Monster Hunter from League of Legends

"Never mind, at least it works."

With a slight pout, Sejuani knew from the moment she held it that while this flail might be a bit ugly, it was even more powerful with the incorporation of the Spear of Serilda. And honestly, if you looked closely, both the handle and the chain were inscribed with numerous runes, giving it a sense of understated luxury.

Well, walking in the night in brocade clothes...but Sejuani doesn't like this style.

"If necessary, I can process it for you."

Lissandra, standing nearby, shook her head. "Unless specifically requested in advance, Ornn does prioritize practicality over appearance when crafting something. He believes tools are meant to be used, not appearance."

“No, actually I’m just lazy.”

Faan, standing by, objected and pointed at the tome that was opening a portal in mid-air. He said, "Look at the cover Orn made for the tome. The exquisite patterns, the delicate carvings, the rough yet refined design."

The magic book simply flipped through the medicine and said that the cover was not only beautiful but also comfortable.

"……maybe."

Lissandra didn't seem to want to argue. She glanced at Sejuani and said, "But Sejuani is the Warmaster of the Freljord. Especially after you, Faan, left the Freljord, she will be in command of all the Hearthborn and Iceborn warriors of the Freljord. In such a position, both her weapons and armor must be more dignified to avoid unnecessary trouble."

"Give me the flail when you return. I will bless it with some enchantment and change the weapon's appearance."

"Okay! Thank you!"

Hearing this, Sejuani nodded excitedly: "You are a nice person~"

Hearing Sejuani's words, Lissandra simply sighed. Last night, Sejuani and Faan had worked together to keep an eye on her and attack her. But after that absurd night, they plunged into the new day as if they hadn't remembered a thing. As sisters, Lissandra didn't know whether to call her careless or something else entirely...

While thinking, Willump, who had just woken up, rubbed his eyes and came to Faan and others.

In fact, Willump didn't sleep for long. After sobering up yesterday, he found himself in a place with many people.

Through telepathy, Willump knew that those who looked at him curiously had no ill intentions, but were just curious - but this still made Willump feel extremely nervous, because he saw the bad guys who had chased him in the crowd.

That is the Knight of Drakron.

However, the Drakron Knights did not show any hostility this time. They just patrolled the tribe in an orderly manner and prevented some conflicts from happening.

Later, Willump discovered a group of innocent children, and they played with them until midnight last night, and only fell asleep after they were really tired.

After such a long and enjoyable time, Willump had only slept for three hours. He was completely exhausted and yawned as he walked here.

Even so, Willump still waved happily at Faan after seeing him earlier. However, when he got a little closer and saw Lissandra, the snowman became uneasy and began to tremble uncontrollably while huddled beside Faan.

"Look how frightening it is."

Faan looked at Lissandra, pinching his waist helplessly. In response, Lissandra just shook her head without saying anything.

The main thing is that everything that needed to be criticized was criticized last night, so there is really nothing much to say now.

Meanwhile, staring at the giant snowman, Sejuani stretched out her wicked hand and touched the soft fur. Then she said excitedly, "Hey! This feels really good! It looks powerful too! How about you, can you be my mount? Charge into battle with me!"

Hearing this, Willump shook his head quickly.

"Don't worry about it."

Ashe said helplessly, "The snowman has lived alone for thousands of years. Instead of fighting, he should enjoy a peaceful life first... Hmm? Why does he have a child?"

As she was speaking, Ashe noticed a sleeping little kid hanging behind Willump. Upon closer inspection, she saw it was none other than six-year-old Nunu.

Seeing that Nunu and Willump could still meet under such circumstances, Faan touched his chin with interest, then glanced at the portal and said, "The portal is ready, let's go now. We can talk about other things while we're walking. Well, let's go to Ornn first. The gift I commissioned him to make should be almost ready."

"Gift?"

After hearing what Faan said, Ashe and the others blinked curiously: "Is it for us?"

"of course."

Fane nodded: "I don't know what kind of designs Orne has made for my beads~"

"……bead?"

Hearing this, Sejuani rubbed her chin suspiciously. "Are you sure this is for us? Not for you to use on us?"

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Regarding updates, I've been so busy with the latest updates that I've neglected communicating with my family. So, I'll be updating less on Mondays and Tuesdays. I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I think I need to carefully balance my work and personal life. But I'll discuss the details after the Freljord volume is finished.

199

Chapter 199 The old man and the old woman greet each other.

After Sejuani said this, there was more or less some doubt in the eyes of Ashe and Lissandra.

Lissandra was fine, desperately trying to maintain her bottom line. Ashe, though she had surrendered, hadn't fallen into the same trap as Sejuani, colluding with Faan. Now, after hearing that Faan had prepared a new gift with the beads, and after Sejuani's reminder, considering Faan's strong desire, it was impossible not to go astray.

