Monster Hunter from League of Legends

After hearing Faan's words, Ashe stared at Faan suspiciously for a moment. Although she wasn't sure, she glanced at Lissandra beside her. Lissandra nodded calmly and said,

"I'm not sure if this is a Frozen Tear, but the power of hope on it is indeed a power unique to Anivia."

"It's frozen tears."

Ornn said, "The power above is Anivia's power of hope. When Anivia is trapped in the cycle of life and death, only Carolel can use it... Hmm, it's really rare. How about I process it for you? It's free."

Ornn was clearly in a good mood. He leaned against the nearby mountain wall and said, "I haven't forged the power of hope in hundreds of years, and I'm itching to do it."

"No, rather than forging it into weaponry, I would rather know how to use the Frozen Tears to end Estrelle's loss."

Hearing this, Allura beside her nodded excitedly.

Ornn seemed somewhat helpless in response. "You mortals... Ha'Astriel isn't dead, she's simply lost. Everything will be fine once Anivia returns. It's just a matter of one or two hundred years, or even fifty or sixty, or even thirty or forty years. There's no need to waste a precious Frozen Tear like this."

"Great Ornn."

Hearing this, Ashe couldn't help but say, "For mortals, even five or six years is a very long time, let alone a hundred years."

"Ugh……"

Ornn seemed somewhat helpless. He truly struggled to understand some of humanity's imperatives. But there was nothing he could do about it. People often say mayflies live for a moment and die in a night, but to a mayfly, their lives aren't short either.

After thinking it over, Ornn said, "Just give the Frozen Tears to Ha'Astriel. Once she feels the power of hope within them, she'll slowly recover. Well, it should only take a few months, right? By then, Ha'Astriel will be able to return to the material realm."

Ornn spoke with a touch of nostalgia, "I haven't seen Haastriel in thousands of years... She's the symbol of spring. If I remember correctly, her arrival will bring warm winds, moisture, and soft ground to the Freljord, which should be very useful to you."

“Very useful!”

Hearing this, Ashe seemed particularly excited.

The most daunting aspect of the Freljord is the availability of supplies, and this shortage is largely due to the cold. The extreme cold freezes moisture into ice and snow, drying out the ground and making the temperatures unbearable. Consequently, aside from a few plains and lakeside areas, the Freljord's arable land, with its considerable yields, is extremely limited.

If Haastriel could bring warm moisture to the Freljord, it would undoubtedly be a great help to the United Horde as a whole.

Who doesn’t want their home to be prosperous and peaceful every year?

Carrying frozen tears, the group bid farewell to Ornn and then opened the portal to return to Rakstak.

After finishing the work at hand, Fane took a rare two-day rest.

Because of the battle with Kalurel, Fane hadn't been hunting all day these past two days like before—mainly because the aftereffects of the battle with Kalurel were so intense, which significantly increased Fane's threshold for pleasure from hunting in a short period of time. Therefore, the main focus these past two days was partying.

When he was almost recovered, Fan began the next stage of the operation.

"The letter to Demacia is ready."

Ashe, who was lying lazily on the bed, seemed to have remembered something. She propped herself up tiredly, leaned on the cushion at the head of the bed, and tucked her silver hair, which was wet with sweat and muddy liquid, behind her ears. Then she handed the prepared diplomatic documents to Fan, who had just finished an activity.

"So fast?"

Upon hearing this, Fane seemed a little surprised. He walked forward, took the document and began to read. Looking at Fane standing in front of him with his head held high, although he looked a little tired, Ashe still went over to help with the detailed cleaning.

"Actually, you can take a good rest. I'm fine."

"You're leaving soon, so consider it my farewell."

Ashe did not listen to the advice, because the United Horde as a whole had been moving forward steadily during this period.

Faan played an invaluable role in this. Although Faan was unaware of this, and even his reward was simply to make the three sisters do shameless and humiliating things together and say some love words that made them feel humiliated and ashamed, under the surface of shame, he gradually assimilated into Sejuani's sense of release and guilt, and Ashe felt that Faan could also enjoy some more personal rewards.

Reaching out and touching Ashe's head, Fan lowered his head and looked at Ashe who was working hard, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You're right. Then let's call Sejuani, Allura, and the others too!"

Ashe gave Fain a charming look, and with food in her mouth, she also nodded softly.

"Mr. Fine must be having a hard time right now."

Following the Fearless Vanguard warriors over the mountain with difficulty, Lux looked back at the road they came from, her face full of emotion.

When they entered Freljord, it was covered in snow. Now, after returning to Demacia, freezing rain poured down from the north, constantly washing over the jagged mountains. It was as if wildness was the eternal theme of this land, and peace and tranquility would never come here.

Garen shook his head indifferently, saying, "That wild land is vastly different from Demacia. If one wishes to establish a nation there, war and chaos are inevitable... Well, with Warmaster Faan's power, this shouldn't be difficult."

