Monster Hunter from League of Legends

Seeing Allura's excitement, Faan also walked over. But after seeing that there was only one Frosthorn, Faan blinked, then looked at Allura and said:

"Looks like we can only ride one?"

It looked like a question, but in fact, Faan's voice did not contain any questioning meaning. Instead, he looked at Allura quietly, as if waiting for Allura's response.

Facing Fain's undisguised gaze, Allura's two big ears twitched, and then her face turned red as if she had thought of something, and she moved forward.

"Ah."

Riding on the frosthorn, Faan held Allura in his arms and walked towards Ashe's corner house - as the warmaster of the tribe, Faan's departure would often affect all aspects of the tribe, so he had to notify them in advance.

Seeing Faan and Allura, Ashe nodded. As for Faan, Ashe had nothing much to say, because on this icy plain, Faan was even more popular than the Ice Sisters—the Ice Sisters couldn't even command the Ancient Road Tribe or the Wild Demigods, but Faan had already reached the point where he could even share a pot of dumplings with Volibear.

Before leaving, Ashe also warned Faan: "Alora is a girl who is not good at expressing herself. During this period when Lissandra and I were playing games with you, Alora was always researching things about Ornn, so you have to make it up to Alora for us."

"Ash!"

Allura couldn't help but softly called out Ashe's name, her voice a little embarrassed but without too much complaint.

If it were anyone else, Ashe would never say such shameful words so directly.

But Allura was different. Ashe had been with Faan and Allura for more than once. Seeing Allura's blushing face, Ashe didn't panic. Instead, she smiled and leaned forward to touch Allura's ear. This made Allura's eyes filled with resentment, but not dissatisfaction. She even had a subtle joy.

Just like Lissandra, Ashe is always quick to sense the needs of others. And what about Allura? Born with a spiritual gift, Allura longs to express herself and be understood, but struggles with how to do so due to a childhood spent without understanding. For Allura, having a close friend like Ashe, who can help her express things she's too shy to express, is a joy.

After hearing what Ashe said, Faan nodded and said, "Then let's go."

Nodding, Ashe sighed helplessly and said, "Alas, the government affairs that have accumulated over the past few days... Ugh, I really need to be more restrained in the future."

Listening to Ashe's mumbling, Faan chuckled a few times, but he didn't take it too seriously. Just like Ashe herself, although she complained, her Crazy Dragon Factor was replenished and her energy was abundant.

Seeing Faan's expression of "knowing he's wrong but won't change", Ashe snorted helplessly and said, "Be careful on the road. If you encounter any accidents, remember to contact Lissandra."

"Ah."

Nodding, Fane then released pheromones to urge the frosthorn to run towards the wilderness.

For Faan, the only trouble with traveling to a place is the time he gets there. After he gets there, he can use the Door Grimoire to record the coordinates and create a door.

Although the magic code recorded many ways to different regions, and even directly to the Hearthland, but to be honest, Fane did not intend to take risks unless necessary.

The owner of the Door Codex is Nora, a magical Yodel witch who knows a lot of strange knowledge and, like other Yodels, has an extremely strong curiosity.

But Nora wasn't the creator of the Tome of the Door. When Nora obtained it, it already contained records of these nearly infinite worlds. As a Yordle, Nora was simply exploring these worlds out of her boundless curiosity.

The final result was that he was abducted and trapped by a suspected void existence.

The true owner, or creator, of the Grimoire remains unknown. After thousands of years, only those Nora herself has explored can determine which of the doors recorded in the Grimoire are safe and which are dangerous.

There are also several portals in the Freljord, but Nora disappeared before she could explore them. Judging from the coordinates recorded in the Tome of the Portals, these portals are all located in the northeastern part of the Freljord, near the Howling Abyss.

Although there are a few scattered in the north, they are too far away from Luxiang and not worth exploring.

So, Fane simply rode the Frosthorn directly to Hearthland - and then set up a door so that he could come and go freely in the future.

As he was thinking, Fane felt something and looked forward.

