Monster Hunter from League of Legends

Before Faan could finish, another low growl was heard from the passage. Hearing this, Faan sighed and said, "Negotiations have broken down. Prepare for an offensive."

As he spoke, Faan released the Mad Dragon Factor, and dark dust drifted along the cracks in his armor. Honestly, if it were elsewhere, Faan wouldn't have dared to release such a large amount of Mad Dragon Factor for range sensing. Once the Mad Dragon Factor attached itself to an ordinary creature, if it got close, Faan wouldn't be able to detect it. Thanks to the ability to modify the entry, Faan could even recover it by manipulating its activity.

But if it's too far away, and if it's not shut down in time, the mad dragon factor will continue to activate the parasite's physiology. Those who can't resist will die, and those who can will reach their limit. And if only one in a hundred wild animals can make it.

But there was no need to worry too much here - under Lissandra's management, there were no living tribes near the Snowman Outpost, and there were not even many living creatures...

As the Mad Dragon Factor spread, Faan's eyes focused and he said, "Follow!"

As he spoke, the dragon power in Fane's body rose. A large amount of mucus from the ice bag of the mermaid was continuously secreted from the sweat glands, overflowing along the gaps in the armor and solidifying on the surface of the body instantly, forming an ice armor.

There are a lot of ice paths interconnected inside the Snowman Sentinel, and the wings of the Fire Dragon cannot be fully deployed here. Moreover, the scorching flames may cause the ice wall to melt and collapse, so Fane also turned to the Dragon Slayer transformation.

The flesh and blood of his lower limbs merged with the armor. Rough, blade-like scales grew along the veins of his muscles, tightly packed together, resembling a jagged mountain of knives or thick iron armor. Clinging to the ice, Faan lowered his center of gravity. Though his wings didn't unfold, his upper body also transformed into a dragon. The fire dragon's wings, folded behind his back, only slightly unfolded, like the tail feathers of a bow or arrow, or like the spoilers on an airplane or missile, reducing friction through aerodynamics.

Along the tailbone, a thick, hard blade tail grew backwards as a counterweight. Before Braum could see clearly, Faan's lower body suddenly exerted force, and he shot out of the air like an arrow from a bow.

"Wait for me! Boss!"

Seeing this, Yuumi let out a strange cry, clutching the grimoire and quickly flying towards Faun. This kind of spiritual attachment cannot be terminated by physical means unless Faun resists it through spiritual means - a bit like in the game, except that in the game, it can be interrupted as long as the cat has not yet flown to the body.

In reality, the cat can enter the spirit realm at any time, and under the influence of the magic code, it can replace its body with the reflection in the spirit realm. Therefore, most of them switch to the spirit realm the moment they begin to attach themselves, and the cat seen in the physical realm is just a reflection in the spirit realm. It cannot be selected and naturally cannot be interrupted - of course, if you attack directly through the spirit realm, you can also send the cat flying, just like Iron Man's ultimate in the game.

Seeing Faan running out with a whoosh and then disappearing around a corner of the passage the next moment, Braum suddenly reacted and shouted, "Wait, Braum!"

Then he rushed out with his shield.

It looked heavy, but Braum was very fast. Even the smooth ice didn't slow him down at all - for the Freljord people, walking on smooth ice was just like walking on land.

As an Iceborn, and a leader among them, Braum could cover several meters in one step, and soon he arrived at the corner where Faan disappeared.

Then Braum saw five different entrances appear in front of him.

Braum: "..."

Touching his shiny bald head, Braum also felt a strong sense of doubt.

Since he didn't want to bring me along, why did War Marshal Fane call me over?

Elsewhere, within the icy tunnel, Faan galloped the entire way, without even a hint of acceleration. Even when encountering a daunting ninety-degree turn or even a sharp angle, he flicked his tail, his wings vibrating as his ice armor made intimate contact with the ice wall. The smooth surface of the armor allowed Faan to negotiate the curve without losing too much speed or kinetic energy. Combined with the strengthening of his lower limbs from Dragon Slayer Transformation, Faan soon spotted a pale figure looming in the tunnel ahead.

Willump?

No, not Willump, but a snowman.

