy Winter's Fall armor, Sejuani's face remained unmoved as she watched blades rain down from all directions. With a mere snort, an invisible icy light reappeared around her, and her ice shield, having absorbed the impact of the shells, exploded. Without even moving a hand, she watched as the Noxian soldiers charging Sejuani were transformed into humanoid ice sculptures, then shattered beneath the shockwaves of the atmosphere.

Seeing this scene, the Noxians' already crumbling morale collapsed even more. Especially when the Iceborn had already occupied the boarding passage, all the Noxians simply laid down their weapons.

Looking at the sergeant major in front of her, Sejuani also had a grim expression, which made the sergeant major look nervous, and many terrible legends about the Freljord emerged in his mind.

Without hesitation, Sejuani demanded in a cold voice, "Tell me! Where is your main force?"

"Ah? A large force?"

Upon hearing this, the Sergeant Major's face showed a trace of bewilderment. Sejuani sneered, "Still pretending? If guys like you can be considered elite, then any Hearthborn warrior in the Freljord is a god!"

"You'd better tell us the truth and tell us where the main force of your fleet is! That way we can at least spare your life!"

Having said this, Sejuani was also quite unhappy.

Because in the past—or to be more precise, before the establishment of the United Horde—the Freljord had no tradition of taking prisoners.

With so little in the way of supplies, why capture prisoners? Is it even useful? Ultimately, the purpose of taking prisoners is to invade and conquer other tribes. In that situation, you wouldn't even have a ransom to ask for. Not to mention all the other hassles.

Therefore, those who went to Freljord would either kill them directly or let them go. Even if they were let go, a person would not survive long in the ice and snow.

Now that the United Horde has been established, Ashe has seriously requested that as many prisoners as possible be captured, but Sejuani still feels a little uncomfortable with this.

While Sejuani was still feeling unhappy, the sergeant major beside her swallowed his saliva and said cautiously, "We...we are the main force."

"You are the main force? Impossible, stop kidding!"

Sejuani's face was filled with anger. "With your strength, you wouldn't even survive a single day in the Freljord winter! Even if it were warmer outside, it wouldn't allow your so-called elite to be so weak!"

It's not sarcasm, it can even be said that Sejuani has long known that the average physical fitness of the Freljord people is far inferior to that of the Freljord people.

But no matter how much one knows, one's thinking is based on one's own perception. Before this, he had never come into contact with outsiders, and his only encounters were with Demacia captains like Garen, who defied common sense and said, "I can fight you all day long."

Now they were facing the elite of Noxus—and since they were elite, they couldn't possibly be much weaker than the average Freljordian, right? Otherwise, how could they have conquered such a vast territory in the Summer Lands? And even went to war with neighboring nations?

In response, the Sergeant Major only showed a forced smile on his face - he didn't even know if Sejuani was insulting them.

Judging from Sejuani's expression, which didn't even bother to pretend, it was obvious that Sejuani didn't think that much...

"Warmaster, we have discovered documents related to the operation."

Just as the Sergeant Major was at a loss for words, a Frost Priest came over with a book and said, "They are indeed the elite of Noxus."

Yes, Sejuani is also a Warmaster. While it might sound strange that the Empire has two Warmasters, think about it: there are three Supreme Warmothers. What's the big deal about two Warmasters? They're all family, anyway. Just shout "loyalty!" and that's it.

"Elite?"

Sejuani looked at the Sergeant Major with an expression of disbelief on her face, but the Sergeant Major could only give Sejuani a polite smile in return.

What can he say? All he can say is that we Freljordians are awesome, and the Noxians are out to get killed...

Well, at least for the current sergeant major, it does seem like seeking death.

Just when Sejuani was feeling bored, a loud noise suddenly came from below the deck.

Looking down through the crack created by the flail, what came into Sejuani's sight was a huge and burly Juvask boar with two fangs shaped like crescent moons.

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I've been quite busy these past two days, so the updates may be a little slower, but I'll still make sure to update 3 to 4 times at least.

170

Chapter 170 Loyal LeBlanc.

While the Freljordians were still busy collecting the remnants of the Noxian army, on the other side, the heart of Noxus was also plunged into a fierce struggle with this unprecedented huge defeat.

"A battle group composed of six of the most powerful regiments! Including the peasant support, that's over 80,000 men! And they're the empire's most powerful elite! And it's only been a few days? Less than a week!"

Sitting on the throne, Darkwill looked at the messenger that Ashe had let go with a look of shock and anger on his face and said:

"Even if 80,000 pigs were thrown into the Freljord, the Freljordans wouldn't be able to catch them all in a week! What the hell is wrong with Darius?! Is he crazy?! Is he betraying his country?!"

Wrong. Eighty thousand pigs were frozen to death as soon as they entered Freljord and couldn't even survive a day.

