Monster Hunter from League of Legends

As the Goddess of Hope, Anivia's corpse is capable of absorbing nearly every energies of the Freljord, thus ensuring the final forged piece is unified from the inside out, rather than being like an inlay, with the risk of falling apart at any moment. And as the creator of True Ice, she plays a crucial role in sealing the Void. To remain unmoved is truly a saint.

What else could Faan say? He could only pat his butt and get ready to go.

"I'll go over and take a look first. If that doesn't work, I'll ask you for help."

Hearing this, Ashe nodded. "Be careful," she said. "Even Lissandra is so serious, Carolingia won't be so easy to deal with. If you feel the situation becomes difficult, just summon us or leave."

"Haha, don't worry, I have no problem protecting myself~"

After hearing Ashe's instructions, Faan smiled and nodded to Ornn beside him. Seeing this, Ornn also directly opened the passage to the True Ice Valley.

The Grimoire didn't list any gates to the True Ice Valley, and the few that were closer were ancient. Fane wasn't about to gamble on whether these gates were contaminated by the Void. He took the cat and the Grimoire with him, and Magic simply walked in.

What? Why not a one-on-one match?

No problem, hunters can also have Felynx to help them take on solo missions.

The Ice Valley is nestled among a secluded mountain range. Even though spring and summer have arrived in the Freljord, Faan still feels a biting chill upon entering.

The composition of this cold is complex.

The Freljord's chill is largely due to the icy magic permeating the air, which directly robs a person of body heat. Even wearing thick fabrics only slows the loss of heat. While the Freljord's temperatures are chilly, they are by no means unbearable. And right now, Faan could sense that both the concentration of icy magic in the air and the temperature itself were alarmingly low.

Lifting my eyes, I saw a jagged valley, ice shards like swords, hanging upside down from the clouds. Perhaps sensing Kailurel's wrath, the sky was gloomy, the heavy clouds seeming to suffocate. Pale sunlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, dappling the snow-clad mountains. The mountain wind howled, stirring up a cloud of snow that danced like a ghost in the air.

"It's so cold!" Yumi couldn't help but shiver, then huddled behind Fane's neck to keep warm.

"Why is it so cold here? Boss, we won't freeze to death, will we?"

"That won't happen."

Upon hearing this, Fan also took out a rope and tied an ice-resistant bead and an environmental bead to it. The former reduced the impact of ice magic, and the latter reduced the impact of ambient temperature.

"Kalurel is angry. Get ready for battle."

As he said this, Faan's eyes lit up with anticipation: "This will be a glorious hunt... Never mind, it's not glorious."

Thinking about why Kalurel was angry, Fane smacked his lips helplessly.

"But it's still a hunt! Let's cheer up!"

"Okay boss!"

Yumi nodded excitedly.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa."

The magic book also flipped through the pages relaxedly.

Faan took a step forward, walking across the snow, making a "crunching" sound as he headed towards the valley. Except for Faan, everything around him was shrouded in the pale white of snow, appearing unusually silent. Only the occasional low roar of an unknown voice in the distance broke the dead silence.

Entering the valley, a shimmering icefall hung high above the cliffs, its surface crystal clear, gleaming dazzlingly in the sunlight. Water solidified beneath it, forming ice sculptures that were both bizarre and magnificent. Condensed water droplets dripped from the edge of the icefall, striking the ice with a resounding sound. Looking out in the distance, Fahn could vaguely make out a large figure, swaying its body in discontent.

That body wasn't made of flesh and blood, but pure True Ice. Cubes of varying sizes floated in the air, combining and connecting to form the somewhat abstract shape of a giant deer. But calling it a deer was too crude, as its face lacked even a mouth; instead, it was simply a head and horns formed from large, V-shaped blocks of True Ice.

A pair of giant, pearl-white, radiant ice balls lodged in his face. Kalurel raised his front hooves in frustration, repeatedly slamming them down on the ice beneath his feet. The mountain wall nearby was also covered in the mottled marks left by the impact of his massive horns. Powerful icy magic, coupled with his inner rage, vented freely across this frozen world.

