Monster Hunter from League of Legends

“I just did some minor work.”

Faan said as he pulled up his trousers.

"A minor task? Hmm... humility is a good thing, but we can't deny achievements just for the sake of humility."

As Ornn walked, he said, "I just asked, and the Freljord Spirit told me everything that happened in this land... Although some people always say that I have no interest in the Freljord, I actually know this land better than anyone else. Well, the Freljord Spirit loves you, no matter what you have done or the pure wildness deep in your soul."

Having said this, Ornn suddenly fell silent, somewhat sadly. He then sighed deeply, picked up a hollowed-out cylindrical stone cup, about a meter tall, and took a cup of lava from the nearby fire pit. He drank it all in one gulp.

"This should have been Volibear's... oh, that fool, that misguided fool."

The angry ram wasn't angry. Quite the opposite, in fact. From what Fane saw, Ornn looked more like a helpless patriarch.

Shaking his head, Ornn suppressed his inner thoughts and took out two small cups that were much smaller than Ornn's, held them between his fingers and placed them in front of Faan and Allura.

"Tell me why you came to me... The spirit of the Freljord loves you, and I can do my best to help."

177

Chapter 177: The North Wind Flail is in processing.

Seeing Ornn's easy-going demeanor, Fane felt somewhat emotional.

It has to be Ornn, the one in Freljord who is easy to talk to.

Thinking of this, Fane did not continue to hide it, but turned around and took out bottles and jars of various sizes from the backpack behind him.

Fane's system warehouse could only store items produced by the system. Therefore, anything that required Orn's help was brought by Fane himself. Of course, it wasn't a lot. The food and tents that took up the most space could be stuffed into the system warehouse, leaving only a few essential items to carry.

For example, Sejuani's Flail of the North Wind.

besides……

Gone.

At least Faan is gone here.

Seeing the North Wind Fail that Faan had placed on the ground, Ornn's eyes flashed with surprise. He then picked up the flail between his fingers and swung it left and right twice. The flail, which could have directly produced a bone-chilling blast of ice, instead blew a breeze in Ornn's forge hall that was not even icy.

"It's a good weapon, but the technique is too clumsy."

Ornn said in a dull voice, "Is it Serilda? The conqueror of the ice tundra thousands of years ago? I remember her. She was very brave, and a wild person completely different from Volibear."

With this, Ornn grasped the flail in his hand and inhaled, exhaling a ball of fire. The blazing flames seemed intense, but nearby, Faan and Allura felt no heat spreading.

In the burning flames, Ornn's dark red fist, which was originally like an extinguished charcoal fire, was ignited by the high temperature and became like a huge, red-hot iron block.

After a moment, Ornn released his grip, and the Boreal Flail dissolved into a pool of molten iron. Within the molten iron lay the fragments of the Spear of Serilda, previously enchanted by Lissandra.

Pour the molten iron of the North Wind's Flail and the broken pieces of the Serilda Spear into a cup with roiling lava on the side, and Ornn also used the red-hot iron hand to simmer it over low heat to continue heating.

Seeing that the North Wind Flail turned into a handful of molten iron so easily, Allura's face showed deep surprise.

True Ice was widely believed by the Freljordians to be unmelting. But now, with a single breath, it transformed into flowing water. Seeing this for the first time, Allura seemed a little surprised. In contrast, Faan, having known about it for a long time, showed no emotion on his face. He simply asked:

“How long will this take?”

"soon."

"Just reshaping it," Ornn said. "No big deal. Yeah, not big deal for me. Just a few more hits."

Aoun stood up and said, "You guys sit down for a while and drink some water. I'll be back soon."

As he spoke, Ornn arrived at the center of the forge hall. He poured molten iron onto the iron felt and used some True Ice to solidify it. However, this time, unlike before, the molten iron was pure molten iron, without the fragments of Serilda's spear.

A burst of flame was spit out, but this time it only heated the molten iron red, but did not melt it.

Although Zhenbing sounds like a kind of ice, it is actually a polymer of magic. Even if it really melts, it does not melt into water as usual, but the magic transforms into another form.

The hammer lifted and brought down, a clanging sound filling the sea of ​​molten lava. Even from a distance, Fane could still feel the solidified molten iron becoming increasingly dense as Orn forged it. The imperceptible impurities within were gradually expelled, and even the quality of the iron itself was sublimated with each blow.

When the iron block was almost processed, Ornn threw Serilda's spear on it, and then his eyes flashed with some seriousness, and he gathered all his strength and spit out a breath of fire.

Unlike the previous flames, this time the flames held an indescribable spirituality. Although they looked no different from ordinary flames, Fane was certain that this was the primordial fire that Orn had obtained after his battle with the earth.

Under the scorching heat of the primordial fire, the fragments of the Serilda spear, which had remained unchanged even after being immersed in molten iron, began to dissolve. No, not just dissolve, but quickly vaporized and disappeared.