Lying on the back of the frosthorn, they left the tribe and came to the uninhabited wilderness. After looking around, Allura took a deep breath, then lay on the frosthorn and moved back.

The soft buttocks moved back, and feeling the impact, Faan also moved back to make room for Allura to lie down better.

After noticing Faan's avoidance, Allura paused for a moment, twitched her big ears twice, and then continued to move her butt backwards.

This time, Faan did not continue to dodge, but moved forward towards Allura after noticing it.

"Um……"

Allura let out a soft cry, then looked back at Faan with some resentment, as if to express her longing for Faan.

Seeing this, Fane also grinned, then removed the barrier between the two of them and took out a blanket to cover the place where the two were connected.

Feeling the satisfaction from inside out, Allura lazily lay on the frosthorn, without any strength or intention to resist.

Frosthorn: "The mountain road is particularly bumpy today."

There were little DO?????? on the road, and at night we set up a tent with big DO special DIO?????????.

The day after the next day.

Looking at the ruins in front of him, Fane glanced at the map, then nodded and said, "This should be the ruins of Luxiang."

After hearing Faan's words, Allura gently rubbed her belly, took a deep breath, and then used magic to seal it to prevent overflow. Then she got off the frosthorn and adjusted her clothes.

"Do I look okay?"

Hearing this, Faan pinched Alora's face and said, "It's just blushing."

"Hmph~"

Allura twitched her ears in enjoyment, but then she became serious and looked at the ruins in front of her and said, "It's time to get down to business!"

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Chapter 175 Ornn.

Hearthland, a land known only to artisans, blacksmiths, and brewers, is said to be home to some of the most skilled craftsmen in the Freljord, perhaps even the world. They spend their days immersed in study and research, a sacred place for all artisans. But with the wrath of two gods, all was shattered.

And now, coming here, although thousands of years have passed, Fane can still feel the grandeur of thousands of years ago through the ruins remaining on this land.

Thinking of this, Fan did not hesitate, but immediately activated the Crazy Dragon Factor.

As his body's senses became more alive, the world before Fahn became more vibrant and colorful. Amidst this splendor, an invisible portal emerged before Fahn's eyes.

On the other side of the doorway lay an endless sea of ​​fire, surging lava flowing freely. In the center of this vast sea of ​​lava stood a high platform. Though it was a great distance away, Fane could still clearly hear the sound of iron hammering emanating from it.

Aoun.

Seeing that figure, Fane also passed through the gate of the spiritual realm and entered Ornn's forging hall.

Ornn's Forge Halls are an interesting structure within the spirit realm, and unlike Avarosa's throne room, the actual portal to the Forge Halls doesn't exist in the physical realm, and what Faun sees is merely a projection. But if you can find it, you gain entry.

Whether or not one could discover it depended on a single thought. Sometimes, this portal would appear in an illusion, and if one could grasp this fleeting illusion, even an ordinary person could enter. However, Faan had employed a trick, using his Mad Dragon Factor to continuously amplify his perception, making the illusion last longer and, combined with his invigorated spirit, force his way through.

Alola's way of entering is even simpler.

Allura's own spiritual talent - not taking into account the one in Ionia, at least in the land of Freljord, is far superior to Lee Sin who is possessed by the power of the dragon.

Just like now, after seeing Faan disappear, Allura immediately activated her spiritual perception, and then followed Faan into Ornn's forging hall.

The Forge Hall was called a forge hall, but in reality it was an island in the middle of a sea of ​​molten lava. The entire spiritual realm was enveloped by pitch-black rock walls, and a surging face plummeted from the sky, merging into the pool of fire, flowing to an unknown destination.

At the very center of the island, a massive rock pillar extended from the upper cliffs. Beneath the rock pillar, scorched red by the intense heat, lay the massive figure of Aoun.

In League of Legends, one of the few landmarks in Freljord is Ornn's Forge.

