Monster Hunter from League of Legends

On the way here, Braum clearly remembered what Faan had told him: the Yeti were harmless friends who had given and sacrificed much for the Freljord. And Willump had waited alone for thousands of years in the Yeti Outpost, waiting for a friend.

But why is Faun constantly beating up the snowman? And why is Faun's cat helping the snowman fight Faun?

Despite his seemingly clumsy appearance, Braum was actually a man of great sensitivity. He could clearly sense the anger and sadness radiating from Willump, and glanced at the relentless attack from Faan. If this only made Braum confused, then after seeing where Willump lay sleeping, Braum quickly took a deep breath, raised his shield, and sprinted to Willump's side, raising his shield to block.

bump! ! !

The iron fist stained with the Dragon-Breaking Slime collided with the Ram's Shield with a deafening roar, but the Ram's Shield stood still like an iron wall.

Seeing Braum standing in front of the snowman, Faan raised his eyebrows, and then a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that you have made a decision?"

As Faan spoke, a large amount of pheromones continued to be secreted from his body. This undisguised first direction spread out in all directions, and even Braum felt a chill in his heart in front of Faan.

But even so, Braum still took a deep breath and said solemnly: "I don't know what happened here! But my soul tells me that this snowman is innocent!"

"Then come on."

After feeling Braum's inner determination, Faan did not say much, but increased the strength of his attack.

As his power was released, Braum truly realized why Faan could become the supreme warlord of the united tribe.

Even though the Ram Shield in his hand had become a more stable Arcane artifact shield through the blessing of the Bracers of Courage, as Faan entered combat mode, his dragon blood boiled, and a large amount of slime gathered on Faan's arms. A punch was thrown with a piercing roar, and even with the shield blocking it, Braum still felt a numbness in his arms.

"What a power!"

His eyes narrowed, but Braum didn't retreat. Instead, he gritted his teeth and said, "But Braum won't back down! What happened here? Tell Braum! Braum will solve it!"

But Faan said nothing. Instead, he raised his right foot and kicked Braum's shield. Sensing the force, Braum's eyes narrowed, and the courage wristbands on his arms flashed with cold light. The eyes of the goat head on the shield lit up, and a large amount of ice adhered to the shield, forming a solid layer of ice.

"hold head high?!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, even in the midst of despair and sadness, Willump still felt a strong sense of doubt.

He didn't know why this guy who came with the witch would come to help him... He didn't have the aura of a witch, and even his heart was full of doubts, but he still chose to help him firmly.

However, Braum didn't notice Willump's change. After sensing Braum's determination to protect Willump, Faan also released more energy.

A pair of dragon eyes lit up with a faint flame-like light, and a surge of energy surged from its throat. Three fireballs the size of basins burst forth from the air, landing in the center of the soluble biological solution, with a large amount of slime mold clinging to it. With a loud bang, the rising flames formed a flaming cloud as the intense heat swept across the sky.

A large amount of ice was forcibly shattered before it solidified. Just when Braum raised his shield again to build a defense, he heard a slightly dull sound of breaking air coming from the side.

Om-! ! !

A massive blade, as thick as an adult's thigh, swung from the side, its force alone splitting the exploding cloud of fire in half. As the target of the airstrike, Braum's eyes narrowed to pinpricks in an instant. Even as he forcefully swung his shield to block it, the massive impact, accompanied by the explosion of slime from the high-temperature blade, still sent Braum flying dozens of meters away, embedding his shield and himself deeply into the ice wall, unable to be dislodged.

Shaking his head, Faan's blade tail stood upright at the side of his body.

However, the dragon-slaying transformation at the Essence Stage can only generate dragon-slaying mineral phosphorus on the body surface, and cannot generate the huge blade tail, because that is an advanced transformation that can only be mastered at the Essence Stage.

But it doesn't matter, because the fire dragon transformation has reached the ultimate level, so Fane just takes advantage of it and uses the fire dragon's tail as the body, while the dragon-slaying transformation abandons the muscles and dragon scales of the torso and instead concentrates all his strength on the end of the tail to form a giant blade.

The massive tail and broadsword-like tail blade made Fane feel a bit off balance, but it didn't matter. He took two stamina pills and instantly became a powerful warrior.

As Faan approached, Willump, filled with bewilderment and confusion, backed away in fear. But as he reached the edge of the nest, he glanced back at his parents, and the bewilderment and fear in Willump's eyes quickly turned to determination and anger.

"Roar!!!"

