Monster Hunter from League of Legends

"No, we're partners now."

Fain said frankly, "She and the Grimoire are looking for their master, and I happen to know something related, so we are working together to find them."

"I see."

Ornn stroked his beard thoughtfully.

Meanwhile, Braum walked through the portal, brushed off the water stains on his body, and looked around curiously, saying excitedly, "Ha! Where is this? It's so spectacular! And there's such a warm place in the Freljord? Could it be inside a volcano?"

"Haha, the volcano isn't as hot as here! I just didn't expect that Yanfaen would actually pull you right over here."

Standing up, Ornn walked over to Braum, who was looking curious. Seeing this, Braum said in surprise, "You...you are Ornn? The angry ram, the god of forging, Ornn?!"

"Yes, it's me."

Seeing that Braum recognized him, Ornn nodded with satisfaction.

He actually quite enjoys being praised—but unlike Volibear, Ornn's threshold for satisfaction is much higher. Ornn feels little appreciation for ordinary people's praise. Only praise from true heroes or skilled craftsmen can satisfy him.

Well, praise must be given to the point.

For example, now, after hearing Ornn admit his identity, Braum's eyes lit up, and then he said:

"So you are Ornn! Oh my god, I must thank you so much! This shield you forged is truly invaluable! It can withstand even an avalanche without a scratch! If it weren't for this shield, I would never have been able to help so many people!"

Stroking his beard with satisfaction, Ornn said, "Not bad, but it's not my best work... Well, Faan is right, you are indeed a selfless person."

"Well, I'll keep my promise. Tell me, Braum, what kind of armor do you want to wash that?"

"Armor? No, no, I don't want armor!"

Hearing this, Braum quickly shook his head, then met Ornn's puzzled gaze and said, "This shield is my best defense! Armor and the like are no longer necessary! This shield can block all attacks!"

Hearing this, Ornn became even more satisfied and couldn't help but hum softly.

"Hmm~ That's a good answer, but I already promised Faan to make you a suit of armor. Since you don't want it, I'll just get something else instead."

As he spoke, Ornn picked up his hammer and turned to walk towards the iron felt in the center of the forge hall. As he walked, he kept muttering words like "guard" and "protect." He had clearly begun to think about what gift he should give Braum.

Because he suddenly turned around and went back to work, even Braum himself was a little confused. Realizing that Ornn was going to give him something, Braum subconsciously wanted to stop Ornn and explain that he didn't come here for the gift.

But before Braum could say anything, Faan said, "Forget it. We've already started brainstorming. Even if you don't want it, Ornn will have to be forged first. If you really don't want it, it won't be too late to refuse it later."

"Is this really okay?"

Bron looked worried.

"It's OK."

Faan's face was filled with relief. "For Ornn, the forging process is more important than the final product."

"Alright then... But speaking of which, Warmaster, why did you ask me to come here?"

Braum's face showed a hint of curiosity and anticipation: "It can't be just to ask Ornn to help me forge some equipment, right?"

"Of course not, but there are some things that need your help."

Having said that, Fan also introduced the origin of the snowman tribe and the whereabouts of the last snowman tribe.

After hearing about the sacrifices made by the Yeti tribe for the survival of this ice field, Braum's face was filled with deep respect and sadness.

"Oh my god, it turns out the snowmen are so vicious because their magic power and souls have been drained away!"

Thinking about this, Braun took a deep breath and nodded firmly to Faan:

"If that's the case, then no matter what it is, leave it to Braum! Braum will definitely do his best!"

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Chapter 185: Ornn's artifact, whoever sees it will get a share.

After hearing what Braun said, Fane nodded and began to think about the next itinerary.

Ornn forged iron very quickly. After about ten minutes of clanging and clacking, he walked down from the forging table with a satisfied look on his face.

"You're lucky. This type of equipment often challenges the craftsman's skills and understanding of the materials. And I happen to possess the best skills and the most thorough understanding."

As he spoke, Ornn extended his hand to Braum: "Hold out your hand."

