Monster Hunter from League of Legends

25

Chapter 25: Youth Great Learning.

The surprise on Garen's face was not a deliberate act to please Fabien.

In fact, any war cannot be separated from food - good food can greatly boost morale in a short period of time, which is why soldiers can get a delicious meal in every war.

It can not only replenish sufficient physical strength for high-intensity combat, but also improve morale and increase combat efficiency.

There are simply too many similar energy-boosting foods in the army. Although Garen does not have access to opioids and drugs due to the level of industry, Demacia still provides soldiers with coffee, tea and other foods to boost their energy.

Galen knew very well that although coffee and tea could greatly increase energy in a short period of time, as time passed, as the nutrients (caffeine) in them were metabolized, people would quickly return to a more intense state of fatigue.

And now, Garen can clearly feel that his physical strength and energy are not improved in a short period of time, but the feeling of waking up naturally after a deep sleep of just the right length.

There was no fatigue brought by long sleep, nor was there a brief boost from energy-boosting food. The muscles that were overdrawn and fatigued by continuous nightmares were like rusty chains that were being maintained. The comfortable feeling made Garen realize almost immediately the terrible effect it could have in war.

At the same time, Galen also had some doubts in his heart——

They are both energy potions, but the ones from Freljord are too pure, right?

It's worthy of being a place where ice is everywhere.

Although it was unknown if this had any negative effects, judging by the fact that Fane had simply taken it out and offered it to everyone, even if there was a problem, it shouldn't be a big deal. Because this matter concerned the diplomatic relationship between the two countries, Galen didn't believe that the mature, steady, honor-loving, and extremely powerful Fane would resort to such a despicable method.

On this basis, such an energy potion... an iron army that needed no sleep, never tired, and never hungry would be any enemy's nightmare. To be fair, if Garen had this energy food, he would never use it, but would carefully hide it, only to catch the enemy off guard and give them endless surprises when necessary.

But think about it...

Oh, and the Freljord army can use portals.

That's fine.

Scratching his head, Garen felt that compared to the military force of the portal that could be deployed at any time in important cities such as the heart of other countries' capitals, the potion that only boosted energy didn't seem to be a big deal.

No matter how you look at it, this portal that opens and closes at will is terrifying. Even with just a rough idea, Garen can instantly construct dozens of tactical arrangements that are almost impossible to counter on the battlefield.

But even so, the energy booster still has unlimited potential.

Meanwhile, other fearless pioneers who had drunk the energy potion also felt the effects and were all surprised.

Faan seemed very casual. He poured the energy potion into a cup and handed it to the curious Lux. Faan said:

"A good hunter must patiently set and wait for prey to fall into a trap. Maintaining energy and stamina for extended periods of time is a must for every hunter. But rather than that, let's talk about demons first... How much do you know about Fosbury?"

Hearing this, everyone suppressed their curiosity about the magical effects of these potions. Instead, after a brief pause, Garen on the side briefly recounted the battle between his great-grandfather Fosian and the devil.

There is not much surprise about this, but it can be felt that Galen and others do not have a very deep understanding. In most cases, they just treat it as a heroic story without a deeper understanding.

"It's not the story we need to know...at least not right now."

Faan said calmly, "What we need to understand is the prey, its habits, its tribe, its instincts, and its movement patterns. In other words, we need to understand the ecology of the demon."

After hearing what Fane said, Galen and the others looked at each other, feeling somewhat confused about what Fane said.

This cannot be blamed on them, because Demacia does not have any courses or education specifically on magic - even someone like Lux does not have the right to receive magic education, let alone education about ancient life forms such as "demons".

While Garen was still puzzled, the sound of pencils scraping against wood pulp paper could be heard nearby. He instinctively turned to look. With her head lowered, Xiaona silently recorded the information. She first wrote down the word "demon," then noted its ecological characteristics, including habits, population, instincts, and trajectory, below.