Even now, Garen still can't forget the scene of Fane single-handedly breaking through the important border town of Noxus.

Is that... the power of magic?

2

Chapter 2 Bad Girl.

As for magic, not to mention Garen, the entire Demacia avoids it like the plague.

Roughly a thousand years ago, a dangerous rune, accompanying the fall of a distant realm, drifted to the continent of Valoran. Since then, the world has been plunged into continuous war. A group of refugees persecuted by mages arrived in what is now Demacia and entered the Forbidden Forest. Relying on the special properties of the Forbidden Stone, they fought back and slew the mages who pursued them.

When they discovered the magical effects of the Forbidden Magic Stone, they began to use the special properties of the Forbidden Magic Stone to build their own shelters, thus surviving the long and terrible Rune War with difficulty.

For Demacia, the hatred and fear of magic was the first motivation for the founding of this nation. Just as Volibear, after absorbing the poison of faith, can become stronger, but also suffer damage from it.

Demacia prospered because of this, but now it has to face the bitter consequences of "Magic Aversion". Just like Garen now, even as a fearless vanguard sword captain, Garen's understanding of magic is still superficial.

Because what Faan used wasn't magic at all—it was Monster Hunter biology.

Not knowing what Garen was thinking, Lux beside him said: "Brother, where are we going next?"

"I think someone has already arranged where we're going next."

Galen said as he looked into the distance.

Hearing this, Lux followed Garen's gaze and looked into the distance, where she saw four silver-armored warriors riding white warhorses. Lux didn't recognize them, but she could recognize their armor—it was the armor of the Fearless Vanguard.

The most elite troops in all of Demacia, each one a renowned hero, a fixture in tavern chats across the region. Whether in strength or virtue, they serve as role models for all warriors and citizens of Demacia.

Looking at the warriors running towards him and his group, Garen recognized the identities of the arrivals at a glance and asked, "Diadolu, what happened? Why are you waiting for me here?"

"It's Marshal Tiana's request."

Upon hearing Galen's question, the warrior named Diadolu dismounted and said, "There's been a lot of disappearances in Fosbyro lately. Marshal Tiana sent us here to wait for you to return so we can investigate."

Fosbairo.

Hearing this name, Lux beside her couldn't help but frown.

This caught Garen's attention, and he immediately asked, "Lacus, do you know what happened in Fosbyro?"

"Know something."

Hearing her brother's question, Lux said, "About five years ago, when you left home to begin training with the Fearless Vanguard, I traveled north with the rest of my family to Fosbury to pay respect to the tomb of my great-grandfather, Fossian."

As she spoke, Lux seemed to have remembered something and sighed.

"That memory wasn't a good one. I sighed the entire way. The weather was terrible, with continuous rain. The mountain roads were rugged and covered in gravel. I thought I'd see a magnificent marble mausoleum, but all I saw was a low, grass-covered tomb on the edge of a high cliff."

"I seem to have some impression of what you said."

After hearing Lux's words, Garen's expression looked a little strange.

"Huh? Brother, you knew? But I remember you didn't come."

Lux looked a little surprised.

In response, Garen coughed lightly, then looked off into the distance and said in a motherly, elegant yet slightly helpless tone, "Whenever little Laxana Crown Guard is unhappy, the sky darkens, the rain continues, and the birds and beasts scatter."

"I didn't! Mom is just making things worse!"

Lux waved her hand in dissatisfaction, and the girl's appearance caused Garen and several Fearless Pioneers beside her to burst into laughter.

"Okay, let's set off first and head to Fosbyro. We can also take the opportunity to rest and then go to Secret Silver City."

There are two routes from Demacia into the Freljord: one is through the dangerous mountain roads of Ulwyndale, and the other is along the edge of the mountains through Frosthaven Harbor in the Freljord. Fosbyro is the only way to Frosthaven Harbor, and to the southeast of Fosbyro is Mithril City, the fiefdom of the Crownguard family.

Now that they have returned from Freljord, Garen and Lux ​​had originally planned to go to Mithril City, so a trip to Fosbyro before returning home would just be a good idea.

While Garen and Lux ​​were heading to Fosbyro, on the other side, in a small western Demacia town not far from Fosbyro, on a hidden path, a bluebell was suddenly shaken left and right by the wind or some invisible object. Then the flower on the note suddenly broke free from the branch and solidified in the middle of the air to form an ice-blue portal.

First, a tall figure walked out from the snow and wind, followed by a cat flying out from the air, and finally a book floating in the air.

Putting Yumi on his shoulder, Fane glanced at the surrounding environment with interest.

"You know what? I'm used to the cold weather in Freljord. Now that I'm suddenly in such a warm place, I'm really a little uncomfortable."

"It's too hot, Boss!"

