Monster Hunter from League of Legends

Looking at the busy Ornn, the Grimoire shook twice, then flipped the pages towards Faun. Seeing this, Faun shrugged and said, "You're welcome, buddy~"

Upon hearing this, the Demonic Codex froze in mid-air. Then, another flurry of pages began to turn, and this time, Fahn simply continued to smile, saying nothing, and showing no sign of responding.

In response to this, the Demonic Scripture opened its cover and spread it to both sides, as if shrugging its shoulders.

Without even having to call in a cat translator, the Grimoire could guess that Faan's first sentence was a guess - well, at least it was a correct guess.

Perhaps because it was the first time to gift a book, the time spent on building Ornn was even longer than the time spent on building Faan, Braum, Alola, Yuumi and the cat combined.

After a while, Orn finally arrived and said, "Haha! It's done! Come and try it out, my book friend! This is my first time building something like this, and it's a great experience!"

As he spoke, Aoun took a book cover.

Seeing this, the Magic Book also came over curiously - not only was it the first time for Ornn to give a gift to a book, but it was also the first time for the Magic Book itself to receive a gift from someone else.

The cover was transparent, its material unclear, but it was embellished with numerous transparent patterns, similar to those on Ornn's horns and hammer. After being placed on the tome, the cover seemed to disappear, while the cover gained a number of solemn patterns and exquisite carvings.

"This is a ram bag...er, a ram book cover."

After slightly correcting his mistakes and some suggestive words, Ornn spoke enthusiastically:

"This will strengthen your energy connection with the spiritual realm, and the eight corners of the book have received my blessing and possess the power of the angry ram. With just the initiative, they can spit out molten fire and become extremely hard, just like my hammer."

Grimoire: "Huahuahua."

"Haha, you're welcome! This is a rare experience for me too."

After hearing the magic book's thanks, Ornn smiled and said, "Instead of thanking me, you should thank Faan. If it weren't for him, I would have almost forgotten about you, my book friend. As for the gift, you don't have to worry about it."

Patting his chest, Ornn said, "My words are as strong as my hammer. If I say that whoever sees it will get it, then whoever sees it will get it... Wait a minute! Faan, stop looking at the portal! The time for whoever sees it has passed!"

Hearing this, Fane could only close the magic book with regret on his face.

"That's a shame. I wanted to take this opportunity to prepare some gifts for my wives."

"Your wives?"

Hearing this, Ornn stroked his beard and asked, "Are you referring to the Three Ice Sisters?"

"And Allura."

Fain said, "This ice wand doesn't count, so I'm going to give her a new one."

"That's not necessary."

Alora, who was standing by, said sheepishly, "I'm already very happy to receive the wand."

"That won't work. We have to treat everyone equally."

Faun shrugged.

Ornn nodded thoughtfully. "Well... if it's the Ice Sisters, you're right. They've done so much for the Freljord, so I should give them something on behalf of the Freljord Spirit. But what should I give them? They already have their own weapons."

"As for gifts... Speaking of which, can you make amulets?"

"Stone Guard?"

After hearing what Fane said, Ornn looked at him curiously.

Seeing this, Fane took out some materials unique to Monster Hunter World from the warehouse.

It wasn't something like Martellar Stone - Martellar Stone and Scarlet Kite Stone were materials of this level that Ornn couldn't even catch his eye, so he simply took out the beads he had drawn during this period.

It's fine if you just say it as a joke, but if you really want to give a gift, you can't really give me beads, right?

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Chapter 187 Frostguard Fortress.

Seeing the materials that Fane brought out, Orne narrowed his eyes slightly, then picked up the beads and said thoughtfully:

"These beads... are very strange."

"Can it be done?"

Faan looked at Ornn.

I thought I'd get a positive answer, but unexpectedly, this time Ornn didn't answer Faan. Instead, after a brief silence, he said, "I need to study it for a while, because the energy here is somewhat similar to magic, but much purer. Perhaps it's a variant of magic? Only by understanding its properties can I truly forge it!"