A knife-like cold wind scraped across the ground, stirring up layers of snow. Even from a distance, Faan could still feel an inexplicable sharpness and icy coldness scraping mercilessly across every inch of his exposed skin.

The biting cold forced one to involuntarily clench their bodies. White mist swirled around every breath, as if every exhalation could freeze in an instant. No living creatures were seen, not even animals or birds. But after ascending to a higher point and gazing out from afar, one could see a vast pit, within which the remains of giant birds could be vaguely discerned.

And what Kalurel called rage was actually knocking down the broken ice on the mountain wall to help bury his mother's body.

Well, although there has been no communication yet, Kailurel is already telling a sad story with his actions.

Speaking of which, Fane was also a little curious.

It's known that Ornn's favorite material for forging is Anivia's corpse. This is because Anivia's body, torso, and various derivatives perfectly complement the many energies and materials native to the Freljord. Furthermore, different bones have different functions, depending on the distribution of bones and muscles.

For example, the cervical bone is suitable for making a crown, the sternum is suitable for making a saddle, and the bullet shell is suitable for making a crown... These are all forged by Ornn based on his understanding of Anivia, rather than just picking up a piece at random and processing it without looking at which part it is.

and so……

What organ of Anivia's was the Ornn Urn stolen by the Ursine? Considering it's related to food...it can't be Anivia's chicken gizzards, right?

No Freljordian would dare to entertain such blasphemous thoughts. Even barbaric people like them, raised in a harsh and cold land, were taught kindness by Anivia from a young age.

But Fine is different. Fine has not been educated in kindness, and when he has associations, it is like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins and cannot be stopped.

Just then, while Fan was still thinking, he suddenly felt a darkness in front of his eyes.

Kalurel is here.

204

Chapter 204 Hunting, Kailurel.

Looking at Kalurel who suddenly appeared in front of him, Fane blinked and said, "Hello."

Kalurel didn't react. Its abstract head was composed entirely of ice, devoid of the soft muscles that could form an expression. Similarly, no pheromones were produced. Logically, Fahn shouldn't have been able to sense Kalurel's thoughts, but through some kind of spiritual energy, Fahn seemed to sense that Kalurel was glaring at him with gritted teeth.

After hesitating for a moment, Fane asked, "So, you can understand what I'm saying?"

Kailuerer nodded, and his eyes seemed to become even colder.

"And, can you hear other people's thoughts in the valley?"

Caroler shook his head, but then nodded. This puzzled Fane, who then asked, "You mean I can't hear everything, but I can get the general idea?"

Kailurel nodded. Although there were no nostrils on the ice head, its reflection in the spiritual realm seemed to have begun to breathe heavily.

Realizing something, Fane did not continue asking, but silently said "chicken gizzard" in his heart.

Kailurel's eyes became more and more dangerous, and his front hooves began to paw the ground eagerly.

"..."

Blinking, Faan continued, "So you also smelled the scent of Anivia and your uncle Ornn, right?"

Kalurel nodded, his body already hunched. He couldn't defeat Ornn, but now there was someone related to Ornn that he couldn't defeat?

Although he had anticipated this, Faan couldn't help but sigh, but then he said excitedly: "Can I get ready?"

Hearing this, Kalureel grew suspicious, then stopped pawing the ground and walked over to Faan, sniffing him. Though furious, as a descendant of Anivia, Kalureel could sense a familiar aura about Faan. Furthermore, while Ornn was annoying, aside from his petty thefts, he was otherwise quite reliable.

Since it was Ornn who opened the portal himself and sent him here, he shouldn't be a bad guy, right?

Thinking in his mind, Kailurel nodded and then took a few steps back.

And Fan didn't waste any time. He opened the system warehouse and poured all kinds of small pills into his mouth and fried them.

"Yumi!"

"Here comes the boss!"