This focused attitude made Galen and the others beside him feel ashamed, but they also realized that what Fane was about to say was all valuable information. Without giving it much thought, Galen immediately asked for pen and paper, then closed the doors and windows to study and take notes.

Looking at the serious attitude of Galen and others, Fan felt quite satisfied.

The Freljordians were called barbarians for a reason. At least, up until now, with the exception of a few like Alora, Faan had barely seen a single person eager to learn. Most of the tribe's knowledgeable people were shamans or priests. Teaching them to communicate with animal spirits was easy, but getting them to systematically learn was practically impossible.

But there's nothing that can be done about it. The material foundation determines the superstructure, and the Freljord's development can only be achieved step by step.

While thinking about this, Fane was not idle, and continued to popularize science about Rune Wars, demons, and related magic knowledge.

When they first heard this knowledge, the faces of the fearless pioneers beside them were filled with panic and anxiety, unsure whether they should continue listening. But Garen was not too worried - he had the doors and windows closed to prevent others from knowing that they were discussing magic here.

Somewhat unexpectedly, Lux, who had just dropped by, burst into great enthusiasm during this "study session".

Lux recorded almost everything Fane said, and then asked many questions out of curiosity - this was the first time Lux was able to talk freely about magic knowledge with others.

Although it was about demons, rather than the light magic that she loved and wanted to know the most, Lux was still excited and thrilled about it.

Lux's excitement also attracted the attention of some people, such as the Fearless Pioneers.

However, considering Lux's last name, they simply dismissed it as a young girl's curiosity and didn't think much of it. Meanwhile, Garen's brows furrowed ever deeper, seemingly troubled by the demon's question...

"If you have any questions, you can come to my room during the break."

Faan looked at Lux with a smile: "It's just right for me to take extra classes with Xiaona."

Lux cheered.

Xiaona curled her lips silently.

26

Chapter 26 Savagery.

Regarding the ecology of demons, Faan himself did not know much about it. But that was the fun of studying ecology.

"Demons were born from the extreme emotions of the Rune Wars. According to historical texts found in the Freljord Frostguard Vault, during the Rune Wars, many nobles and rising warlords of Valoran reached the pinnacle of extravagance."

"And the emotions of the material realm affect the spirits of the spiritual realm. These spirits may not have had subjective consciousness at first, but with the end of the war, people's lives have returned to a relative balance. Even if the war still exists, its intensity will be greatly reduced with the disappearance of the World Rune. In this situation, the evil spirits in the spiritual realm will starve due to the lack of extreme emotions to feed on."

"Thoughts and thoughts in the material realm can influence the spiritual realm. Naturally, evil spirits in the spiritual realm can also influence the material realm. Under normal circumstances, they cannot pass through the veil between the two realms. However, with the intensification of extreme emotions, there will always be some powerful consciousnesses that gradually master the ability to force through the veil, or lucky evil spirits that find loopholes in the veil and accidentally pass through the veil."

"Once entering the material realm, these evil spirits become demons. They will constantly hunt for food, the extreme emotions that gave rise to them."

Fine spoke methodically, presenting both information he knew and speculation based on it. He would explain which information was certain and which remained to be considered.

This detailed and pragmatic approach was also recognized by Garen and others. Although discussing magic in Demacia was considered a serious heresy, Garen believed it was necessary - if one wanted to kill an enemy, one should at least know who the enemy was and what their goal was. Otherwise, indiscriminate killing would only make an already dire situation worse.

Meanwhile, Xiaona could clearly sense that despite her teacher's shady conduct, he was undoubtedly a master of hunting. In particular, everything the teacher was saying was based on reasonable inferences based on a wealth of known facts. Xiaona relished the feeling of constantly acquiring the knowledge and skills she needed.

Learning requires a balance between work and rest. After two hours of lecture, Faan paused and said, "Let's end the lesson here for today. If the goal is simply to find the demon's trace, then these knowledge points are more than enough."