As he said this, Ornn's voice unexpectedly showed a hint of fighting spirit.

After surviving for tens of thousands of years, Ornn has a thorough understanding of most of the materials that can be used for forging in Runeterra, and there are not many secrets left.

Now, these orbs from the Monster Hunter world were completely new even to Ornn. It was like a chess master meeting a worthy opponent, a general meeting a talented general. For a craftsman, encountering such a brand-new material was undoubtedly exhilarating.

"I think I'll need to study this for a long time... Come back to me once you've found a way to help Anivia or obtained Carolel's tears."

As he spoke, Orn picked up the bead and walked away. As he walked, he examined the bead's internal structure and energy composition from different angles, mumbling something to himself. Perhaps it was a specific term related to forging?

Seeing this, Faan shrugged with Braum and the others beside him, then said to the Grimoire: "Go to Frostguard Fortress."

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa."

The Grimoire shook up and down twice, and then found the portal to the Frostguard Fortress.

Before meeting Faan, the Grimoire had no portal to Frostguard Fortress—though there were numerous portals in northeastern Freljord. However, due to the Howling Abyss, the Void Watchers, the melting of the True Ice Seal, and the discovery of a teapot from Nora's collection beneath the Shurima Sand Sea after her disappearance, Faan was hesitant to venture into these dangerous areas.

God knows whether those portals are contaminated. Once they are transmitted through, they will be turned into fermented bean curd by guys like the Void, and then be viciously poured into puffs.

However, Fane later accompanied Lissandra to the Frostguard Treasury in Frostguard Fortress to review the records. However, it was clearly impossible to record and comprehend all the truth about the Freljord's thousands of years of history in such a short period of time.

In order to facilitate the back and forth search of information in the future, the Magic Codex also specially designed a new door at Fane's request, and the Knights of Drakron are on duty in shifts 24 hours a day to facilitate Fane's travel and accommodation.

As the rune stone placed on the platform burst into bright light, the original stone suddenly collapsed. In physical form, the stone was still intact. However, under the interference of spiritual energy, the stone gave people the feeling that it suddenly cracked, transforming into a portal filled with red and black light.

The group walked out and closed the portal. With the return of energy from the spiritual realm, the stone returned to its original state.

When they walked out and saw Faan coming, the ice priests who were diligently guarding the portal on both sides immediately stepped forward respectfully to sweep away the coal dust that Faan had accidentally gotten on his body in the forging hall, and handed Faan a snow-white wolfskin cloak to put on him.

"Warmaster, what can I do for you?"

"Bring me the map to Yeti Outpost."

"As ordered."

After hearing Faan's order, the Ice Priest nodded, and then the Drakron guard beside him also stood up and left to get relevant information about the Snowman Sentinel.

Perhaps because this scene was so surprising, Braum and the others couldn't help but hold their breath. But after seeing Faan's casual expression, Braum relaxed and even looked at the stone behind him with interest, saying, "We walked out of the stone? How amazing!"

"Yordle is a master at constructing portals~"

After hearing Braum's words and waiting for the Ice Priest to deliver the message from the Snowman Sentinel, Faan, who had nothing else to do, said, "Don't even mention stones. Sometimes, even random flowers, discarded helmets, or a few strange syllables can become the medium for a Yordle to create a portal."

"I see."

Hearing this, Braum stroked his beard seriously. "No wonder so many people say that Yordles are elusive. They can appear so casually, so they are really hard to find."

To this, Fan nodded in agreement.

The portals to Bandle City built by the Yodel people are densely packed in every corner of Runeterra. Basically, wherever there are people, there are Yodel people's portals.

However, only a very small number of mortals are lucky enough to see these portals, and even if they see them, it is useless because these portals will only open under specific circumstances or to those who can read and understand the Yodel language. This involves many special concepts that belong only to the spiritual realm.

For example, some portals require special gestures, while others are carved into the seashore or riverbed, opening briefly only at low tide, following the traces of the current, forming fixed patterns. Even more so, some are recorded in the sunlight, becoming engraved on different trees as the sun rises and sets, following the sunlight through different branches and leaves.