Attached, then the main body and the reflection in the spiritual realm were replaced, and then a large amount of protective magic was injected into the body.

When everything was almost ready, Fane took a deep breath and looked at Kailuerer: "Here he comes!"

As he spoke, Faan also started walking towards Kailureer. Seeing Faan rushing towards him, Kailureer's eyes revealed a deep surprise, as if he had not expected this mortal to actually dare to challenge him.

He lowered his head and looked at Faan, hesitating for a moment, and then a soft voice with a hint of surprise appeared in Faan's mind.

"You want to fight me?"

Hearing this voice, although Fan was surprised, he was not stage-frightened. Instead, he nodded and said, "Yes."

"why?"

Carolle's voice was somewhat similar to Anivia's, but more childish, rather than Anivia's mature and steady. "I can smell the lingering scent of Uncle Orn on you. You must have more important things to deal with, right? As long as you apologize, I won't make things difficult for you."

"it does not matter!"

After hearing what Kalurel said, Fane chuckled and said, "Owen dug up those bones because I asked him to make some gifts for my wives... Although I didn't expect him to come here and dig them up, it was indeed because of me that this happened."

"If anything, I'm just a little excited."

Without concealing his inner thoughts, Fane drew his Flying Dragon Blade, Zhu. With a firm grip, his armor shifted, merging with flesh and blood. His heart pumped thick plasma, and the high-temperature blood generated a large amount of residual heat. The steam from his body temperature alone melted much of the surrounding snow.

"My strength has increased several times in the past two months. It's been a long time since I've had a truly enjoyable hunt."

Faan said bluntly, "So, if possible, I'd also like to determine the extent of my power and find out more about my shortcomings. I just wonder if you, Kailurel, are willing to fulfill this wish."

After hearing what Fane said, Kalurel seemed to narrow his eyes, paced around Fane twice, and then nodded with interest.

"I can satisfy you, but I can't guarantee that you won't be hurt."

"That's natural."

Faan smiled and nodded, reassuring himself that his perception was correct. Due to his body's structure, Faan couldn't sense Kailure's pheromones. However, as the deity of this land, the weather and climate of the True Ice Valley revealed some of Kailure's inner thoughts.

The cold wind was like a knife, and Fane could clearly sense the discontent within it. The leaden clouds covering the sky were like Kailurel's current emotions, wanting to vent but not knowing how. He couldn't even leave the True Ice Valley, and could only stay where he was, digging a few holes in the earth.

Faan wanted a real battle to test his true strength and find those shortcomings that had been neglected with the rapid growth of his strength. And Kailuerer also wanted to vent his inner dissatisfaction.

It just so happened that Faan was one of the instigators of Ornn's bone theft. Now that Faan had requested a fight, Kalureel felt no burden at all—Faan had a hand in Ornn's bone theft, and now it was Faan's own request to fight. He was still simmering with anger, and once the fight was confirmed, Kalureel jumped into battle with enthusiasm.

Although she is known as the God of Hope, Anivia is also the embodiment of the blizzards in this land.

He lowered his upper body forward, and a surge of cold wind surged out from the core of Kailuxunrel's body. Accompanied by a silent, yet deafening, roar in the spiritual realm, the thick clouds that had covered the sky for a century suddenly burst, and a blizzard of goose-feather-like snowflakes mixed with hailstones the size of goose eggs swept across. In almost an instant, the True Ice Valley was transformed into a doomsday scene!

The ecological changes have indeed occurred. Without a doubt, this is already a destructive force at the level of an ancient dragon.

His heart sank, and Fane no longer hid his feelings. His dragon blood boiled, and a large amount of mad dragon factor was continuously secreted. Fane's eyes were almost replaced by a war-loving frenzy the next moment.

205

Chapter 205: Battle of the Behemoths.

The hunt begins.

Entering the hunting state, this time, Fane had no intention of testing anything. Because even if it was just instinctive perception, Fane could feel the terrifying and almost invincible power in Kailurel.