As for Darius defecting to the Freljord... forget it.

Having just escaped from a hellhole like Freljord, the messenger knew very well that place was not a place for humans to stay - it was covered in ice and snow. If he had not been a messenger and had the ice priests protecting him all the way, he probably would not have been able to even reach the border of Noxus.

The messenger thought this in his heart, but he obviously didn't dare to say all his thoughts out loud. He could only try his best to keep a straight face and not lose his composure. Then he raised his head and said:

"The weather in Freljord is freezing cold, and General Darius encountered a massive blizzard on his way in. Without a guide, he finally..."

"That's enough! I want victory! I'm not here to hear your reasons for failure!"

Darkwill spoke angrily, his old face full of paranoia and madness.

During this time, he could clearly feel his energy was dwindling. He used to be able to review memorials until midnight, even when faced with a mountain of them, and then attend court the next day full of energy. But now, after working for less than half an hour, he would feel genuinely exhausted. Even when he slept, he had to constantly go to the bathroom, urinate, and drink water, as if his body had been drained.

He could feel that he was getting old, that everything was not as good as before, and that death was approaching silently.

"Ice Witch! I want the Ice Witch!"

Darkwill growled, "Bring back the Ice Witch's secret! Make her tell me the secret of her immortality!!"

Beads of sweat streamed down the messenger's face, soaking his shirt. As he grew older, Darkwill gained a reputation within the empire for being arbitrary, tyrannical, and ruthless. Killing minor figures like him for the sake of immortality was commonplace. Not only him, but even many great nobles were dismissed from their positions.

Just as the messenger trembled, waiting for Darkwill's roar, Darkwill inexplicably fell silent. After a moment, he suddenly calmed down, waved his hand, and said, "Retreat."

"As ordered."

Although he didn't know why the emperor was no longer angry, the messenger didn't dare to think too much. He immediately stood up and turned to flee, fearing that if he was a step late, Darkwill would order him to be beheaded.

After the messenger left, Darkwill was the only one left in the study.

Looking towards a corner, Darkwill said coldly, "Is this your plan? Your plan has failed again! You sacrificed 80,000 elite soldiers, and gained nothing! Where's your so-called immortality?!"

"No, we've already achieved success."

Hearing Darkwill's words, LeBlanc emerged from the shadows, her swaying figure draped in a seductive black gown. Though a millennia-old woman, her well-maintained body still projected the youthfulness of an eighteen-year-old. Her exquisitely sculpted figure was draped in a massive cloak. Beneath the cloak lay a close-fitting "battle suit" and a long skirt, resembling lingerie, filled with dark allure and charm, yet concealing all vital areas.

Unbewitched by LeBlanc's charm, or perhaps under the influence of illusion magic, Darkwill saw LeBlanc's figure shrouded in darkness. Not only could he not see her figure, but even her voice was filled with cacophony. To this day, Darkwill had no idea whether LeBlanc was a man or a woman.

But Darkwill was not worried about Leblanc because he knew that the Black Rose was under his control and Leblanc would not dare to betray him.

Satisfied with Darkwill's confidence and assurance of victory, Leblanc took out two bottles and sent them to Darkwill through magic.

"I have reached a deal with the Ice Witch. This is the elixir of immortality made through ice magic. Just one drink will extend your life by thirty years."

Darkwill's face lit up with excitement after hearing Leblanc's words, but he didn't take the medicine immediately. Instead, he looked at Leblanc suspiciously and said, "How should I trust you then? Should I just drink it like that?!"

"You can find anyone to test it on."

LeBlanc said calmly, "After all, it wouldn't benefit me to poison you, would it? Most of my people were killed by yours over a decade ago, and you know the rest of them well. Poisoning you wouldn't benefit me in any way. Rather, only when Noxus is strong can my ideals be truly realized."

After hearing Leblanc's words, Darkwill nodded in agreement.

Then he picked up two small bottles and said, "I will verify this... As long as it's true, I can generously grant you both honor and power! As for the Shurima treasure you're looking for... I'm already preparing to have someone explore it, but it's on hold for the time being."

Darkwill's face showed a hint of annoyance.

"Those damn nobles and provincial governors are pressuring me to redeem the defeated army! Damn them! A bunch of insects! When it comes to encroaching on interests, each one is quicker and more ruthless than the other! Now that it's time to bleed, they think of me, the emperor!... The Freljord people won't speak! How can we speak first? Don't they know the appetite of those barbarians? That's all my money!!!"

"Ah, Your Majesty."

LeBlanc said calmly: "If you're having a headache, why not start with the Ice Witch? As far as I know, the three Supreme War Mothers of Freljord are also quite at odds with each other. It's only because of your greatness that they have to unite. If we try another method..."

