Monster Hunter from League of Legends

But Fane was obviously not concerned: "Then call them over and take your teacher away with you."

As they were talking, Fan had already arrived at Xiaona's backyard.

At first, Xiaona was extremely nervous, but after seeing that there was no one in the backyard, Xiaona breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that her teacher had heard the noise and left early.

Thinking in her heart, Xiaona said coldly: "I don't know what you have been talking about all the way, now get out of my..."

Before Xiaona could finish her words, Fane stuffed his index finger and thumb into Xiaona's mouth and forced a twisted smile upward.

"I am a hunter. I know where the prey is hiding better than you, just like now."

Pushing Xiaona aside, Fain wiped his hands expressionlessly.

Through his pheromone perception, Faan could sense that Xiaona wasn't just a submissive girl anymore. Given that, Faan didn't intend to play nice, so he decided to be more direct and use pure numerical values ​​to speak for himself.

Feeling Faan's indifference, Xiaona's heart was filled with anger, and she also wanted to defeat Faan. She knew she couldn't do it.

"So you now place all your hopes on your dear teacher."

Looking down at Xiaona, who was sitting on the ground wiping her mouth, Faan's face was full of casualness. "You're right, because that woman hasn't left here. She's like an old wolf that's strayed from the pack. Although her fangs are still sharp, her body is extremely weak. If she wants to hunt and survive, she can only hide in dark corners and look for her prey when it's at its weakest."

Just as Fane was speaking, a barely audible sound of leaves rubbing against each other came from the bushes nearby.

Immediately afterwards, a fine steel spear made of Demacia silver steel broke through the air.

But Fane didn't care at all. Instead of dodging, he turned his head and looked at the spear that was shooting towards his head.

The sharp spear approached Faan's eye, but just as it was about to touch his pupil, a dense layer of scales grew from the corner of his eye. Then, like a lizard, the nictitating membrane of a fire dragon covered his eyeball. The fine steel spear, as if touching something indestructible, instantly retracted its membrane, disrupting the spear's power. Then, an invisible breeze swept past, sweeping it aside in the direction of the membrane's retraction.

Reaching out to grab the flying spear, Fane exerted a little force with his arm, his blood heated up, and after a brief dragon transformation, the fine steel spear was forcibly turned into an iron ball and thrown to the side, making a small hole.

"But the old wolf didn't know that the fangs she relied on for survival were still fragile and blunt in front of real monsters."

Watching this scene happen, looking down at the spear that had been pressed into an iron ball, even though she knew that Fane was too powerful for her to defeat, Xiaona still couldn't help swallowing.

Xiaona clearly remembered that when she first met Frey, she had easily shot through the head of a frost troll with a bone spear made of branches and animal teeth. But now... even the eyes couldn't be damaged at all?

In fact, Xiaona was overthinking it.

The nictitating membrane, also known as the "third eyelid," is a fold of mucous membrane located on the inner surface of the upper and lower eyelids at the inner corner of the eye. It can move upward or diagonally to cover the eye, thereby moistening and protecting the eyeball. This is commonly seen in lizards in deserts and birds in high-altitude flight, where the nictitating membrane protects the eyeball from wind and sand damage. The nictitating membrane is largely degenerate in mammals. For example, humans can only moisten their eyeballs by blinking because the nictitating membrane has degenerated into an immobile semilunar fold.

The chances of such soft tissue successfully blocking a high-speed spear were slim, but with Faan's concentration, he easily disrupted its trajectory at the right moment. And that so-called invisible breeze was actually derived from the compressed wind currents of the Steel Dragon attribute... Unfortunately, it all happened too quickly. At least from what Xiaona could see, Faan simply motionlessly blocked the high-speed spear with his eyes, then crumpled it into a ball of scrap metal.

Hiding in the shadows, Frey saw her long-planned attack easily thwarted by Faan, who even calmly crumpled the fine steel spear into a ball of scrap metal. A flicker of fear flashed across Frey's eyes. But then, deep-seated hatred filled the middle-aged woman's eyes.

Opening her mouth, blessed by the spirit of the beast, Frey's voice came from all directions toward Faan.