In short, Nora's disappearance was no accident. Even the Yodel themselves didn't know how many portals they had left behind throughout history. This was also why a significant number of Yodel were portal adventurers, specifically seeking out obscure and ancient portals to venture through.

But more often than not, I would think of where I wanted to go and then look for a portal to that area. If there wasn't one nearby, I would find one and then ask the yordles who designed portals to design one for me to travel back and forth easily.

While thinking, Fane walked out of the teleportation hall and came to the main city area of ​​​​Frostguard Fortress.

Along the way, the Drakron Knights and Frost Priests guarding either side saluted repeatedly, displaying immense respect for Faan. Faan, on the other hand, remained casual, as power held little allure for him. Of course, it's unlikely he felt no attraction at all. For Faan himself, it was still quite enjoyable to come here once in a while.

When you go out, what comes into view is a huge fortress built on the bottomless abyss, between endless ice walls, and made of many blue-black cold rocks pieced together, assembled and piled up.

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Chapter 188 Snowman Sentinel.

Standing on the bridge of the Howling Abyss, located between the staggered fortresses, Fane could clearly see the endless darkness in the abyss.

The biting cold wind blew, and a humming sound came from the abyss. It was dull but kept echoing in people's ears, making it difficult to tell whether it was the sound of the cold wind blowing the ice wall or the roar of a monster deep in the abyss.

Faintly, Fane could also hear the sound of the ice cracking slightly.

Looking to either side, the towering ice walls, frozen for who knows how long, occasionally dropped bits of snow and remnants of ice. According to Lissandra, in the past, there was only some remnant snow, but now there was more than just shattered ice.

"The seal is indeed still loosening."

While Faan was still pondering, the nearby Frost Priest arrived with the blueprints for the Yeti Outpost. Unexpectedly, Allura didn't follow, preferring to remain in the Frostguard Vault to search for historical data related to the Green Deer Ha'Astriel. Faan didn't say much about this, as Allura likely wouldn't be of much help with the next steps, so he simply set off with Braum.

After determining the direction, the group rode the frosthorns forward quickly.

Despite having a map, Faan and his companions still lost some time on the road. Even after arriving at Yeti Outpost, Faan and his companions still couldn't find Willump immediately. The main reason for this was the complex terrain of Yeti Outpost itself.

In this world of transcendental power, humanity's wisdom isn't unique. Leaving aside the vastaya, their ancestors, the Vastaya Sha'ri, are themselves the product of ancient Ionian ancestors who evolved, or mutated, after absorbing the energies of the spiritual realm. In the Freljord, the trolls and yetis are unrelated to humans; they are all intelligent races naturally nurtured by this land.

Under these circumstances, the Yeti had long mastered tool use and lived in tribal groups across the icy plains. However, during the Void War, the Yeti were annihilated, along with the vast majority of the Trolls, who were also conscripted by Lissandra. Those with some ability were simply "buried" in the ice mausoleum's icebox, awaiting thawing and participation in the future Void War.

Before their annihilation, the Yeti civilization had already flourished. Even in the resource-scarce eastern Freljord, they had established a well-organized urban cluster. The Yeti Sentinel, a fortress built by the Yeti to defend against Void invasions, was a mystery to ordinary people, even those who had entered.

Looking at the crisscrossing roads ahead, Fan felt quite helpless.

You can't copy homework here.

Nunu, now six years old, lost contact with his mother at the age of five due to a raiding raid. Later, in the foundling village of Frostguard Fortress, Nunu chose a flute as his weapon, rather than the daggers or short swords of other children his age. As a result, Nunu became isolated from others. As his time in solitude grew, Nunu began to soothe his loneliness by reminiscing about his mother's songs, singing stories of ancient heroes and legends. Unfortunately, this only intensified the other children's ridicule.

As Nunu grew older, he yearned to become a hero, to prove himself. By chance, he learned from Lissandra about a ferocious monster. This monster was so powerful that the Frostguard sent people to search for it every year, but none of them ever returned. Nunu knew everything about this monster, as her mother had once sung an ancient song about it... So, Nunu quietly left the Foundling Village, found Willump, and began his own adventure.