Seeing Willump roaring at him again, Fane narrowed his eyes, and then the tail blade on one side broke through the air and stabbed towards Willump.

But after hearing Willump's roar, Bron's voice, as firm and stubborn as a rock, came from the side.

"Don't be afraid! Stand behind Braum!!"

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Chapter 193: Fluffy Heart.

A massive shield shot out of the air, seemingly unwieldy, yet it precisely struck Faan's thrusting tail blade. The heavy impact sent the blade flying, and the shield, similarly deflected, landed back in Braum's hands with a leap before it could even hit the ground.

With a look of determination and stubbornness in his eyes, Braum leaped to Willump's side. His bald forehead bled streaks of blood from the collision with the ice. His massive shield shielded him, and the warmth of blood flowed through his massive frame. Even though his mustache was drenched in blood, Braum's expression remained unwavering.

"Even though I don't know what's going on here...but Faan! I won't watch you hurt a snowman!"

Fane said nothing, but simply put the tail blade back to his side.

Seeing Fane's actions, Braum frowned solemnly.

Although Braum knew that Faan was powerful, he had never truly faced him. And now, even in a simple confrontation, Braum still clearly felt the almost overwhelming power - but to be honest, Braum was not too surprised by this.

As the supreme warlord of the United Horde, Faan's position was earned through battle after battle. On this icy plain, the scarcity of resources made even a gentle and delicate man like Braum realize that weakness wasn't the root of all sin, but it could bring disaster.

If it were anyone else, even a large-scale tribal war festival would have attracted countless heroes from the Icefield to challenge. But what about Faan? Forget challenging Faan. Even those self-righteous Iceborn warriors couldn't defeat the Wild Dragon Legion Ultramarines, a group of elite Iceborn warriors and tribal war festivals.

Even this extreme legion representing the strongest power of the Ice Blood Warriors dared not show any disrespect to Faan, and would only respectfully address him as the Dragon Shepherd God.

Now, looking at Faan, who stood there without even using his weapon, and who hadn't transformed into a dragon god as the legend said, Braum also took a deep breath.

"Let's calm down, Warmaster! I can sense that Willump's heart is filled with kindness, only masked by a layer of past indifference and sadness!"

"Sometimes, a cold heart needs a warm smile! Not like this!"

In response, Fane just shook his head, then spread his wings under Braum's almost desperate gaze.

A fire dragon's wings, covered in phosphorus armor, spread behind him, dark lines spreading along his spine. A surge of mad dragon factor animated his body, his heart pumping, and blood as thick as magma flowed through his body. A flood of pheromones continued to spread, more powerful than words. Not only a creature as perceptive as Willump, but even Braum could clearly sense the coldness and ruthlessness mixed in.

But facing the slowly approaching figure of Faan, Braum took a deep breath, let out a battle cry, and then stubbornly gripped the shield to defend in front of Willump.

But at this moment, accompanied by a low roar, before Braum could react, he felt a gust of wind behind him. Then his head ached, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Fane raised his eyebrows and looked at Willump.

Willump was now completely different from when Faan first met him—though he hadn't yet transformed into the adorable plush toy he'd become during his adventures with Nunu, he was definitely puffed up. Even his giant ape-like face had become larger and rounder, like a soft cushion. The most noticeable thing about Willump's arms was his size.

Originally, the Yeti had only a pair of long, thick forelimbs like those of a giant ape. After receiving Anivia's blessing, the Yeti tribe grew a new pair of arms in addition to their original two. Now, it was clear that Willump's original large arms had grown another pair, though they were not as thick as the original ones.

Looking at the unconscious Braum, Willump silently put down the large piece of True Ice in his hand, then looked at Yuumi beside him with his honest face, and pointed at the unconscious Braum beside him.

"Roar……"

Hearing Willump's growl, Yuumi blinked and said, "You mean for me to heal him?"

Willump nodded. Yumi glanced at Faan. Seeing Faan nod, he said, "Alright, then, watch me!"

As he spoke, Yuumi turned into a stream of light and came to Braum's side. With the infusion of golden magic power, Braum, who was originally covered in bruises, began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that Braum was fine, Willump was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and walked to Faan.

Looking at the behemoth in front of him that was nearly four meters tall, Fan was not anxious, but just watched calmly.

Willump instinctively let out a whimper at the scent of Lissandra on Faan. But then he forcibly suppressed it. Instead of attacking, he approached Faan and turned around, sitting down on the ground, arms folded, head bowed, and silent.