"Did the Frost Witch send you here? To hunt me down?!"

"Don't think too much."

Upon hearing this, Faan shook his head: "With your limited abilities, you're not enough for Lissandra to take you seriously."

"How dare you mention her name! Humiliate me!!"

Frey's voice was filled with hatred, which frightened Xiaona. Because in the past, Frey had always been a gentle, wise, motherly teacher.

And now...

"Roar!!!"

With a low growl, Frey leaped from the nearby bushes. Far from her gentle demeanor before, her eyes now gleamed with an icy blue light. Her slightly emaciated frame bulged with muscles, her long white hair fluttered in the wind, and her wrinkled face was filled with hatred and ferocity.

With his hands open, a pair of icy claws extended from his ice-blue arm guards like Wolverine.

"I will have revenge! On you and your dark master!!"

"Correction, I am the master."

After some jokes about the little romance between husband and wife, Fahn's body suddenly swelled up.

If at the beginning, Fane, wearing armor, was only less than two meters tall, then almost in an instant, Fane's body expanded to more than three meters.

The arm covered with hard scales fell from above, and before it could get close to Fane's body, Frey was pressed directly into the mud.

The moment she saw Fane transform, Xiaona, who was originally uneasy, raised the crossbow placed beside her without hesitation.

7

Chapter 7 Alarm.

If Xiaona was more frightened by Fen's appearance before, now after seeing Fane turned into a dragon man, Xiaona's eyes were filled with deep hatred.

With a whoosh, the Holy Silver Crossbow bolt pierced the air, accompanied by a humming vibration. The arrow, laced with Forbidden Magic Stone fragments, could easily pierce three layers of leather armor. Fane didn't even turn to look. The Holy Silver Crossbow bolt was deflected from its original trajectory the moment it approached Fane's body by a strong gust of wind.

While being pressed to the ground by Fane, Frey shouted to Shauna who was holding a crossbow beside her, "Hurry up! Go!"

Then, the cold light in his eyes grew brighter. With an incomprehensible growl, his suppressed body suddenly became elusive and flew out through the crack in Faan's palm.

Unfortunately, before it landed, Faan's body appeared behind Frey like a ghost, pushed by the wind.

Seeing this, a hint of fear flashed in Frey's eyes, and then she swung her claws without hesitation to slash behind her.

But before the attack could reach Faan, Frey felt a pain in her abdomen, and was knocked out of control by a punch, knocking down countless miscellaneous objects before hitting the wall and sliding to the ground.

Feeling the pain all over her body, Frey didn't care. She just glanced at Xiaona with a complicated look as if she remembered something, and then growled: "It's not over yet!"

As she spoke, the shadow beneath Frey began to expand, covering her entire body as Shawna stared in disbelief. In just a moment, she transformed from a weathered middle-aged woman into a giant wolf, as tall as a human.

Seeing this scene, Fan was not surprised, but Xiaona's face was full of disbelief, as if a little animal that had lost its parents was abandoned again after being adopted.

But now Frey had no time to pay attention to the hesitation on Shauna's face. She just stared at Faan, who had a helpless look on his face, baring his fangs and making a whining sound.

And Faan was really helpless: "Let's calm down. As long as you are willing to tell me how to find the devil, I will let you go. How about it?"

"You Frost Witch's dog!"

Filled with deep-seated hatred, Frey had no intention of wasting time with Faan. Transforming into a giant wolf, she pounced at Faan at alarming speed. Faan, however, shook his head in a slightly bored manner. "The farce ends here."

As he spoke, Faan, looking at the giant wolf charging towards him, unleashed a punch. A burst of fire accompanied by a mixture of dragon-crushing slime and the exploding scales of the Exploding Dragon, sent Frey, who had just transformed into a giant wolf, reverting to her original form before she could say anything else.

But at this moment, Xiaona, holding her breath and holding a dagger, suddenly rushed towards Fane - although she couldn't understand why the holy silver crossbow arrow she shot couldn't hit Fane, Xiaona was unwilling to give up.

