Monster Hunter from League of Legends

Sejuani's graceful form was drenched in sweat, as if freshly pulled from the water. Her figure, brimming with strength and grace, adorned with a delicate allure, radiating from the sluggish sweat. The charcoal fire's dim light made the exhausted, panting Sejuani all the more alluring.

After catching her breath for a moment, Sejuani struggled to smooth her hair. Because she had been so engrossed in the process, her golden hair, which had been tied into a whip, had unfurled and draped behind her head.

Need to change the mattress.

Sejuani glanced at the blanket, soaked with sweat and bodily fluids, and a complex expression crossed her face. The sweat had soaked the blanket, especially the blanket covering her lower body, forming a small puddle on one side.

She gritted her teeth and tried to get up, but her overdrawn body lacked any strength. Like boneless mud, even if Sejuani tried to force herself to stand, she would always collapse back into the quilt at the crucial moment.

"Tsk,"

A faintly helpless gasp echoed from the side, causing Sejuani's eyes to narrow suddenly. She curled up tightly into her blankets, motionless, like a frightened rabbit facing a formidable enemy. Although some suspicions had surfaced in her mind, Sejuani now found she lacked the courage to turn around and face the truth. She could only lie stiffly in her original position, pretending to be asleep.

Unfortunately, this forced calmness was incapable of suppressing the nerves' reflexes. The silence only made the hesitation of the nerves after the collapse more acute.

The brief silence felt so long to Sejuani. But just when Sejuani was about to throw the can at the wall, a pile of bedding fell in front of Sejuani with a dull sound.

After a moment's pause, Sejuani looked up and saw the outline of a giant python. She immediately lowered her head.

"Change the bedding. Even an Iceborn wouldn't feel comfortable sleeping under a wet blanket in this weather."

Sejuani: "..."

Without saying anything, Faan didn't know whether Sejuani was pretending to sleep or trying to do something, so he simply said, "First of all, there is one thing I can confirm: I am a man with normal physical abilities. But you don't have to worry about it. I have my own principles and will not take advantage of others in this regard. Of course, if necessary, you can also take the initiative to invite me..."

"……Need not."

"Ok?"

"I said no."

"Oh, then change the bed and have a good rest. I'll go get glue too."

Faan yawned and crawled back into bed - even if he was equipped with the Ice Resistance Bead, it was not a good choice to move around naked in the Freljord late at night, not to mention that Faan was a nude sleeper.

After a moment of silence, Sejuani said without turning her head, "When?"

"Ok?"

"When did you find out?"

"It was not long after the start," Fain said frankly. "You may think you're hiding it well, but your heartbeat and the familiarity betrayed you. You haven't slept at all."

Hearing this, Sejuani let out a long breath, then stood up, wiped the sweat off her body, changed her bedding and lay down.

"sleep early."

“I should be the one to say this.”

In the past, if someone spoke to her like that, Sejuani would have more or less retorted to let the other person know she wasn't someone to be trifled with. But this time, Sejuani was simply too exhausted. Adding to the shame she felt, her exhausted body barely lay down before she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, at noon, Sejuani emerged from her bed. She finished her previous drink. After a long, deep sleep, she felt refreshed and rejuvenated, feeling like she had been reborn.

But even so, a look at the wet blanket brought a hint of shame to Sejuani's face. She bent down and quickly picked up the blanket. Just as she was about to take it outside and pat it with snow, Faan happened to walk in. Seeing Sejuani picking it up, he greeted her and said, "I'm not going to do that anymore."

"Yo, are you awake?"

"...Hmm." Sejuani took a deep breath, calming her inner excitement. Then, as calmly as possible, she put away the bedding and said, "I'll return this set of bedding to you after I wash it. If you don't want to, I can give you my animal hide blanket. It's not as comfortable as yours, but snow bear fur is warmer."

"That's fine, I still have several sets."

Fane waved his hands. Since it was already so wet, Sejuani should have washed it and sent it back. Seeing the thing reminded him of something else, Fane could no longer continue to cover himself with the blanket with peace of mind - no matter how he thought about it, covering himself with such blankets was too indecent.

"Where are you going next?"

Sejuani glanced at Faan, then lowered her head and said, "I'm ready to return to my tribe. What about you?"

Although it was not very clear, Sejuani could feel that perhaps because of what happened last night, some subtle emotions appeared in her heart.

"Me? Let's take a look. I don't know where to go, so I'll just walk around. It would be great if I could encounter the right monster. Then I can see how powerful the monsters in Freljord are and what kind of monsters there are!"

A single Yeti could provide an Ice Resistance Orb. The Freljord was so vast that there were countless races similar to the Yeti, not to mention the numerous magical True Ice creatures and primitive demigods that roamed outside the natural realm.

Although it is highly likely that Faan cannot defeat this group of natural monsters now, even ordinary creatures of the Freljord are extremely attractive to Faan.

Upon hearing that Faan had no other place to go for the time being, Sejuani blinked and said simply, "If you don't have a place to stay, how about coming back to Winter's Claw with me? I'm sure my mother would welcome a strong man like you to join her."