Unlike the Willump you encounter after encountering Nunu in the game, the snowman before you is more like an ancient snow monster, resembling a giant ape covered in grayish-white bristles. However, compared to ordinary giant apes, this one's body shape is more unusual. Its limbs are shriveled, while its limbs are enlarged. The fur on its abdomen and chest is smooth and soft. Sliding across the ice, it gives the impression of White Rabbitmon from Monster Hunter World.

After discovering the target, Fane didn't waste any time and shot out a grappling hook, then directly tied up the snowman's right leg!

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The old group was blocked once, Emmm, and there was another one in the evening.

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Chapter 190 The Guardian Heart.

Instead of sinking into the flesh, the hook only bound Willump's right leg. Although it dug deep into the flesh, it didn't actually hurt Willump at all.

As for Fane's rope-rigging skills, Ashe and others all gave him high praise.

Like now, after helping Willump's leg, Fine then changed from the short-track speed skating state of lowering the center of the body to reduce wind resistance to tug-of-war.

His legs tensed, forming a sixty-degree angle with the ground. He dug deep into the ice and sank into it. His wings spread wide, and along with the blades, they drove the bones at the ends into the ice, increasing friction. Combined with the added wind resistance from the wings, Willump, who had been gliding at high speed, visibly slowed down.

"hold head high!"

With a cry of grievance, as if expressing his inner dissatisfaction, Willump didn't wait for Fane to come to his senses. He turned around and smashed the ice wall on the side, falling towards the bottom of the snowman sentry.

It was an underground undercurrent in the Freljord. Falling into the water, Willump demonstrated remarkable swimming prowess. But from above, Faan could somewhat guess that Willump was using icy magic to speed underwater.

In mid-air, Faan simply spread his wings, retracted his hook, and gazed outward along the undercurrent—at the end of his sight was a vortex formed by the confluence of multiple undercurrents. Once inside, with Willump's True Ice magic, even Faan would have a hard time catching up.

Seeing this, Faan also took a deep breath and shouted: "Don't run! I'm not here to hurt you!"

As he said this, Faan's palm sank.

Without any pause, Fane threw the small bomb barrel covered with dragon-crushing slime towards the ice wall above.

Although it was a small bomb barrel, it was contaminated with a large amount of dragon-breaking slime. As the gunpowder exploded, the ice wall trembled, and a large amount of broken ice fell from the sky, blocking the entire river channel.

At first, Willump was able to dodge back and forth amidst the shattering ice. But gradually, Willump's speed slowed down. However, this slowdown was not forced by Faan, but rather by Willump himself.

Then, as if remembering something, Willump suddenly turned around and ran towards the shore.

Did he understand what he said? Faan didn't think so. Because Faan could sense that Willump was still in panic, fear, and anger through the pheromones he left in the air.

And now... there seems to be more sadness?

In the moment of hesitation, Willump had already climbed out of the water. His wet fur, surging with magic, instantly transformed into icy shards. He ran vigorously, and soon he fell to the ground, his body returning to its pure white color.

Following the direction Willump was running, after seeing why Willump stopped, Fane couldn't help but rub his brows, then slowly landed on the ground and ended his dragon transformation.

There were numerous entrances and exits to the surrounding area. In the center, it was obvious that this was Willump's own lair. Inside, Faan saw the "big bed" where Willump rested.

Willump had meticulously tended the large bed, covering it with freshly gathered pine branches and abundant bird and wolf fur. Several large blocks of True Ice were placed around it, emitting a soft glow. In the center, where Willump slept, a small, sunken pit was clearly visible. On either side of this pit lay the decrepit remains of two towering Yeti corpses, covered in fur and pine branches.

Obviously, these are Willump's parents.

Behind the large bed, there were many bodies covered in ice and snow. Some of these bodies belonged to the Snowmen, while others were knights of Drakron. He had not devoured them all just because the Drakron knights came to hunt him. Fane could even see traces of herbal bandages or ice-stitched pieces on the bodies.

Like... treating a friend? Perhaps. After all, Willump had lived alone in the Snowman Outpost for thousands of years, keeping watch. Perhaps Willump had longed for the next knight to come and play with him, rather than to capture him and hand him over to that cruel and horrible witch...

Even though he knew that Lissandra did this for the sake of Freljord, it has to be said that after seeing this scene with his own eyes, Faan felt a little uncomfortable.

Alas, Lissandra.

With a sigh, Faan drew the long sword from behind him. With the sound of the blade being unsheathed, Willump suddenly turned and looked at Faan, his eyes filled with desperate anger and despair.