It's clear that Willump has resigned himself to his fate. Knowing he's no match for Faan, he's determined to let Faan take him away, draining him of his magic like his parents...

Seeing this, Faan also raised his hand. Feeling the surging heat wave, even though he was prepared, Willump couldn't help but shrink his neck, instinctively wanting to escape.

But as soon as he looked up, he saw Braum lying beside him, still unconscious. He pursed his lips in grievance and once again lowered his head, saying nothing. Although he was numb, a closer look revealed that Willump's huddled body was still trembling constantly. His eyes were closed on his honest face as he lowered his head, like a frightened rabbit, not daring to move.

As Faan's hand descended, Willump's body trembled violently. But surprisingly, Willump felt no pain afterward. On the contrary, the hand, once covered in hard scales, which had produced a deafening roar with each strike and felt as hot as a branding iron upon contact, now felt exceptionally warm. Far from attacking, it even began to stroke his back.

He stroked Willump's back like a cat, and it felt great. Fain felt like he was touching a velvet plush toy.

It's very warm, no wonder Nunu doesn't feel cold even when sleeping in the snow.

Turning around and looking at Willump's blank gaze, Faan shrugged helplessly: "I've already said that I'm a good person."

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Chapter 194: Resting by the bonfire.

Looking at Willump, whose face was full of confusion and even disbelief, Fine just looked helpless.

Faan knew from the beginning that Willump could sense the hearts of others, and that he was not some terrifying beast, but a soul longing for friendship.

But some of it was frustrating. Although Faan came with good intentions, he didn't believe his soul was truly pure—something Sejuani, Ashe, and others could clearly explain.

If it were just an ordinary yeti, Faan wouldn't have worried too much. But the problem was that Willump was a lonely yeti orphan who had lived in the Yeti Outpost for thousands of years. And the culprit was none other than his wife, Lissandra. The moment Willump caught a whiff of Faan's scent, Faan knew his suspicions were correct. Millennia of experience had made Willump sensitive to Lissandra's presence. And Faan's tainted kindness couldn't earn Willump's trust with Nunu's flawless innocence and sincerity.

"So I thought of Braum and brought him to find you."

As he spoke, Faan lazily leaned against Willump's belly beside the campfire, warming himself. Meanwhile, Braum, having almost recovered thanks to Yuumi's treatment, guzzled a bottle of recovery potion upon waking. Now, under Faan's guidance, he grilled meat while listening to Faan's words with renewed energy.

After hearing that Faan decided to bring him along because he had a selfless and kind heart, Braum burst out laughing: "So that's why? It seems my mom was right! A cold heart only needs a warm smile! Freljordians should help each other!"

"Indeed," Fine gave a thumbs up.

While some heroes in League of Legends have faced difficult fates, honestly, there aren't many dark and tragic stories. Even if there are, they're mostly glossed over in the backstory. In Runeterra, mothers are generally positive characters. In the Freljord alone, there are Nunu, Ashe, and Braum. But the most famous is undoubtedly a certain Wolverine kid from Ionia.

Oh, except Sejuani's mom.

Smacking his lips, Fan Yue glanced at the barbecue on the fire and said, "Hey, stop, don't grill it anymore, now is the best time to eat it."

Hearing Faan's words, Bron seemed a little surprised: "Eh? Is it done already? But I see blood is still flowing out of it. Can't you bake it a little longer?"

"Trust me, the gravy is at its juiciest right now, just eat it!"

Faan seemed particularly confident. Seeing this, Braum also took the skewers with eyes full of curiosity, and then carefully divided them among everyone, even Yuumi who was standing beside him, and then picked up some with his fingers and put them into his mouth.

The meat, already marinated on the skewer, was already savory. Under the scorching flames, the sugars, fats, and amino acids reacted with the Maillard reaction, transforming the once vibrant red meat into a beautiful, burnt brown. Strands of meat dripped down through the cracks in the charred crust, where a carefully blended seasoning was sprinkled. The heat infused the meat's natural fat, bringing out the flavor of the ground-up seasoning. With a single cut, the fat trapped within the charred crust, mingling with the fragrant, savory meat juices, flowed forth.

The fragrant meat, crispy on the outside, bursts into your mouth, and as you chew, the savory gravy, mixed with the savory spices, unleashes an even more intense aroma. The texture is neither soft nor tough, but perfectly springy in between. While the chewiness is palpable, it's not tooth-wrenching; a few chews and you'll be able to break it down completely, then swallow it down, its fragrance filling your mouth.