"Ok!"

Braum nodded. Although he believed that no reward should be given without merit, he had already used Ornn's Ram Shield and should not accept any more gifts from Ornn.

But as the God of Forge, even if Braum were to think about it, he couldn't imagine that there would be anyone on this ice field who could refuse a weapon forged by Ornn himself.

In Braum's hands fell a pair of ice-blue wristbands, painted with Ornn's ram portrait and ice-blue bird feathers.

"Breastguards of Courage."

As he spoke, Ornn patted the Ram Shield beside him.

It's called a shield, but it's actually a gate. Long ago, the ugliest and oldest troll in the world made a bet with Ornn. Although the old troll cheated and lost, Ornn still kept his promise and built him this gate to guard his treasure. But keeping a promise is keeping a promise. To punish the troll for cheating in the bet, Ornn built the gate so solid that once it was closed, not even the old troll himself could open it.

"This shield... no, it's this door."

Ornn said, "When I forged this door, I didn't intend it to be a shield. I simply wanted to use it to punish those who cheated and broke their promises. That's why this door can only be opened by selfless people. Now that you have been recognized by this door, I must make it a real shield."

"Combined with the Bracers of Courage, the potential of this door will be fully stimulated. Stop talking nonsense and try it yourself."

After hearing what Ornn said, Braum's face showed a hint of surprise.

While this might sound strange, Braum had, up until now, been using the Ram's Shield like an oversized door. If anything, he'd been using it to activate the True Ice within the door, causing it to shoot out a stream of ice.

And now, judging from what Ornn meant, he wanted to turn this gate into a real shield?

Thinking about this, Braum put on the wristband and felt warm on his body.

"It's like wearing an invisible armor?"

Touching his mustache with great interest, Braum picked up the shield, closed his eyes and felt it carefully. Then an indescribable complexity appeared on his face, as if he wanted to say something.

But it seemed that due to the limitations of the venue, Bron was unable to speak out.

Seeing this, Ornn beside him said, "Don't worry if you don't know how to shout it out, because you already have the answer in your heart. Well, this wristband also recognizes you. Keep it, and when you need it, shout out your inner answer."

After hearing Ornn's words, Braum, who had originally closed his eyes and wanted to shout "Ougu" but didn't dare to, finally relaxed. Then, a hint of helplessness appeared on his rough and sunny face. He said to Faan and Ornn:

"I'm sorry, my friends, I've let you down... but right now, I don't feel I have the right to say this!"

“Don’t worry, we are all growing.”

Faun shrugged.

Ornn nodded and said, "Humility is a good thing. Anivia will probably like you very much."

As he spoke, Orn looked at Fann beside him and said, "Yes, there's also yours. Whoever sees it gets a share. I also made a small gift for you."

"Give me?"

Faan raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Why give it to me?"

"I didn't plan to give it to you because I felt the time was not right."

Ornn said, "But you're willing to go to such great lengths to help Anivia for this icy plain when the problem can be solved with Carolel's tears... I'm his brother after all, so helping Anivia is my duty."

"I see."

After hearing that Ornn had specially made the equipment to help Anivia reincarnate, Faan reached out with peace of mind.

Falling into Fane's palm was a pendant that looked very simple, made of hemp rope, iron wire, and a piece of clear ice that looked to be of very good quality.

"Ice Pendant."

Ornn spoke the pendant's name. It was truly Ornn-forged weapon... Both the name and the appearance of the finished product emphasized simplicity and practicality.

Honestly, based on the appearance of this pendant, it wouldn't even sell for fifty yuan in the small market in Faen's previous life...

"Any abilities?"

Faun inquired.

"It can absorb ice energy to speed up the recovery of physical strength and magic power."

"You'll also get the added attention of the Freljord spirit, which, believe me, can be very useful in certain situations," Ornn said.

Upon hearing this, Faan nodded in understanding. His physical and magical powers were fine, Faan couldn't feel them much. But to receive extra attention from the Freljord spirit? That sounded quite interesting.