But facing Willump's gaze, Faan plunged his dragon blade into the ice. Finally, he opened his arms calmly and said to Willump, "I know you're afraid, but don't be afraid. The Freljord has changed. No one will hunt you anymore."

As he spoke, Faan also released pheromones, expressing his thoughts to Willump more directly through his beast intuition.

Willump could understand human speech. Just like now, after hearing Faan's words, the Yeti's face showed a hint of hesitation. The slightly rough fur on its body gradually became smooth, and even its claws were not as sharp as before.

Seeing this, Faan took a few tentative steps forward. But just when everything seemed stable and positive, Willump's nose twitched, as if it had picked up something. His once-smooth fur turned pale and rough again, and his claws, once gentle, became sharp and pointed. A look of fear and rage crossed his monster-like face. Amidst the deafening roar, Faan understood what Willump was trying to say—Ice Witch!

The Yeti are a fairytale race. Blessed by Anivia, they can sense the kindness and ill will of other creatures. Their unwavering support for the Ice Sisters against the Void stemmed from their shared resolve and determination to defend the Freljord. The ultimate outcome, however, was heartless betrayal—at least in Willump's eyes.

As the last true "snowman" rather than a yeti, Willump's appearance depends on the heart he perceives. If anyone enters his home with ill intentions, they will be greeted by a monster with fangs and claws.

Faan may not have harbored malicious intent, but it was clear that thousands of years of unwavering malice had already deprived Willump of his ability to trust. Now, he only wanted to protect his last remaining home.

"Well, come on then."

With a sigh, Fane stretched his arms and decided to have a boxing match.

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I used to type "Willump" as "Prangwei", mainly due to some typing habits. I changed it when I saw it.

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Chapter 191: Icefield Unlimited Fighting Tournament.

Even if it meant helping one's own side, Faan would find it hard to say that Willump was a bad person. Or, for Faan, who had few boundaries, after seeing the two bodies lying beside Willump's bed, he could only say that Willump was good and Lissandra was bad.

Willump could sense the emotions of other beings, and even a real fight without killing intent inevitably left scars. So, let's just do it. This would be a good opportunity to test the limits of his current flesh-and-blood strength.

As he spoke, his questions escalated with each breath, his throat and chest ablazing with a glow like charcoal. This inner glow gave Fahn's face the hue of molten lava. His eyes were like charcoal fire.

As it attached to his body, the line between the original armor and his flesh gradually blurred, until the animated armor completely merged with his flesh. The hard armor plates failed to conceal Faan's muscles; on the contrary, with their steel-like sheen, the lines of Faan's body became even more distinct.

After clapping his hands, Faan attacked with Willump.

On the side, seeing Faan suddenly draw his sword, then stick the weapon into the ground and turn to fight with him in close combat, Willump's face also showed a hint of confusion.

But then, sensing the scent of Lissandra on Faan, his rationality was replaced by the relentless pursuit and vigilance he'd endured for thousands of years. A low growl erupted from his throat, and the nearly four-meter-tall figure charged forward like a snow-capped mountain dump truck.

Seeing this, Faen snorted coldly: "Yuumi!"

"Here comes the boss!"

The stupid cat shouted excitedly, and then the energy of its spiritual realm burst out, and a large amount of golden light was injected into Fan's body through the projection in the material realm.

The protective magic of the silly cat has two forms: one is to directly form a magic shield on the body surface to provide direct protection, while the other is to enhance the internal organs and muscles through magic to improve physiological capabilities.

For ordinary people, the former is more effective, even allowing them to be immune to long-range firepower and perform sudden decapitation attacks on the battlefield. But for Faan, it's only better than nothing—in his dragon form, unless it's a powerful arrow fired by a magical archer like Ashe, nothing else can even leave a shallow mark on Faan's phosphorus armor.

The second type of flesh and blood enhancement has limited effect on ordinary people, because the enhancement range is calculated based on the basic physiological strength of the human body. If the body is not strong enough, the enhancement range will have little effect. But if the physical strength of Fann is calculated...

And now-

Feeling the power surging within him, even Fahn had to admit that the magic of this world was indeed formidable. At least now, feeling this newfound power, Fahn felt his heart and muscles surge to new heights, as if countless energy pumps were operating simultaneously, sharpening his focus.