After hearing what Fane said, Yumi, who was lying on Fane's shoulder, shook her body uncomfortably, and then the hair on her body flew all over the sky like dandelions.

"I've already grown some winter fur, so it looks like I need to find a way to get rid of it all!"

Upon hearing this, the magic book beside him began to translate rapidly, which made Yumi unhappy: "Don't laugh! This is a bad book!"

The Demonic Scripture obviously didn't care and continued to fly around Yuumi, turning pages as it flew, obviously saying some sarcastic remarks that Fane couldn't understand.

Without paying any attention to these two idiots, Fane also took a look at the map drawn by Ashe - Freljord knew very little about the countries outside the permafrost. Although Fane remembered the general terrain of Demacia, he did not have a detailed understanding.

For this purpose, Ashe also sent the Eagle of Prophecy to fly over Demacia and drew a relevant map through vision sharing.

If the two armies were facing each other, Ashe with the Eagle of Omen would be like having the entire map unlocked. Furthermore, even if the enemy were to discover it, it would probably be useless, as the Eagle of Omen's flight altitude was beyond the observation limit of many people, not to mention the range of bows and arrows or ordinary magic.

"Where are we going next, Boss?"

Yumi asked curiously.

"Find a bad girl."

Faun was in high spirits.

3

Chapter 3 Shawna Wayne.

In the small town, early morning, it has been almost half an hour since sunrise, and this nameless small town in the west of Demacia has also woken up.

Demacians all adhere to the principles of hard work, perseverance, and diligence. Even in small border towns, people live and work diligently under the guidance of their elders. Though it was still early morning, smoke from the blacksmith's shop emanated from the clanging of iron. The aroma of roasted wheat wafted from the bakery. Several restaurants were already packed, people chatting and laughing as they enjoyed breakfast together before heading out to the farms to begin their work.

Not far from the street, although it was early morning, the sounds of crossbows shooting and weapons swinging could be heard from the backyard.

Hearing this sound, the people who were enjoying breakfast showed a touch of emotion on their faces.

"Shauna is still working so hard."

"Yeah, such a good girl, but she encountered such a thing..."

"Come to think of it, her teacher doesn't seem to be from Demacia?"

"I don't know. Has anyone seen her?"

People were curious and talking about it, but they didn't know much about Teacher Xiaona. Most of what they knew was just hearsay, and they couldn't produce any convincing evidence.

But at this moment, a voice came from the side: "Excuse me, is this Xiaona's home?"

Hearing this, the diners looked in the direction of the voice and saw a very tall, strong and handsome warrior.

The armor he wore looked incredibly heavy; even a rough estimate indicated that an ordinary person wouldn't be able to run in it. The long sword hanging from his back was even heavier, fixed diagonally behind him. Although it looked slender, a closer look revealed that the blade alone was nearly two fingers thick.

Wearing such armor and carrying such a long sword, the man's face showed no burden at all, and there was even a cat standing on his shoulder.

It was none other than Fane.

Noxus's worship of strength is well-known across Runeterra, but the worship of the powerful isn't exclusive to Noxus. Demacia, in particular, has a heightened veneration for powerful warriors. However, unlike Noxus's pure worship of power, Demacians prioritize both strength and the virtues of their warriors. For they are considered heroes because they possess strength, wisdom, and compassion.

Faan, apart from anything else, was definitely good-looking, otherwise he wouldn't have caught Ashe's eye the first time they met—his brows were sharp, his eyes were bright, and his toughness was tempered with a touch of gentleness. He wasn't exactly handsome, but it was hard to dislike him, and it was hard to imagine that someone with such a righteous face was actually a rather humble swordsman.

Deceived by Fain's appearance, the townspeople nearby said, "Yes, this is Shawna's home. But young man, I advise you to be careful. Many warriors have volunteered to help Shawna before, but in the end, they couldn't even defeat Shawna herself and ended up running away in disgrace."

"Haha, I'm not an ordinary person, and I'm here to find her teacher~"

After hearing the words of the residents, Fain seemed cheerful.

Unlike in the Freljord, unless it was in a tavern on the western coast of the Freljord, speaking to others in such a way without any reason would easily cause them to be offended. This was mainly due to the Freljord people's lack of resources, which made them always hostile to others.

This is how poor and bad mountains and rivers produce unruly people.

In comparison, Demacia is a very stable and peaceful environment compared to the entire Runeterra, and the people are relatively simple, friendly and helpful.

After hearing what Fain said, people were not nervous at all. Instead, they asked curiously, "Shauna's teacher? Is that the woman? Do you know her? Where is she from?"

"She's from the Freljord."

Faun replied with a smile.

After hearing Faan's words, everyone who was originally full of curiosity immediately shut up. Then one of them said with an awkward laugh: "Ha, haha... No way? I don't think Xiaona's teacher is that rude."

"She's a Freljordian."