Unfortunately, this bravery was useless in front of Fane. He let the dagger pierce his body, and as the sharp blade and scales collided, a slight spark was produced. Fane turned around and grabbed one of Xiaona's legs and lifted it in front of him.

Like a salted fish hanging upside down, Xiaona, feeling weightless, did not panic, but calmly tried to swing her sword. Unfortunately, Xiaona was at an absolute disadvantage in terms of height and arm length. After three consecutive swings, she failed to reach the corner of Faan's clothes.

Instead, Frey, who was standing by, saw this scene and shouted with horror: "Stop!"

"Tell me how you found the demon."

Faan said bluntly: "I'm not interested in you, but I'm very interested in how you found the devil."

"I said."

Frey stared at Shawna in Faan's hands: "But you have to ensure Shawna's safety first."

Hearing this, Fane nodded and said "No problem", and threw Xiaona directly to Frey.

But when she fell into Frey's arms, there was no intimacy on Xiaona's face. Instead, her expression became cold after seeing Frey's concerned eyes. Then she stood up and stepped aside, staring at Frey without saying a word.

Seeing this, after a brief silence, Frey said: "I am a shaman. Only by cursing myself can I fight against the Frost Witch..."

Frey explained in a panic, but Frey did not notice that the respect and dependence on Shawna's face were no longer there. The cherishment that she once regarded Frey as a mother disappeared when she saw Frey transformed into a demon wolf.

Suddenly, Shawna pounced on Frey. This made Frey think that Shawna had forgiven her. But it was not until Shawna came into her arms that Frey saw that Shawna's eyes were filled with indifference, and hidden in her sleeve was a sharp silver arrow.

That was supposed to be the weapon Shauna used to assassinate Fane - Frey quickly realized this, but facing the indifference and determination in Shauna's eyes, Frey only felt a pain in her heart.

It wasn't that the silver arrow pierced her heart, because before the silver arrow touched Frey, Fane's iron boots kicked Shauna away.

"Shauna!"

Seeing this scene, even though Shawna just wanted to kill herself, Frey still cried out in pain, then looked at Faan angrily: "You said you would ensure her safety!"

"But the condition is that you give me the means to find the demon."

Fain raised a finger and said, "Also, speaking objectively, I feel that Xiaona's mental state is a little abnormal. You'd better not have too high expectations of her."

After being kicked by Fane, Xiaona, lying on the ground, was bent like a shrimp, but along with the pain in her body, a flush of excitement and morbid fanaticism flashed in her eyes.

"You can't run away... Not even one of you can run away!"

Gritting her teeth, the heavy kick still prevented Xiaona from standing up. Severe pain emanated from her abdomen, and her twitching stomach caused clear saliva to flow from the corners of Xiaona's mouth, even though she hadn't eaten since getting up early in the morning.

Reaching out her hand, Xiaona pulled a rope on the eaves behind her, and then the copper bell at the door made a noise, like an alarm.

Xiaona grinned and gritted her teeth:

"None of you can escape! Everyone will know what happened here. The Demacia soldiers will kill you all without a burial place! Damn the mage, damn the black mage!"

After hearing Xiaona's words, Fan ignored her and just said to Frey: "Where are the things?"

"..."

In silence, Frey glanced at Shawna who was looking at her with hatred. She felt a pain in her heart and silently took out a palm-sized booklet from her arms and handed it to Fan.

A moment later, Demacia's soldiers arrived quickly.

-

I've seen some readers complain about the slow progress and the heavy explanations. There's nothing we can do about it, really. The new regions have different customs and cultures, especially the Freljord and Demacia, one still in the tribal era, the other already a feudal autocracy. Add to that the attitudes towards magic, and there's definitely a lot of groundwork to be laid. As for the slow progress... well, it's not really about the progress, it's more about the lack of updates. Mondays and Tuesdays are my family time, so updating at awkward times is unwise, especially since today is New Year's Eve. Tomorrow, once everyone's back at work, I'll be back to updating.

There's one more tonight.

8

Chapter 8 Welcome.

For Fane, although Shawna was quite interesting, it was not worth Fane making a trip alone.

The main reason why I came to find Xiaona was to experience the customs and culture of Demacia.