He stopped and arched his back. The moment Willump reached him, the hardened heads of the Crown Dragon and the Sand Dragon simultaneously took effect. Their multiplied heads swung rapidly, leaving a trail of shadows in the air. The moment they collided, Willump, who had been charging straight at Faan, was slammed directly into the ice in front of him, staggering for a long time.

Instinctively, Faan lifted his foot, but then remembered that Willump wasn't an enemy, but a friend. He sighed inwardly, then tugged on Willump's arm, helping him stand. "Heal, Stupid Cat," he said.

"Alright, Boss! I'll... uh, Boss, you're not hurt."

Maomao was confused.

"Treat him."

Faan pointed at Willump.

"Oh! I see! Okay!"

Yumi nodded, then immediately possessed Willump's body: "Yumi, attack!"

After completing the possession, Yuumi immediately injected a stream of protective magic into Willump's body. The golden magic flowed through Willump's flesh, continuously generating gentle energy to nourish the bruised and slightly fractured flesh and bones from the headbutt. Soon, Willump, who had been barely standing due to being pulled by Faan, regained consciousness and pushed Faan away in fear. After glancing suspiciously at Yuumi beside him, he roared at Faan once more.

Now that Yuumi's true form is in the spirit realm, Willump can't smell Lissandra's scent. Yuumi's inner self is pure and playful (silly), which makes Willump feel a little happy, because this is the first time he has encountered a friend who doesn't have Lissandra's scent and still wants to play with him.

Unfortunately, this happiness quickly turned into a new kind of anger after sensing the aura of Lissandra on Faan.

"Come on, I can fight you all day long."

After stretching his arms twice, Faan said to Yumi: "Protect him well."

"Okay boss!"

Yumi nodded enthusiastically.

Yumi didn't know what had happened to Willump, but she could sense that Faan had no hostility towards him. Naturally, Yumi saw this as a form of play—just like a fight between kittens.

It’s just that the boss cat is strong and the snowman cat is weak, so the brave Yuumi needs to provide the necessary help.

"Come on! Snowman! Let the boss have a taste of our power! Meow Meow Punch!!"

Like a super robot, Yuumi immediately became excited - and those who know how to operate a super robot know how to operate it. You just need to shout and push the lever, and when the emotional value is reached, the robot will do the rest.

Willump didn't care about anything else. When he heard that the first friend he met was willing to fight alongside him, he was happy and felt a new strength in his heart.

A vortex-like mark lit up on his soft, smooth belly. A cold light emerged, and his already enormous body swelled even further. Not only did his flesh grow larger and stronger, but his fur also became more fluffy and sleek, and even his expression became much kinder.

But a softening appearance didn't mean a decrease in strength. Quite the opposite. Surging frost enveloped his body. Willump suddenly leaped toward Faan, arms raised high. A massive snowball, instantly generated by True Ice magic, descended from above like a Spirit Bomb. The Great Snow Lord, White Rabbit Beast, held up a sign: "Ten points."

Unfortunately, the hit rate is questionable.

Looking at the snowball hurtling towards him, Faan's wings trembled. The sudden burst of thrust from his dragon wings was difficult to control, and the powerful muscles of his dragon-slayer lower limbs dug his toes deep into the ice. A dragon spin passed by the edge of the snowball, and by the time Willump raised his head, a dragon-smashing slime-blasting punch was close at hand.

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Chapter 192 Standing behind Braum.

Rumble!

Even though the concentration of the slime mold had been controlled, Willump's head was still blown to the side at the moment of the explosion.

The heavy body, blood on its face, swayed back and forth twice and nearly fell. Fortunately, Fann assisted in time, and Yuumi once again provided emergency treatment.

Seeing this scene, Fane sighed helplessly, then reduced the concentration of the Dragon-Breaking Slime Mold and turned to wrestling with Willump again.

But no matter how many times, every time he sensed Lissandra's presence, Willump would rise again and fall into rage, just like Sanguinius's children smelling the scent of the Warmaster.

But at this moment, Braum finally followed the sound from the big hole above and came down. Seeing Faann fighting passionately with Willump, Braum shouted in surprise: "What's going on? No, Warmaster, why are you beating the snowman! Aren't we here to help him?"

In response, Faan simply glanced at Bron and said coldly: "Do what you think is right."

Hearing this, Bron's face became even more confused.