Well, so-called landmarks are the field spells in League of Legends. Once they appear, they either persist or rewind. The persistent effect is easy to understand, while the rewind lasts for a certain number of turns. Other landmarks include the Howling Abyss, Thunder Emblem, and Frozen Tombs. These are the most important and famous locations in each region. For example, the Trifari Training Pit in Noxus and the Forbidden Pillar in Demacia.

Standing tall within, Ornn stood tall, yet not imposing. Instead, his square frame gave him an air of simple simplicity and honesty. He swung his short-handled hammer relentlessly, rapidly removing impurities from the crude iron ore under the constant hammering, improving its inferior quality at a visible rate. After simply forging it into the shape of a sword, Ornn applied a block of True Ice to the blade to cool it. But a moment later, as he looked at the cracked blade, a touch of human sadness quickly crossed Ornn's rugged face.

Sighing, Ornn set the True Ice aside, then breathed out a breath of fire to heat the steel red again, and then began forging again.

It was at this moment that Ornn suddenly felt something and looked behind him. After seeing Faan and Allura, he frowned slightly, then put his weapon on the fire and walked towards the two of them.

Similar to Volibear, Ornn's normal height is only about four or five meters. However, unlike Volibear, Ornn's body is a dark red like a burning coal.

As Ornn walked out of the center of the forge hall, Faan and the others could clearly feel a wave of heat hitting them as soon as they approached. Faan was fine, but Alola, caught off guard, even had a few of her rabbit ears singed.

Noticing this, Faan also protected Allura behind him, and Ornn sighed slightly impatiently when he saw this, and then took out a piece of True Ice from somewhere and put it aside to cool it down.

"A Pawnee rabbit from who knows where, and another from who knows where... Hmm? Iceborn? But you do have the aura of the three sisters."

As he was speaking, he sensed the presence of Faan, and a hint of doubt flashed in his furnace-like eyes:

"And the smell of burning fur... Is it Volibear? This familiar scent of blood, his poison has deepened, alas..."

With a deep sigh, Ornn shook his head helplessly and said, "Are you trying to avoid Volibear? If so, then stay. He won't be able to find us. But you can't stay too long. This isn't a shelter."

As he spoke, Ornn had no intention of continuing the conversation. Instead, he stood up and prepared to go back to forging.

Ornn's reaction also confirmed one thing to Fann - that is, although Volibear hated Ornn and Ornn hated Volibear, if Volibear was really in danger, Ornn, who had a soft heart but a sharp tongue, would still go to help.

Even now, after detecting the aura of the three sisters and Volibear on Faan, Ornn subconsciously assumed that Faan and Allura had come to the forge hall out of desperation. For this reason, Ornn didn't even directly chase them away.

"Owen, we come to ask for your help."

"Give up, I won't help anyone."

Ornn shook his head and said, "I don't want to get too involved with humans, even if it was Volibear who attacked you."

"Oh, that's not the case. Volibear has reconciled with us."

Fain answered frankly.

After hearing Faan's words, Ornn fell into a brief silence. He then paused as he was heading towards the forging hall, turned around, and said suspiciously, "That guy... reconciliation?"

"Yes."

Faan nodded and said, "I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Faan, Warmaster of the United Horde and the Freljord Empire, and the only blood ally shared by the three Ice Sisters."

"Uh-huh?"

Ornn tilted his head, confusion on his huge sheep face.

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Chapter 176 A lot of people.

Looking at Faan in front of him, Orn's face was filled with confusion and bewilderment. He lowered his head and looked at Faan, his two eyes, like burning coals, filled with confusion.

He looked left and right at Fane, even sniffing a few times, and then he took a few steps back, his face full of disbelief.

"It is indeed the scent of the Three Sisters... and the Volibear. Hmm, the smell of burnt fur still has the lingering taste of the primordial fire."

Although he could sense Faan's presence, Ornn still scratched his head in confusion. "But what you said is true? The blood alliance of the three sisters? ... Uh, wait, what's your name?"