And Faan calmly gave a thumbs up: "No, no, I usually make these kinds of private things myself."

"That's pretty much it."

Sejuani nodded in satisfaction.

Then the group entered the portal.

On the other side, the Molten Flame Forge.

As he swung the hammer and smashed continuously, Ornn's eyes were full of concentration.

Known as the God of the Forge, and worshipped by artisans like blacksmiths and brewers, Orn was completely absorbed in whatever he was working on. After completing another fine piece, Orn nodded in satisfaction, then tossed it aside among the pile of other works, ignoring it.

For Ornn, forging was a form of rest and pleasure. Whether anyone used his crafted items was irrelevant, as they were already complete tools. As long as they could be used immediately when needed, that was all that mattered.

Just as I was thinking about this, I heard a clanging sound from the distant lounge. I poured myself a cup of lava and drank it while walking into the lounge. As expected, the sound came from the old helmet that had been chosen as the teleportation anchor.

Under the influence of the spiritual energy, the sturdy helmet collapsed into a portal made of broken iron. Fahn and others walked out one after another. As the portal closed, the helmet returned to its original shape.

Although this wasn't the first time he'd seen it, Ornn still found the process quite interesting, especially the energy generated when the portal was formed.

It forces matter to expand at the spiritual level and generates a channel connecting two different planes. During the formation process, the energy-linked matter appears to be broken in the material realm, but is actually still intact. It just has the commonalities of both the spiritual and material realms for a short period of time, causing the observed results to change.

Just as Ornn was subconsciously thinking about how to make this ability a part of forging, Faan beside him said, "How is the preparation of the gift I commissioned coming along?"

"Oh, the gift, it's already done."

After hearing Faan's words, Ornn also came back to his senses. Then he slowly took out a few small boxes from the big box beside him. At the same time, he looked at Ashe and others behind Faan and said:

"Well, you are the three Ice Sisters of this era, right? Although I knew it a long time ago, it is still hard to believe that the three Ice Sisters actually formed a blood alliance with the same man."

Upon hearing this, Ashe simply bowed humbly and said, "Nice to meet you, great Ornn. May your hearth burn brightly."

Through the intelligence provided by Lissandra, Ashe more or less knew about Ornn's assistance to humanity... not directly, as Anivia had, but indirectly. For example, he had helped people with winemaking, farming, and blacksmithing. These were all passed down by Ornn, either intentionally or unintentionally.

Ordinary people don't need to care, but as the supreme war mother of the united tribes, Ashe needs to express her respect.

"Hello to you too, young Warmother."

"I also hope that this frozen land can usher in true peace and balance," Ornn said.

Compared to Ashe's formality, Sejuani, standing beside her, was much more cheerful and talkative. This was mainly due to the change in her life trajectory after meeting Faan—from violent, cold, and dark to a sunny, cheerful tomboy.

"Ohh! So this is what Ornn looks like! So big! Your horns must be really strong!"

"haha of course."

Hearing Sejuani's words, Ornn nodded cheerfully. The two things he was most proud of were his beard and his goat horns. Sejuani, speaking her mind, accidentally touched upon Ornn's greatest pride.

"Where's your hammer? Can I see it?"

Sejuani continued excitedly, "I heard that you sent Volibear flying with a single hammer strike in ancient times? That hammer must have been quite powerful, right?"

Upon hearing this, Ornn's expression darkened. Honestly, his breakup with Volibear left Ornn feeling a complex mix of emotions. He was his brother, after all, and yet it was he who had destroyed those mortals who shone with wisdom and brilliance...

Sighing, Ornn also said: "It's just an ordinary hammer, nothing special...but you guys."

Pointing at Ashe, Ornn said, "You are generous, dignified, and gentle, yet your eyes are filled with unwavering determination. You must be the reincarnation of Avarosa, right?"

"And you."

Looking at Sejuani, Ornn said helplessly, "You're lively and active, acting on impulse. Your eyes are filled with passion and wild fighting spirit... Although it seems a little strange, you must be the reincarnation of Serilda, right? After all, she's the one who most values ​​strife among the three sisters."

"Eh, is that so? I thought it would be hard to tell."

Although she said this, Sejuani's expression clearly showed that she didn't care and she didn't take the matter too seriously.

And then, Ornn also looked at Lissandra.

There was something complicated in her eyes. As a being that had survived for thousands of years, Lissandra should be the only human on this ice field who could talk to Ornn about the past and memories.