But Ornn showed no sign of anxiety. Instead, he raised his hammer and struck the air once more. Soon, the spiritual energy that had begun to dissipate as the weapon dissolved began to fuse with the iron under the hammer's blows, revealing delicate lines and veins.

It is no longer the enchantment as before, but they have truly become one.

The processing is completed, and all that remains is shaping.

It took about ten minutes in total, and Ornn nodded in satisfaction. He then stretched out his hand, as if calculating something.

Did he seem to have the answer? Ornn nodded thoughtfully, then took a deep breath and solemnly opened a spatial portal. He poked his head out to peer around slyly, and when he saw no one was watching, he quickly tossed the shaped flail directly onto a pile of ice.

Is that... True Ice? No, it's a True Ice vein?!

Despite the distance, Farn could still clearly see that on the other side of the portal lay a valley composed entirely of True Ice. Vast swathes of True Ice lay scattered about, as freely as ordinary ice. As Ornn threw his flail, the chunks of True Ice crackled and melted at a visible rate.

During this process, Ornn was unexpectedly nervous, constantly observing his surroundings. It was at this moment, perhaps because the sound of the flail melting the True Ice was too loud, that a huge figure emerged from the distance.

It was an elk tens of meters tall, made entirely of pure ice. There was no flesh or blood on its body, and even its two eyes were round ice balls. Its huge body gave people the feeling of a walking iceberg.

Seeing Ornn, the elk let out a low roar, then rushed towards Ornn's gate.

Seeing this, Ornn also became nervous and stared at the flail. As the countdown in his mind ended and the flail was forged, Ornn quickly grabbed the flail and returned to the forging hall and closed the portal to the space.

But even so, as the elk galloped wildly, large amounts of frost and snow still entered the forging hall, but they were vaporized the next moment, leaving not much trace.

Wiping the non-existent sweat from his head, Ornn shook his head helplessly, then walked towards Faan with the flail in hand.

"Isn't it just using some of Anivia's feathers? Seriously..."

178

Chapter 178: Ornn’s Generation Gap.

Having completed forging and quenching, the completed Flail of the North Wind fell perfectly into Ornn's hands - of course, for an ordinary person, it was indeed a bit too big.

Blowing away the remaining ice and snow on the North Wind's flail, Ornn came to Faan's side and placed the flail on the table. As he placed it, the originally enormous North Wind's flail quickly shrank, soon becoming a size that could be used by an ordinary person.

"Okay, there's no problem using it this way."

Having said that, Ornn returned to his seat in a depressed mood and leaned back on the chair to rest.

Ornn was enormous. He leaned against his seat, but to Fain and Allura, it looked more like he was leaning against the mountain wall. It couldn't be helped; Ornn was huge, after all, and the forge was his home. From the furniture to the pots and pans, Fain felt like he'd arrived in a kingdom of giants.

But it won't be too uncomfortable, because Ornn has a lot of tools here, including tables and chairs the size of mortals.

Leaning back in his chair, Ornn sighed helplessly:

"Kalurel, I'm not an outsider. What's wrong with using a few of Anivia's feathers? Ordinary True Ice doesn't have the vitality of Anivia's feathers. For powers like this one related to the spiritual realm, Anivia's feathers are the best raw material."

In response, Fane just smiled with a forced smile.

As we all know, Anivia has been trapped in a cycle of life and death since the Void War, leaving behind two vast True Ice mines in the Freljord. One of these mines, seized by Lissandra, has been thoroughly contaminated over the millennia, transforming into black ice tainted by Void energy. The remaining mines are guarded by Çalureel. According to Ornn, the True Ice mines guarded by Çalureel contain not only True Ice but also Anivia's feathers.

In other words, Ornn was tempered with Anivia's ashes. Or, in front of Anivia's posthumous son (not) Carlos, he was tempered with his horse's ashes...

It's a bit inhuman.

Looking at Faan's slightly complicated expression, Orn, although he rarely communicated with others, was not incapable of communication. Furthermore, this was Orn's spiritual realm, and Faan had no intention of hiding his thoughts. Orn shook his head and said,

"I can sense some unpleasant thoughts in your expression. It's frustrating, but gods don't die so easily. Just like Volibear, although the poison of faith severely damaged him, it could never kill him. The same is true of Anivia. She's simply stuck in the cycle of life and death, simply asleep."

Hearing this, Faan smacked his lips and said, "Then maybe we can try to explain it to Kailuerle?"

"I tried, but Kalurel didn't appreciate it."

Ornn shook his head, tilted his head back, and drank a mouthful of lava, looking somewhat helpless. It felt like an elder who wanted to reprimand a disobedient relative's child but didn't know how to begin.