Of course, for Faan, the local customs and practices he wanted to experience were certainly not peaceful and harmonious, or simple folk customs. Instead, they were something that Freljord lacked... demons.

These spirit-realm creatures are nearly extinct in the Freljord, especially in the northern Freljord. In that wild land, beyond the beasts of the physical realm, even the spirit realm boasts nature spirits and demi-gods of the wilderness. Furthermore, the Freljordians' spirits are exceptionally stubborn in their extreme environment, so even a single bite of the spiritual food they offer can feel like a punch.

Another issue is the high threshold—the Freljordians, taught from childhood to endure hardships, struggle to provide high-quality extreme emotions. It's like the ice wanderers who, after their tribe's fall, wandered to the Noxian border, only to leave without hesitation after hearing the guidance of the three sisters. Although the Freljordians learned patience and acceptance early on,

Demacia was different. In terms of the simplicity of its people, Demacia was second only to Ionia before the Ionian War. While Demacia, which values ​​meritocracy and aristocracy, had its share of unworthy nobles, these constituted only a small minority, resembling a medieval utopia only imagined by humans.

Especially since Demacia is not like Ionia where all kinds of monsters and demons have spirits, and there is also the Order of the Kinkou to maintain the balance between the two realms and hunt down the blind evil spirits - plus the Forbidden Stone prevents some weak demons from entering Demacia, so for the demons who can enter here, Demacia is a free luxury buffet.

In this case, as a monster hunter, if you don't hunt the Demacia's specialty demon, you would be unworthy of your identity as a Faan hunter.

Taking the booklet from Frey, Fine read it quickly and carefully. Because he flipped through the pages so quickly, Frey beside him even suspected that Fine was pretending. But even so, Frey still said:

"No teacher, this is the method I've come up with to find those malicious spirits... I've already given it to you, so you have to fulfill your promise and at least let Xiaona leave."

"Ah."

Fine didn't take it seriously.

Frey looked very nervous: "Shauna doesn't know anything about the Ice Witch. She's not even from Freljord. She's just learning from me..."

"Come on, look at the look in the eyes of the girl you're protecting."

Looking at the nervous Frey, Fane shook his head indifferently, then raised his chin in the direction of Xiaona.

Having recovered somewhat from the severe pain, Xiaona now had a firm grip on the dagger. She looked at Frey and Faan with eyes filled with hatred and morbid desire. Suddenly, Faan's nose twitched twice, and then a hint of surprise appeared on his calm face. He stared at Xiaona and said, "...Wet?"

Xiaona did not respond, but just held the knife tightly, her eyes filled with desire, and every corner of her body, from the inside out, from the mind to the body, was immersed in the pleasure and impulse of hunting black magic.

Is this even a reaction?

Faan was a little amazed - worthy of being a Demacian, a feast for the demons. This kind of spirit, so easily extreme and prone to collapse, was like a drug to the demons.

"That's a good bait."

Faan commented thoughtfully, "It would be great for making a nest for demons."

As they spoke, a tinkling sound could be heard from outside the door. Following the sound, they saw none other than the Demacia sergeant who had arrived after Xiaona sounded the alarm.

Seeing the mess in Xiaona's backyard, the sergeant's face was filled with shock. Especially after noticing Fain, he solemnly whispered, "Line up! Battle formation! We've received an alert! Xiaona, what happened here?!"

In response, Shawna didn't hesitate at all. She pointed at Fain and Frey and said, "Dark magic! They are all using dark magic! They want to kill me! Kill them! Kill them all!!"

Hearing Xiaona's paranoid voice, the sergeant's face showed a trace of emotion.

He clearly remembered the sunny little girl from the past... but he couldn't blame her. Ever since her parents died, her guardians had left multiple alarms in her home. It was just that the girl had never used them. This meant her spirit was only damaged, but not broken. The sudden use of them now was a serious matter, as it was most likely retaliation from the criminals!

And according to what Shawna just said... black magic?

With his eyes narrowed, the sergeant held a silver-steel sword in his hand and looked at Faan and Frey with vigilance. The soldiers behind him formed a formation and surrounded them.