Upon hearing this, Faen also coughed lightly and then said:

"I am a Monster Hunter, Supreme Warmaster of the Freljord Empire, founder of the United Horde, blood ally of Sejuani, the reincarnation of Serilda, blood ally of Ashe, the reincarnation of Avarosa, blood ally of the three Ice Sisters themselves, blood ally of the Ice Witch Lissandra, and blood ally of Allura, the Freljord's most outstanding master of the spiritual realm. Father of vaccines for the Imperial Ultramarines Legion, wielder of the Tome of the Door, cat climbing frame for magical cats, defeater of the Noxian invasion, dragon that engulfed Border Town, the information wall against which Leblanc the Deceiver stands in silence, master of prophecy who humbly seeks advice from Volibear, with a transcendent jawline and a spirited purple mood..."

"Uh, wait."

Listening to Faan's long speech, and noticing that it seemed to be going on forever, Ornn coughed lightly and said, "My forge hall can't accommodate so many people."

Hearing Faan call her the Freljord's most distinguished spiritual master, Allura lowered her head and tugged at the brim of her wide hat, appearing a bit embarrassed. She said she was embarrassed, but the twitching of her tail revealed a greater sense of satisfaction from the recognition. However, for someone so absorbed in academic research and lacking social skills, even praise would have left her feeling overwhelmed.

"Cough cough."

Seeing Orne say this, Fane coughed lightly, straightened his clothes, and said, "My name is Fane."

"Faun?"

He nodded thoughtfully, then Ornn picked up his forging hammer and waved his hand to open a portal beside him.

Unlike the blazing fire of the forge hall, the other side of the portal was a blanket of Freljord frost. It was within this icy, icy blizzard that Ornn's head, like a dying ember, emerged. Glancing around to make sure no one was around, he reached out with his forge hammer and gently struck the ground a few times.

When the hammer fell for the first time, Ornn's face showed thought. When the hammer fell for the second time, Ornn's face showed surprise. When the hammer fell for the third time, there was a hint of surprise on Ornn's face. It was not until the fourth time that Ornn nodded and put his head back.

On the other side, seeing Ornn sending his upper body to the material realm, leaving only a big drum swaying and contracting, Fane moved his body with some disgust.

As he pulled his head back, a look of emotion crossed Ornn's face. "I thought I'd been away from the material realm for too long. Now it seems it's not that I've been away too long, but that you've been here too shortly."

Having said this, Ornn put his hammer aside, then stretched out his hand to signal Faan and Alora to follow him, and then walked towards the resting place.

"You've been in the Freljord less than two months, and yet this whole thing has happened. Well, even from a mortal's perspective, let alone from my perspective, this has all happened incredibly fast."

"This isn't my fault, it's everyone's fault for wanting a better Freljord."

Following behind Ornn, Faan still seemed quite capable of commanding attention. Cunning? Wisdom? This didn't suit him.

Freljord can become better not just because Fane is so great, so hardworking, etc. But because Lissandra wants Freljord to be better, Ashe wants Freljord to be better, Sejuani... Allura also wants Freljord to be better.

It's just that in many cases, people are unable to feel the better that others desire.

Lissandra's hope for a better future is to free the Freljord from the contamination of the Void, to free humanity from the madness of wild demigods. Ashe's hope for a better future is for humanity to unite, no longer fighting and murdering each other for scarce resources, but to work together to build this frozen land. Sejuani... Allura's hope for a better future is to restore balance to the spirit world, to free the spirits from their confinement and distortion, and to prevent the Freljord spirits from falling into extreme hunger and rage.

But according to the original storyline, Lissandra, overly focused on the Void, neglected the aspirations of mortals. Ashe united the peace-loving people but failed to heed the desires of the Freljord spirits themselves. Sejuani... Sejuani's sanctity remained intact. Allura, alone, searched for a way to free her spirit friends, oblivious to these potential allies.

Rather than saying that Faan changed Freljord, it would be better to say that Big O broke through the barriers of thinking, allowing Ashe and the others to realize that their wishes were not conflicting, but different aspects of the same ideal.

Fine? Just a walking thought machine.

Everyone who has used it says it is good.

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