Hearing this, Garen rubbed his brow and nodded, then exhaled and said, "It's been a long time since I felt like I was learning this way... I just didn't expect that demons were born during the Rune Wars. These magical creatures really are... Sigh."

Compared to Garen's humble and eager-to-learn attitude, the other Fearless Vanguards beside him were in a different mood. Some felt they had learned a lot, while others were filled with worry.

Facing the gazes of their colleagues, Varya and her twin brother Rodion said with distressed expressions: "We joined the army because we didn't want to study..."

After finishing the lesson, Faan looked at the few Fearless Vanguards standing nearby. When he saw Varya and Rodion, a hint of thought crossed Faan's eyes, and he asked, "Are you from the Freljord?"

Hearing this, the brother and sister, who were originally worried, were slightly startled, and then asked: "How did you see that?"

"smell."

Faan pointed to his nose and said calmly, "The smell of Freljordians is different from that of people from other regions. To resist the cold, even ordinary people in Freljord have an extra breath of ice magic in their bodies."

After hearing Faan's words, Varya and Rodion exchanged a glance. Although nothing happened on the surface, they were clearly nervous for a moment. Varya whispered, "We are not from the Freljord. We just grew up on the border of Demacia."

"Killed any Freljordians?"

Fain asked bluntly.

After hearing what Fane said, several fearless pioneers beside him became alert involuntarily, especially Rodion. After realizing that Fane was always staring at his sister, his hand under the table even fell on the dagger.

But before Rodion could make a decision, he felt a big, generous hand fall on his.

Turning around, he saw that it was none other than their leader, Galen.

Looking at Rodion with a nervous face, Garen shook his head. Others might not understand, but having witnessed Faan's battle with their own eyes, Garen knew very well that if Faan wanted, no one here would be able to walk out alive.

"Don't be so nervous."

Faan said calmly, "The new Freljord is a civilized entity, not the barbaric tribes of the past. Speak directly, so that I can know your strength."

After hearing what Fane said, Varya and Rodion looked at each other, and then Varya told about her past with Rodion.

It's said to be the past, but in fact it was their achievement that allowed them to join the Fearless Pioneers.

The Fearless Vanguard is a role model for all Demacia soldiers. This force of just over a thousand people can be said to be one of the strongest mortal forces in the entire Runeterra, and almost every one of them is a famous hero in Demacia.

For example, Valya once led the charge onto the decks of the Sea Wolf fleet in Dornholde, on the southern border of the Freljord and Demacia, setting their raiding ships ablaze. She nearly died in the battle, but she succeeded in slaying the leader of the Lokfar berserkers. Rodion also sailed north and set fire to the Freljord town of Frosthaven Harbor as a warning to any raiders who dared to venture south.

The Sea Wolf Fleet is nothing more than a group of raiders in Fane's eyes.

But Frosthaven was different. It was once the capital of the Avarosan tribes, and held a preeminent position. Yet, in Demacia, he was still a member of the Dauntless Vanguard, a testament to the exceptional individual quality of the Dauntless Vanguard.

"If it were Sejuani, she would have me hang you from the bow of the ship as a warning to others."

After hearing Fahn's words, no one commented. Fahn didn't say much either, simply standing up, pulling out the dagger from Rodion's waist that had nearly been pulled out, and then, as everyone's vigilance turned to horror, pressing it into a solid iron ball with his bare hands.

"But you can rest assured, because Ashe is tolerant enough and always wants to change the barbaric status quo of Freljord."

27

Chapter 27 Big Cargo.

After pressing the dagger into a solid iron ball, Fane placed it on the table without taking any further action.

However, after seeing Faan's power, the eyes of the people around him were obviously different when they looked at Faan.