But Faan was not confused by Ornn's helplessness, because after a brief exchange with Ornn, Faan now more or less realized that Ornn was indeed an honest otaku, who only followed the swordsmithing conference, donkey hoof repairing, carpet washing, and Audbiao on Douyin... but he seemed to be somewhat similar and different from ordinary people, that is, some of Ornn's ideas were different from ordinary people.

It's not that they are completely different, but as a demigod, Ornn's understanding of death is completely different from that of mortals and ordinary spiritual creatures.

In keeping with the truth, Faan didn't jump to conclusions. Instead, he looked at Orn and asked tentatively, "So what did Kelurel say?"

Hearing this, Ornn stroked his beard, nodded, and then opened the door again, saying to Kalurel in a serious voice:

"Don't worry, Carol."

"...?"

Originally thought that Ornn wanted to score twice and was gathering strength to prepare for a sprint, but when he heard Ornn's words, Kalureel's head made of true ice tilted and revealed a hint of human doubt.

Seeing Kailuel's doubts, Ornn said: "Your mother is dead, but she will be alive in a while..."

"hold head high!!!"

Kalurel roared and charged forward with all his might. Fortunately, Ornn was prepared and closed the door immediately upon seeing Kalurel's sudden attack.

"I'm alive..."

After closing the door, Orn spoke the rest of his words. A look of disappointment etched across his bearded face. He sighed, shrugged his shoulders at Fain, and said in a low, calm voice:

"See, that's it. I was giving you advice with good intentions, but Kalurel didn't even bother to listen to me."

Fahn: "..."

Alora: "..."

The couple looked at each other, and then Fane couldn't help but rub his brows. Reason told Fane that what Orn said was indeed correct. But emotion told Fane that if he were Kalurel, he would be even angrier than Kalurel.

Damn, didn't I know my mom was alive? Do you really need to remind me?

"Then you didn't try to praise it?"

Faan asked tentatively: "To ease the relationship or something?"

"I tried, but Kalurel didn't appreciate it."

Ornn shook his head, looking a little tired, like an elderly elder with a generation gap with the child.

But Faan was not fooled by Ornn's actions. Instead, he touched his chin and asked after hesitating for a moment: "What did you say?"

"Ah."

Perhaps because he hadn't communicated with anyone for a long time, Ornn seemed a little more talkative... Well, not really talkative, he was just expressing some of his doubts about human relationships as a blacksmith otaku.

"I told him that although Anivia's craftsmanship was poor and she made you look very ugly, I could help him..."

Before Ornn could finish his words, Fane couldn't help but lower his head, rub his brows and tell himself to stay calm.

Looking at Faan's expression, Ornn helplessly spread his hands and said, "Tell him I can make him look better... at least he can be seen as a deer or something."

In response, Fane did not say anything, but just sat in his seat, rubbing his eyebrows, and then drank the water in the cup one sip after another.

Finally, Fahn also asked: "Why can't I finish the water in this cup?"

"This cup is connected to the Freljord's Winter Lake. Unless you can drink the Winter Lake clean, you will never be able to drink it all... You haven't answered my question yet."

"If I knew how to answer that I wouldn't have changed the subject."

179

Chapter 179 Family Hero.

Looking at Kalureel's abstract uncle, Faan suddenly realized that the reason for the split between Volibear and Ornn might not be solely Volibear's fault...

Well, regardless of how abstract Ornn's expression was, Volibear, the first to strike, was undoubtedly the culprit responsible for the destruction of Hearthland. But Fane could more or less sense that Volibear himself was a demigod who was easily swayed by his emotions.

This doesn't mean Volibear is stupid, but rather that the wildness of nature defies rationality. Even seeing a flowing river blocked by a dam would be deeply distressing for Volibear, let alone facing a backstab from Ornn.

Although it is unclear what exactly happened during this process, and how the ram and the bear communicated, judging from Volibear's performance in "Nunu's Song", although he is wild, he is not stupid and trusts his sister very much.

Although Anivia is still reincarnating, and although Fane has not seen Anivia yet...why does it feel like among the three most powerful demigods in Freljord, only Anivia is normal?

Thinking of this, Fane also picked up the North Wind Flail beside him.

After being forged by Ornn, the Flail of the North Wind now has a completely different texture than before.

From the outside, it still consisted of a handle, an iron chain, and a massive piece of pure ice. Compared to the original, this newly-made North Wind Flail looked particularly crude, not at all like a divine weapon. It looked like a wooden stick with a block of ice tied to the end with a rope.

But just by holding it, Fane could feel an inexplicable power, through the flail of the North Wind, directly blessing him. This kind of power is invisible and intangible to most people, and only a very few who can see into the spiritual realm can try to observe it.

Coincidentally, the three people in the forging hall can observe the spiritual realm.

Like now, Fahn could clearly feel a surge of energy originating from the spiritual realm flowing into his body, clinging to his body surface, forming a pale, slightly icy blue airflow.

"You can actually use the power of Serilda?"