It just made Ornn feel a little emotional. His break with Volibear was not only the direct fuse of the destruction of Hearthland, but also because the mortals led by the Three Ice Sisters erupted with enough power to shake the spiritual balance of Freljord.

Although Ornn had long known that the potential for wisdom lay within the minds of mortals, ready to burst forth with a little guidance, even he had to admit that he had not imagined that humans could replace the powerful demigods of the wilderness and become the dominant force in this frozen land...

After a long conversation, Ornn finally said with emotion: "Long time no see, Lissandra."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Lissandra nodded.

He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but soon, he noticed something and raised his eyelids in surprise: "...Wait a minute, are your eyes okay?"

"Torfaen's blessing."

200

Chapter 200 contains a high content of Anivia.

After hearing Lissandra's words, Ornn nodded thoughtfully.

Faan had previously told Ornn that Volibear had communicated with the United Horde and his attitude had softened.

"I just didn't expect Volibear to be willing to remove his curse... Well, it seems that although the poison of faith is still hurting him, he has also realized the harmfulness of faith and is trying to shed it."

"really."

Fahn also nodded.

As the first demigod to embrace the power of faith, Volibear suffered the most severe backlash. His ability to withstand it without succumbing to death or losing himself like the Green Deer Ha Astriel was entirely due to his toughness and endurance.

And judging from the current situation... the war with Noxus has greatly alleviated the damage suffered by Volibear.

In the original storyline, Sejuani massacred a Horde settlement for supplies, and afterward, Volibear grew flesh and blood. This time, the war with Noxus was brought forward significantly, and the casualties were even more severe. Not to mention the casualties in battle, even after reaching the plains and experiencing pure electricity, dozens or even hundreds of people froze to death every day before the prisoner camps were established.

It wasn't that Ashe didn't give them supplies, but rather that the United Horde didn't have enough of them to begin with. It was also because LeBlanc sold out her country so cleanly and efficiently that a large amount of war reparations were continuously transported to the Freljord. Otherwise, the number of casualties would have been even higher.

Unfortunately, Noxians are not Freljordians after all - even ordinary people in Freljord, also known as "Heat-Dwellers", have more obvious physiological differences from ordinary people in the outside world after thousands of years of survival of the fittest.

Taller, stronger, and more resistant to cold.

Well, if the future society of Runeterra can enter the technological age, then the happy guys in the book will probably become rough guys in Freljord.

(Fain: "In order to provide more inspiration and historical references for the future Freljord game industry, as the Supreme Warmaster, I will lead by example and take the lead!")

Shaking his head, Faan didn't dwell on the matter any further. He asked, "What are the gifts? Let me be clear, these are gifts, not weapons. If you only consider practicality and not aesthetics, I'll have to reduce the reward."

Hearing this, Ornn nodded and said, "Don't worry, I know the difference between a gift and a tool."

As he spoke, Ornn handed the first box to Ashe. Opening it, he revealed a crown made of seemingly ice crystals. Even in the glow of the fire, it shimmered with a cyan-blue light. Its vibrant colors made it look dreamy and beautiful.

"Ice Crown."

The naming of Ornn is still straightforward and clear, just like the pot stolen by the Ursine is called "Ornn's Jar". You know what it is made of just by hearing the name.

Watching Ashe take out the crown and put it on her head curiously, Ornn also said:

"The gem in the middle is the freezing bead that Faan gave me. The energy within it is very interesting. It's not ordinary ice magic, but a kind of life energy, similar to pearls? It's like the energy stone-like substance in some living organism. I tried many methods and broke three of them, ensuring that each fragment could maintain the original energy cycle. Finally, I used Anivia's third cervical bone as a carrier, forging, polishing, and inlaying it."

"Wearing it can significantly enhance the power of ice by strengthening life energy, and can help people stay calm. It's very practical."

"It's beautiful too."

Wearing the crown, Ashe felt a pleasant coolness in her head, and her inner thoughts seemed to fade away the moment she put on the crown. A touch of joy flashed in her eyes, and Ashe bowed gently to Ornn, saying, "Your skills are exquisite, and the finished product is truly amazing."

"You're welcome."

Orne shrugged. "I'm just doing the work for the money. Faan is the main instigator."

As a blacksmith, Ornn was very clear about his position and had no intention of stealing Faan's limelight.

In response, Faan gave Ornn a thumbs-up, specifically praising his professionalism. He then straightened his chest and looked towards Ashe.

Seeing this, Ashe looked at Faan helplessly. He had been so wantonly playing with her last night, even making her say those shameful words, and now he was brazenly asking for credit and reward. He acted like he was the boss of the family...

Gently kissing Faan's cheek, Ashe said like coaxing a child: "Faan is the best."

Fahn nodded in satisfaction.