The Dauntless Vanguard were Demacia's elite, but no matter how elite they were, they weren't invulnerable. And what about Faan? He didn't bend the blade to form a ball of steel by twisting it, but by gripping the hilt with one hand and thrusting it into the palm of his other hand. The Demacia silversteel blade, sharp enough to sever hair with a single blow, was deformed by Faan's palm like clay. And then, like plasticine, it was molded into a ball of steel...

Although they didn't say anything, everyone had already sensed Faan's power from the side, and as a result, they paid more and more attention to the information Faan provided.

As he was looking at everyone with a smile, he suddenly felt something and stood up and said, "I'm going to go out for a while."

Watching Faan walk out, Garen nodded and said to the fearless pioneers beside him: "That's great. Let's quickly sort out the information we have received and exchange ideas with each other to see if there is anything we have missed."

Looking at everyone, Xiaona stood up directly. Seeing this, Lux asked curiously: "Xiaona, what are you going to do?"

"Looking for a teacher."

Shawna seemed calm.

"Then let's go together!"

Lux nodded excitedly: "I also have a lot of questions to ask Mr. Fain!"

Xiaona frowned silently upon hearing this, but considering that the teacher seemed very interested in Lux, bringing her over might make the teacher happy, she nodded and said, "Okay."

"Then let's go, brother!"

"……Um."

Garen nodded after a brief silence, his expression a little complicated, but Lux didn't notice.

While others noticed, they didn't dwell on it—the Crown Guard family's reputation wasn't built on empty talk, but rather on generations of people defending it with their lives. Cases like Fossian's, where he sacrificed himself to protect the people, were countless within the Crown Guard family. Almost every Crown Guard patriarch fought on the battlefield until the very end, shielding the evacuation of the main force and civilians, using their identities as bait to draw the local army in pursuit.

It was Xiaona who noticed the change in Garen's expression. She glanced at Lux, who was standing beside her in the sunshine, and suddenly had a guess in her mind, but she didn't say anything more. She took Lux and followed Faan's departing figure.

"Mr. Fine!"

"teacher."

Hearing the voices of the two people behind him, Fain nodded and then said, "Why did you come out?"

"I have some questions to ask."

As Xiaona spoke, she glanced at Lux beside her and said, "Lux too."

In response, Lux laughed and made a "yeah" gesture, as if she realized that her attitude was a little too enthusiastic and looked a little embarrassed.

"Ha, it's okay, let's go."

As he spoke, Faan's voice suddenly stopped. After a brief silence, Faan's eyes narrowed slightly, as if sensing something, and then he said, "Speed ​​up, the smell has changed."

As he spoke, before Lux and Shauna could react, Faan grabbed one of them and held them in his arms, dashing off in a certain direction. Lux didn't feel anything, but she felt a little nervous and excited about being suddenly held in his arms. From Faan's expression, it was obvious that he had discovered something very serious. This was her first time participating in such an operation so deeply, and Lux ​​felt extremely excited.

In contrast, Xiaona forced herself to calm down quickly after a brief whimper.

Although they were held on both sides, compared to Lux, who was held normally, Shawna could clearly feel that not only her buttocks, but also her entire valley, were being supported by a large hand. As they ran, rough fingers rubbed back and forth, and Lux ​​was right beside her, Shawna had to suppress her physical reaction and wondered if Faan had done it on purpose.

But Faan didn't seem to care at all.

His eyes were full of seriousness, and the senses all over his body were intensified under the influence of the Crazy Dragon Factor, constantly sensing the deliberate pheromone residues in the air.

Meanwhile, in a woodshed in Fosbury, a man crouched in a corner, his head in his hands, trembling constantly. His not-so-thin figure was covered in cold sweat, his skin was pale, and his short blond hair, wet from the rain, resembled mud trampled by horse hooves.

Suddenly, someone pushed the woodshed open, causing the man to tremble violently.

A blonde woman, about the same age as the man, looked pale and haggard like the others in Fosbury. She glanced around, and upon seeing the man huddled in the corner, a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes. She then quickly walked in and spoke.

"Da, Dayan? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"