Blood rushed, scales grew on his body, and the dragon-slaying strengthened lower limbs allowed Fane to burst out with extremely impressive speed in an instant. The moment his feet left the ground, the dragon-breaking slime mold bursting under his feet made Fane's speed increase dramatically in an instant.

Noticing Faan's movements, Kalurel's eyes flashed with surprise. If Faan's strength had previously seemed only moderate to Kalurel's, then with his transformation, Faan's threat had more than tripled.

Unfortunately, this is still not a difficult problem for Kailurel.

Even in its normal state, Kailureel stood at least thirty meters tall. If its massive horns were included, it would have been over forty meters tall, towering even higher than the nearby ice peak. Facing Faan's charge, Kailureel simply lifted his foot lightly before bringing it down heavily. A surging cold light sank into the ground, and the invisible impact radiated outward in all directions.

But Fane didn't slow down in the slightest. His fire dragon wings suddenly spread, riding the storm's trajectory straight into the sky. Hail rained down like raindrops, a horrific natural disaster that was enough to reduce a sturdy Hearth Warrior to a pulp in an instant. This had a slight impact on Fane's movements, but it didn't affect his overall tactical layout.

Facing the direction of the wind, Fane's hand held a blade that had been dyed red by the high temperature of the flames and it fell from the sky towards Kailurel's body!

Click! !1.

It was not the touch of flesh and blood. In fact, even when the collision occurred, Fan couldn't help but grit his teeth and felt a sharp pain in his palm.

Although in front of Ornn, True Ice is a material that can be shaped into any shape he wants, in the eyes of most Freljordians, True Ice never melts, possessing the almost indestructible quality of a divine gift.

And what about Kalureel? He's composed entirely of True Ice. This makes him potentially imprisonable, potentially dangerous, but to truly harm him... Do you think everyone is Ornn? Opening their mouths and spewing primordial fire?

It was precisely because of this that Kalurel had no intention of defending himself, but allowed Fane's attack to fall on him.

Noticing the change in Faan's expression, Kalurel, who had been furious, felt a strange sense of relief. His mature and elegant voice now held a hint of undisguised laughter:

"Do you feel it? You can't even destroy my body. Now give up these thoughts and apologize to me sincerely. I am willing to forgive you."

Faan, landing on the ground, stared at Kalurel with a solemn expression, not expressing any displeasure at Kalurel's teasing. This was hunting, and the only thing to think about was how to defeat and capture the prey. On that basis, joking, teasing, or even pretending to sleep were all meant to confuse the prey and interfere with its judgment.

Seeing that Faan was actually seriously considering how to defeat him, Kailuerer shook his head: "Look at our bodies. My casual walking can cause a shockwave like a natural disaster, let alone facing my attack directly? You are not even as thick as one of my horns..."

After a pause, Kailuerer continued, "Of course, I don't look down on you for this. Being able to face the gods directly shows that you are unique. Well, it doesn't matter if you can't pierce it. It's cute even if it's small."

As he spoke, Kailureer moved the joints of his forelimbs. Then the white marks left on the True Ice disappeared.

But after a moment's silence, a hint of surprise appeared in Kailurel's eyes.

The white mark hadn't disappeared... or more accurately, it hadn't completely vanished. Instead, a faint line remained in its place. Although it was so shallow that it seemed like it would disappear with a simple rub, there was no doubt that Kalurel was injured.

Seeing this scene, Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Able to break the defense... Although it is not very obvious, his attack has reached the minimum level that can wear down the Zhenbing.

"Isn't this great? I've penetrated your defenses."

A smile appeared on Faan's face. After a moment's silence, Kalurel shook his head indifferently.

"A full-strength strike only left a shallow scar like this... well, that's something to be proud of. But what are you going to do next, little one?"

Although he looked nonchalant, Fane could sense from Kalurel's figure the faint trace of a failed attempt to pretend to be cool and a forced attempt to save face after a car accident.

And Faan had no intention of hiding his thoughts.