The plot of Nunu's Song is about Nunu and Willump finding the Azure Heart, helping Anivia reincarnate, and meeting other primordial demigods.

From the beginning to the end, Anivia only appears briefly in the early stages of the story as a True Ice statue, half-corrupted by the Void. Her true form still hasn't escaped reincarnation—and it's best not to, at least not yet.

Because whether in the legends of the Freljord or the historical texts of the Frostguard Vault, although Anivia is proven to be resurrected and represents hope, each time Anivia resurrects, it means that the iceborne will face a terrible disaster. With the seal of the Void already loosened, if Anivia resurrects prematurely, it can only mean that the Void has broken free beforehand.

Then there's Nunu and Prangwe...

Regarding Anivia's resurrection, Farn based his speculations on "A Song of Nunu," the League of Legends universe lore, League of Legends card lore, short stories from the Freljord region, and the historical texts of the Frostguard Vault. These speculations were based not only on Farn's own ideas, but also on the ideas of Ashe, Lissandra, and others, who combined Farn's intelligence to deduce the future.

But among all this, there is one thing that has not been mentioned much from beginning to end.

Yeti Sentinel—Even "Nunu's Song," which details the adventures of Nunu and Prangwe, begins after the two have become good friends. The story of how they met is still only revealed in a few sentences in the background story.

"Hmm...how about we split up and look for them?"

Looking at the many forks in the road ahead, Bron suggested that otherwise it would take a long time to search and there was no guarantee of finding it.

Faan glanced at the structure of these passages, then shook his head and said, "The structure here is very complex, and the Yeti tribe's ice magic disrupts human perception. If you really enter here, any magical perception will be useless, and sound will be blocked by the path and cannot be transmitted."

After a pause, Faan sighed, "No wonder Lissandra can't catch this guy... As long as he stays in there, no matter how many Drakron Knights come, it's useless."

Lissandra had sealed the soul of the Drakron Knight within the black ice. Once inside, the Drakron Knight's body lost its connection to his soul. Even if one entered with their soul in the black ice, the winding passages would soon disorient them. They would either be consumed to death or be defeated one by one.

Thinking in his heart, Faan did not rush in immediately, but opened his mouth and shouted frankly: "Come out! Lissandra will not fight you!!"

Seeing Faan's behavior, Braum's face also showed a hint of curiosity - isn't this guy difficult to catch? Then why did he introduce himself before entering? He was afraid that the other party would not know that they were here. And...

"If he's really scared of Lissandra, he won't just run away if we shout..."

Before Braum could finish his words, a low growl was heard from the passage.

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Chapter 189 Snowman? Snow Monster?

After hearing the voice, although Fane could not understand what Willump was saying, he could still feel Willump's emotions through the pheromones that came with the sound waves.

"Is he afraid? He's also confused and uneasy. Well, it seems he hasn't communicated with anyone in a long time. Even if he encounters an enemy, as long as he is willing to speak to him, he will suppress his hostility and fear and respond."

Rubbing his brow, Faan secretly complained about his wife, Lissandra, regarding power. Sejuani was undoubtedly the wife, after all, she was Faan's first blood ally. But when it came to power, Ashe was undoubtedly the wife. This was because Lissandra, the only person worthy of competing with Ashe, fully supported her.

Lissandra is undoubtedly the number one in terms of hard power and wealth - let alone the Avarosa and Winter's Claw tribes, even if all the human tribes in the Freljord are counted, their wealth may not be as rich as Lissandra's.

Do you understand what the Freljord has been doing for thousands of years?

Of course, Lissandra also has something to say.

She was really scared. Both of her sisters had their magic drained away by the void invasion. She didn't dare touch a single cent of the money in the warehouse as they were all saved for the final void war.

After feeling it for a moment, Faan also said loudly: "Don't be afraid, we are here to take you away, not to kill you, but for the peace of Freljord now-"

"Roar!!"