"Ohhh! Wonderful taste, wonderful texture!"

Bron's eyes lit up as he ate. "This is the best barbecue I've ever had! Oh my god, it would be even better with a glass of ale!"

"That's inevitable!"

Fain confidently took out an oak barrel, then took out a cup, filled it with ale and handed it to Bronn.

Bron didn't hesitate either, taking the cup and drinking it all in one gulp. He burped comfortably, and it was obvious that he had eaten a lot.

Seeing how much Braum enjoyed the drink, Yuumi ran over to Faan and looked up pitifully. Faan smiled, dipped a finger in the drink, and licked it from Yuumi. Smacking her lips, Yuumi's face flickered with a strange expression—is this good? Why does it taste so weird? Then, with a look of disgust, she returned to her small plate and devoured the meat.

Fahn didn't care about this, he just smiled and enjoyed the food in front of him.

In the Monster Hunter world, every hunter is a master of barbecue.

Unlike the game where you stay in your base all day, whistle when a mission arrives, pull a rope, and be whisked away by a dragon, most missions that require you to leave after dinner are urgent, like when the base or the Dragon Calendar Academy's team of scholars are attacked. These missions, with clear objectives and a defined range of target creatures, can certainly be dispatched immediately after dinner. But more often than not, field expeditions are a grueling endeavor, potentially requiring you to spend ten days or even a month living in the wilderness, far from civilization.

In this place where there is no village or shop nearby, hunters can only obtain survival supplies by collecting wild fruits, fishing and hunting.

Because everyone has different tastes, hunters often cook barbecue dishes that taste very different even with the same ingredients. For example, Fahn prefers meat that is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a spicy and savory flavor.

Seeing Faan and Braum eating happily, Willump blinked curiously, then carefully patted Faan on the shoulder, and then met Faan's gaze and pointed at the barrel beside him.

In response, Faan casually said, "Drink, it's okay, we're all brothers."

Hearing this, Willump nodded excitedly, then picked up the oak barrel and took a long swig. He smacked his lips, and when the strong aroma of malt returned, his eyes lit up, and he continued to sip.

Looking at Willump drinking with big gulps, Fane chuckled a few times, and then prepared to stop Willump from drinking so much - although the alcohol content of the beer was low, it was still easy to get drunk if you drank it in such big gulps for the first time.

Unfortunately, just as Faan patted Willump, Willump had already put down the barrel, his face flushed red. He swayed back and forth a few times before collapsing onto the ice and snoring. A complete mess.

195

Chapter 195 The mess.

Originally, Faan had planned to take Willump directly to True Ice Valley to seek out Carolelel to request a Frozen Tear. However, after seeing Willump's condition, Faan decided it would be better to return to the United Horde first. This would allow Willump to know that he hadn't lied, that peace had truly arrived in the Freljord, and that he no longer needed to live in isolation.

Without wasting too much time, Fane said directly: "Grimoire, Laxtak."

After hearing Faan's words, the grimoire, which had been wandering in the sky, slowly floated into the air and then opened the chapter belonging to the holy city of Rakstak. As the blue and white portal opened, Faan also carried Willump and waved to the satiated Braum: "Let's go, we will go back now."

"okay!"

Bron nodded excitedly, but just as he was about to leave, he seemed to remember something and pointed at Willump's lair and said, "Are we just going to leave like this? ...Should we ask Willump's opinion?"

At first, Faan didn't take it seriously. As the story of Nunu's Song reveals, while Willump longed for his parents, his loneliness was largely due to Lissandra's pursuit. Though he had survived for thousands of years, he had barely left the Yeti Sentinel for the past millennia. His survival, besides the fish in the underground currents, was also due to Anivia's gift of icy magic, which allowed him to draw energy.

Simply put, Willump is a child thousands of years old. While he's more mature and knows many secrets unknown to ordinary people, he's still just a child. His innocent and joyful play with Nunu reveals that deep within his soul, he still longs for friendship and happiness. This is why Faan felt it was okay to take Willump away.

But think about it...

"Record this place."

Faan said to the Grimoire, "This place is very close to Frostguard Fortress. As a branch portal, it shouldn't take too long and won't take up too many pages."

Upon hearing this, the Demonic Codex shook up and down and nodded, spent a few minutes recording the coordinates here, and then opened the portal again and returned to Laxtak.

The portal node of Frostguard Fortress is a rune stone, while the portal node of the holy city of Rakstak is an ice bow inserted in the altar.