"Can I give it to someone else?"

Faan looked at Ornn.

Ornn remained calm and composed. "Of course, I'll give it to you. It's yours. You don't need to tell me what you want to do with it... well, at least don't waste it. Give it to someone who needs it."

"of course."

Fahn nodded: "I hate waste too."

"Haha, that's good... Yeah, by the way, there's you too. The Pawnee girl."

As he spoke, Ornn took out a small magic wand and handed it to Allura.

This wand looks about the same size as the one Alora uses, but it's ice blue all over - it's hard to imagine how a hammer and iron felt could forge a piece of ice in a hot area full of lava.

This ice wand was completely different from the gifts that Faan and Braum had received. It looked exceptionally exquisite, with delicate patterns and avian designs surrounding the ice-blue wand.

"Han'er Ice Wand."

Ornn said, "The wand core is the tail feather left behind by Anivia before her reincarnation. It can better mobilize ice magic and enhance its effectiveness when connected to the spiritual realm related to Anivia."

"Thank you!"

Allura seemed very happy because wands were very rare in Freljord, especially the one forged by Ornn himself, of which there was only one.

Seeing that her friends all received new gifts, Yuumi blinked, then looked at Ornn with a pitiful expression.

As for Ornn, he immediately crossed his arms and acted proudly, "I'm still angry."

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186

Chapter 186 The Gift of the Grimoire.

Looking at Ornn who seemed to still be angry, Yuumi cast a pair of bright eyes at him with grievance.

"Big goat... doesn't it say that whoever sees it gets one? I want one too..."

"Humph."

Ornn turned his face away.

"Then I'm sorry, okay?"

Yumi pouted her lips and her two big ears drooped down in grievance. Her pitiful look immediately made people feel that the cat was good and the sheep was bad.

Seeing Yuumi's aggrieved expression, Ornn, who wasn't particularly angry to begin with, laughed heartily. He wasn't actually angry to begin with; he just wanted to see how the cat would react. Seeing Yuumi's aggrieved expression satisfied his inner desire to tease a child, so he reached out a finger and touched Yuumi's skin, then took out a small bell and handed it to her.

"Blessing bell."

Ornn said, "It's also a power from Anivia. It doesn't make any sound on a normal day, but as long as you inject magic power into it, it can revitalize the life force within and heal those around you. However, it takes five days to recover after using it once, and you can only use it again after the magic power is replenished."

"Oh! Thank you! Big Goat!!"

Yuumi was so happy that she ran over excitedly, not taking the bell with her, but fiddling with the bell with her right hand, which looked very cute and made Ornn chuckle a few times. Then she handed the bell to Faun, who tied the bell directly around the cat's neck.

Ornn is too big, not because he can't do this kind of delicate work - the main reason is laziness.

Seeing Yuumi happily playing with the bell on her neck, Faan nodded and then looked at Ornn beside her.

Ornn stood still. Feeling Faun's gaze, the two looked at each other. After a moment's hesitation, Ornn said suspiciously, "Uh... why are you looking at me?"

"no yet?"

Faan seemed a little surprised, then pulled over the magic book that had just built a portal and said, "And him!"

"Him? Ah! If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten!"

Hearing this, Ornn slapped his forehead, rubbing his horn with a look of frustration and saying, "Having consciousness naturally means being alive. Besides, we're having such a pleasant conversation. Don't worry, I'll make you a tome right away. Don't be angry with me."

As he spoke, without even waiting for the tome to turn its pages, Ornn turned and left, muttering something to himself: "A gift for books? Hmm... corner bumps? Or bookmarks? Hmm~ Finally a bit of a challenge~"

Ornn's old habit had clearly resurfaced, and he began to ponder what gift to give. After all, a book was usually given as a gift to a friend. And now, he was giving a gift to a friend who owned a book... This was truly a rare first forging experience for Ornn. As a nerdy blacksmith, the sense of challenge was something he never tired of.