Hearing this, Darkwill's eyes lit up: "They don't get along? Haha! I knew it, I knew it!"

171

Chapter 171: The wise and powerful Darkwill.

Darkwill was overjoyed after hearing the good news brought back by Leblanc.

"I knew it! Their so-called three supreme warmothers are bullshit! There's no way they'll stop fighting among themselves! We just need to form an alliance with the strongest among them!"

Wrong. All the children in Freljord know that the Supreme War Mother has a clear division of labor. Avarosa's reincarnation Ashe is responsible for decision-making, and the other two are dedicated to assisting her.

His old face was filled with excitement and confidence. Darakwill stood up and said with confidence:

"I was the emperor's youngest son. Step by step, I rose to the highest position. Those brothers and sisters who stood in my way were either killed or exiled by me. Only a few sensible ones have now become my most loyal royal generals."

Sitting on a chair nearby, watching her own phantom and Darkwill making fun of the fool, Leblanc nodded in agreement.

If you hadn't worked hard enough, it would have been difficult to remove those members of the royal family who had realized the threat posed by the Black Rose, and you wouldn't have been able to take over their political legacy like you are doing now, and take control of so many regional governors, territories, and nobles.

Clenching his fists, Darkwill said solemnly and seriously: "I will become the greatest emperor of Noxus and conquer all of Valoran, and even Shurima and Ionia."

LeBlanc applauded. "I definitely support that. After all, if you have a clear understanding of Noxus, I wouldn't be able to withstand the pressure from my country and take action against these two places full of evil spirits."

"The only things that can limit my great journey are life and death!"

And IQ.

LeBlanc chuckled softly, trying not to lose her composure. After all, such a confident fool was hard to find. He was perfectly poised between lucidity and idiocy, forming a state of pure idiocy. If he were a little more foolish, he'd probably realize something was amiss.

Under Darkwill's gaze, Leblanc's shadowed face trembled twice, but quickly regained its composure. Darkwill didn't care. Every time he preached his great ideals, no matter how ambitious, they would be shocked and moved by his noble will.

Thinking of this, Darkwill looked at Leblanc with a calm and tolerant expression and said:

"If this elixir of life is real, then my glory will be your glory! You will be second to none in Noxus! I can grant you everything you desire!"

"That's right, brother. I'm relieved to know you're still as holy as ever. Just wait and see. I'll have my men sing your praises and put the blame on Darius to prevent him from coming back and blaming me."

While silently applauding in her heart, LeBlanc also wondered if she'd teased the fool too much, causing her level to decline and integrate into the ranks. That was why she was so restricted when facing that man in the Freljord...

"but……"

Touching his chin, Darkwill's face showed a trace of thought and solemnity.

This also made LeBlanc serious - once Darkwill thought about it, even LeBlanc couldn't be sure what kind of strange ideas this genius would come up with.

"If this elixir of immortality only lasts for thirty years...it's far from enough. I must achieve immortality!"

Darkwill took a deep breath and said, "Send the Ice Witch to see me. Tell her that as long as she is willing to become my court pharmacist, no matter how high the position or salary is, she only needs a nod!"

"Hmm...what does she look like."

Darkwill stroked his chin and looked at Leblanc. "If she's too bad, as the emperor of the empire, I can't stoop to such humiliation and take her into my harem."

“…hiss, huh.”

She took a deep breath and then let out a faint sigh. It took Leblanc a long time to recover, and then she said seriously:

"The Ice Witch is as cold as ice. Staying around me might harm your dignity."

"Is that so?"

Shaking his head regretfully, Darkwill waved his hand and said, "That's fine. He waited thousands of years for a lord like me. It's unfortunate that he doesn't have such a blessing. But you have to appease her. Her elixir of immortality will be very useful to us."

“…Hu…As you wish.”

LeBlanc obeyed the order sincerely, but she didn't know how to tell Lissandra when the time came.

Looking at LeBlanc who was shocked by him, Darkwill didn't care too much even though he couldn't see LeBlanc's face.

Instead, he glanced at the news on the table, then said with dissatisfaction: "Although we have obtained the elixir of immortality, what should we do with these 80,000 elite troops? Damn it, don't those local nobles know how to consider the overall situation? As long as I'm alive, a mere 80,000 people can be worth a million soldiers!"

Are you this?

Giving a thumbs-up, LeBlanc said, "The Freljordians also suffered heavy casualties in this battle. As for the captured warriors... I think if we explain the pros and cons to the noble governors of each region, they'll agree to pay the ransom for the Empire."

"it is good."

Hearing this, Darkwill nodded in satisfaction.

He liked this point about the Pale Mage - she knew her place very clearly, and knew that her reputation, status, power, and even her life depended on her thoughts, so she was not as calculating as other nobles.

"In this vast empire, you are the most loyal! I will leave this matter to you."