Hearing this, Faen touched his chin, then said suspiciously, "You... don't have any evil intentions towards me, do you?"

Feeling Faan's suspicion, Sejuani's mouth twitched a few times, and then she gritted her teeth and said, "If you don't want to, you can just say it directly. I won't force you!"

"That's no problem. Let's go, I want to see what the Winter Claw looks like too!"

6

Without a destination, Winter's Claw is indeed a good choice as a stopover.

After putting the packed bedding into the system space, Fane clicked on the Fire Dragon Armor in the warehouse to change his clothes with one click, and Monster Hunter Nuannuan exclaimed that he was an expert.

After packing up his things, Fane glanced at Sejuani, who was using flint and firewood to wet the bedding and destroy the body, and a hint of amusement appeared on his face.

"Are you so anxious to destroy the evidence?"

"Shut up!" After glaring at Faan fiercely, Sejuani took a deep breath and said, "Anyway, let's go, Winter's Claw, that woman's tribe."

When she spoke the latter part, it was obvious that Sejuani clenched her teeth and her voice was filled with strong dissatisfaction.

This did not surprise Fine.

Sejuani didn't like her mother, and Sejuani's mother didn't like Sejuani either.

Because Sejuani is just the product of a political marriage between tribes in the cruel land of Freljord.

But the marriage began and ended coldly. Her mother, the Iceborn warrior Qor'kia of Winter's Claw, ultimately abandoned Sejuani for the man who had stolen her heart years before. Without Qor'kia, the tribe, without a strong young war mother to lead it, gradually fell into chaos and decline.

Since her mother's love-obsessed pursuit of freedom from childhood, Sejuani was raised by her grandmother, Xijian. Despite her efforts to win Xijian's love, she could never meet her grandmother's strict expectations. Even so, Xijian was the only one Sejuani could rely on.

Sejuani thought her grandmother, Xijian, was a good person. Although she was very demanding of her, she at least raised her. Unfortunately, Xijian's abilities were objectively unsatisfactory.

Warmother Glenna of the Avarosa tribe, a long-time ally of the Winter Claw, questioned whether little Sejuani was properly raised by her grandmother. The offended Sijian then directly announced that she would sever all ties with the Avarosa tribe.

Although Xijian later worked hard to govern the country, and the Winter Claw even restarted the war, wanting to regain the land and honor they lost after Gujia left, but unfortunately, under Xijian's command, not only were the lost things not regained, but more and more were lost.

Later, this matter reached the ears of Gujia.

Hearing of her former tribe's repeated misfortunes, Kokia returned to assume her duties as War Mother. Xijian, clearly unwilling to relinquish her power, was disliked by the people of Winter's Claw, who had abandoned the tribe for a wild man. However, Kokia reclaimed her authority through her own strength and expelled Xijian, who, despite losing power, continued to try to regain it.

It is also because of this that Sejuani has never seen Kokia as her mother, but as an enemy, or even a competitor.

"I can see that you hate your mother."

"You don't have to tell me!" Sejuani's face was cold, and she didn't know whether it was because of what happened last night or because Fane mentioned her mother.

However, after taking two steps, Sejuani soon realized that something was wrong.

"Wait, how do you know the woman I'm talking about is my mother?"

"Uh... do you believe my guess?"

"Ok?"

She looked at Faan suspiciously, but seeing Faan's indifferent expression, Sejuani didn't care and turned around and said:

"Forget it, think whatever you want. But you'd better not have any bad intentions. That woman won't show mercy just because I brought you back... She won't even let her own mother go!"

"No, you actually just ignored it so casually?" Faan seemed a little surprised and said behind Sejuani:

"Doesn't it look like spies sent by other tribes to sabotage the Winter's Claw?"

"..."

Looking at Faan speechlessly, Sejuani sighed and said:

"I can see that you are not from Freljord."

"……Um?"

"The blizzard season is over," Sejuani said.

"The next three months are the precious summer. The Winter Claw will split into two parts. One part will farm, fish, hunt, and store supplies. The other part will plunder everything of value and use it for themselves. Only in this way, when winter comes, can we safely drop anchor and stay where we are, enduring the long, cold winter nights until the ice and snow melt again."

"If you're really a spy from another tribe, you shouldn't be looking for me. I'm part of a raiding team. I go wherever the War Mother tells me to go. Otherwise, I'll just raid any weak tribe I see, as long as they're not allies. I have no plan at all, and I'll just let you rush in front and be cannon fodder... I don't even know what I'm doing, so what can you possibly be looking for?"

"...This is truly the law of the jungle, all Freljord-style."

"What's the rule? These things are common sense in the Freljord, even a three-year-old child knows. You're so... innocent now, you're obviously from out of town."

Sejuani curled her lips and said, "Besides, who would be willing to send out a warrior as powerful as you as a spy..."

Sejourni still remembered that even three or five Iceborn and many Hearthborn warriors couldn't deal with the ferocious snowman, but Fane took care of it alone.

Such warriors will be treated like treasures no matter which tribe they come from, and they will try to give birth to more strong children to inherit this powerful bloodline.

Apart from this, whether leaving him to guard the camp to prevent looting from other tribes, or letting him lead a looting team out hunting and looting, it is much better than being a spy.

They chatted and walked all the way, and before long, as they crossed the last mountain, Fane saw the tribe, the Winter Claw, stationed in the valley surrounded by mountains.

Freljord is different from other places. This land is surrounded by mountains, and only the plains and basins surrounded by mountains can be used for farming, fishing and hunting during the three-month summer.

According to the folklore of the Freljord, the plains were carved out by Ornn, hammer by hammer. But legends are just legends, and in this harsh land, few have the time to conduct scientific research to confirm the truth...

Following Sejuani all the way into the Winter's Claw, Fane could feel the difference between the Winter's Claw and other tribes.

The people here were mostly clad in heavy furs and fabrics, and they made every possible effort to utilize whatever supplies they could. Whether it was wild beast tusks, broken enemy spears, sharpened wood, or polished stones, they hung them all on their bodies, unwilling to discard a single thing. The camp was near a river, and Fane even saw several wolf boats returning from the sea, laden with fish.

"Sejuani!"

As he was watching, a warrior covered in thick furs called out dully, "War Mother is looking for you."

As he spoke, the man glanced at Fain and said, "And this man."

7

The Winter Claw's house is very simple. It is made of a pile of wood placed on the ground to form a row of triangles, and then covered with animal skins or other things that can keep warm.

This corner house looked a bit crude, but it was quite warm. The corner house of Winter Claw Warmother Kojiya was more ornate, and the door was decorated with the skull of an unknown giant beast, highlighting its difference from other corner houses.

Walking on the road, Faan looked completely different from any other Winter's Claw, or even any Freljordian. Apart from anything else, his armor, which was covered with no fabric and looked extremely thin, was not something an ordinary person could wear in a place like the Freljord.

Although summer has arrived, the aftermath of blizzard season still lingers. Even in the fertile basin plains, the temperature is currently around -3 or -4 degrees Celsius. The icy armor doesn't retain body heat; it constantly drains it away. This is fatal for ordinary people.

Either this guy was a powerful warrior, wearing warm clothing beneath his armor, or the man Sejuani brought back was a wandering Iceborn.

Along the way, amidst the simple and complex gazes of the crowd, Fane followed Sejuani into the corner room of the War Mother.

While discussing the next plan with others, they heard the sound of the door being pushed open. Sejuani's mother, a middle-aged woman with a strong build and a stern face, also cast a sharp look at him.

Instead of being as sober as a normal mother would be after seeing her child return, Gujia glanced at Faen first, then sneered and said:

"Ha! Look who's back? It's Sejuani, the one who boasted that she could find food for the others and went hunting with a group of warriors, only to anger the Yeti and cause them heavy losses!"

"..."

Sejuani gritted her teeth but didn't object. It was she who had insisted on leading the hunting party out, only to encounter an awakened yeti.

"You're back, and you even brought back a wild man who came from nowhere. But some of those who went out with you haven't come back yet. Lost in the wind and snow in such weather, you know better than me what happened to them."

"I know I will bear their share!"

"It's shameless to talk big."

Watching the mother and daughter exchanging verbal attacks, Faan yawned in boredom. He nudged the burly man in a horned helmet beside him and whispered, "Hey, buddy, are they always like this?"

Hearing Faan's question, the horned-helmeted man raised his eyebrows, then silently distanced himself from Faan - "Who's your buddy? I don't even know you."

Seeing the horned-helmeted man ignore him, Faan didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, he poked the bearded man on the other side and said, "What about you? Do you know who Sejuani's biological father is?"

The Freljord is a matriarchal society, with one mother and multiple sworn fathers. Female descendants with the Ice Bloodline are protected and mentored by all of their sworn fathers. As the only female among Gor'kia's children to inherit the Ice Bloodline, Sejuani was naturally trained from a young age as the future Warmother of the Winter's Claw.

It’s just a pity that due to family reasons, Sejuani’s relationship with her mother is obviously not very good.

The bearded man ignored Faan, but Faan didn't care. Instead, he randomly picked a lucky target and prepared to continue harassing him.

Finally, Kojiya couldn't stand it anymore and pointed at Faan and shouted, "That's enough! You wild man brought back by Sejuani! If you don't know the etiquette, get out of here!!"

"Etiquette? Why does the Freljord need this?" After hearing what Kokia said, Faan didn't take it seriously. He waved his hand and said casually:

"You're just looking for a reason to tell Sejuani off. It doesn't matter if I'm here or not. Come on, let's solve this the Freljord way."

She wasn't intimidated by Kojiya's tone, because she just wanted to teach Sejuani a lesson. Whether it was Faan, Lien, or Linn, Kojiya would take the opportunity to attack anyone Sejuani brought back.

However, Faan wasn't just playing a role in this mother-daughter charade. He was just itching to see what kind of power the Iceborn of this world possessed. So, Faan didn't hold back and got straight to the point.

After hearing what Faan said, Kokia's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and even Sejuani couldn't help but look at Faan who stood up for her, curious about what Faan meant by "solving the problem the Freljord way".