Monster Hunter from League of Legends

After a pause, Sejuani added:

"I know you're not from the Freljord and may not understand some of our traditions. But I will become the future Warmother of the tribe. It is my mission to form a blood alliance and produce powerful offspring. Otherwise, the tribe will be divided and decline... However, I will consider your feelings as a way of repaying you for saving me. Therefore, I will not allow those weaker than you or cowards to become my blood alliance and taint the bravery and strength in your bloodline."

Hearing this, Faan touched his chin in confusion, looked at Sejuani with a serious expression and said:

"You probably don't know how strong I am..."

Well, in Sejuani's opinion, while Faan was powerful, he wasn't invincible. After all, some large tribes also had inherited artifacts like the Helm of the North's Fury and the Armor of Winter's Coming.

No matter how strong a person becomes, there's a limit to how fast they can grow stronger. Sejuani felt a little sorry for Faan, because Faan wasn't from the Freljord and might not understand this tradition. So Sejuani could only comfort Faan in this way...

But the problem was, Sejuani didn't know, but Fane did. His one-in-a-million talent, his indestructible... fast forward to that insignificant system that was superfluous and added icing on the cake.

Faan knew very well that as long as he didn't take you hunting, he would become stronger, or in other words, evolve at a terrifying speed...

Modesty? No such thing!

You've already failed, but you still don't have this little confidence. How inferior are you?

But this is not easy to explain.

Looking at the serious Sejuani, Faan could only confirm, "Let me make it clear first, I'm not in the habit of sharing my loved ones. So are you really sure of your choice and preparation? Just like you said?"

"I swear to the three Ice Sisters."

"Then there's no way."

As he spoke, Faan also said: "Since you have made the decision, I can't back down... You, get ready!"

Upon hearing this, a blush appeared on Sejuani's face, but she quickly hid it and turned it into a stubborn look that refused to give in.

"I'm an Iceborn on the Freljord glaciers, blowing in the north wind. Who can be prepared?"

Feeling Sejuani's stubbornness, Fane did not answer, but took out a spy from the system warehouse - the blanket of Winter Claw was too hard!

It can be said that it keeps you warm, it feels warm, it is soft and it keeps you warm, and it creates a warm atmosphere... In short, it really keeps you warm!

He covered it with a soft blanket from Monster Hunter World, and Faan pounced on it.

Then he tore it apart suddenly - but it didn't tear.

This made Sejuani cough slightly in embarrassment, and then she took off a pair of thick cotton socks, a pair of thick animal hide snow boots, leather pants, velvet pants, wool pants, long johns, cotton pants, thread pants, thick cotton socks made of different animal hides and furs. She also had coats, outerwear, vests, sweaters, sweaters, underwear made of different animal hides and furs...

By the time they finished taking off their clothes, including the time Fane spent dueling with Kojia, falling into a coma, mistakenly entering the spiritual realm, waking up, the argument between Sejuani and her daughter, and Fane drawing lots and inspecting the spoils, it was already dark.

When Fane extinguished the torch and prepared to go to sleep, the crackling static electricity from the cushions illuminated Fane's handsome profile, which was chiseled with a knife.

But they are just minor incidents, nothing serious.

after all--

TM, Faan had been enduring it last night when Sejuani was doing handicrafts. Now Sejuani is willing, and Faan is not a eunuch. This little episode will not affect the overall situation!

The same goes for Sejuani - the side dish she had been thinking about all night is finally coming to fruition. The delusion in her dream has come true, and she doesn't dislike it at all, she even has some subtle good feelings towards it.

That night, the wind was blowing like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and the rain was smashing the banana leaves, smashing the banana leaves, smashing the banana leaves, smashing the banana leaves.

If you are tired, drink some recovery medicine and take a rest.

Keep smashing the bananas, smashing the bananas, smashing the bananas.

Sejuani and Faan wrestled for the entire night, but ultimately failed to defeat Faan - the recovery potion could restore physical strength, but not the spirit.

But after tasting the sweetness, and always recovering quickly after victory, Sejuani became more competitive.

"Pill! Give me the pill! The golden pill! It must be because you took the pill!"

That's true. After taking the ancient secret medicine, Fane didn't continue the unfinished battle with Gujia. There was indeed a lot of medicine left in his body.

"You mean the ancient secret medicine? Forget it. In your current state, the secret medicine will do... Well, one-third of the secret medicine will be enough."

"Who are you looking down on?!" Seeing Fane preparing to cut the secret medicine with scissors, the strong-willed Sejuani directly snatched the pill and stuffed it into her mouth.

Faan saw it all and took it to heart—some losses are truly one's own fault, you can't stop them. Besides, that little appetizer had barely depleted his basic stamina, let alone the potency of the ancient secret medicine.

However, considering Sejuani's current physical strength, the nutrition provided by one secret medicine is really too much.

Look, his whole body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, just when Sejuani wanted to get up and prepare for the 300th round of battle.

Suddenly, she sensed something, and her expression changed. She clutched her stomach and said, "Wait!"

"...What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Fan asked in confusion.

"The effect of the medicine... is quite strong." Sejuani bit her silver teeth and said unwillingly: "...it's growing again."

"what?"

Faan felt the shocking fusion of Freljord and Monster Hunter.

16

At night, after a day of packing her luggage in a small hut in the valley, Miss Rabbit Alola, who was preparing to go out the next morning, was finally able to lie down in bed and rest for a while.

Although physically exhausted, Alora was actually quite excited. Meeting Faan in the spirit realm today was the first time she'd met someone like her—finally, she'd met someone who could see into the spirit realm like her!

No wonder Allura was so excited and thrilled.

Because the vast majority of ordinary people in this world, from birth to death, are only aware of one side of reality: the material realm where Alola currently resides. But in reality, the world we all know is only half of the world. On the other side of the world, there exists a parallel, even vaster and more mysterious spiritual realm. This realm is unknown and invisible to most people, but it is far more vibrant and vibrant.

Even in a frozen land like the Freljord, which is surrounded by blizzards and ice all year round, there is brilliant and infinite vitality and possibilities in the corresponding spiritual realm.

In this situation, Alora, who was born in the remote Yamu Village of the Vastaya Poni people, felt very lonely because her childhood playmates were a group of invisible little creatures, and her playground was a world that others could not understand.

She could only enjoy herself. Even her parents didn't understand her and always thought that Alola's "friends" were all her imagination...

The only Pony who truly accepted Allura was her aunt. She always listened to her stories with great interest, nurtured her hobbies, and encouraged her to assert her individuality. It was because of this that Allura, who had a lonely childhood, learned to follow her own path and thrive on her own.

But as she grew up and found her new goals and mission, Allura also longed to meet people like herself... or people of the same kind as herself.

And today, I finally found it!

Putting research aside for now, Allura felt like she had so much to talk about with this person she'd never met in the physical realm! Once they became friends, maybe they could even collaborate on research to save spirits!

Thinking in her heart, the excited Allura couldn't help but feel curious - what is her kind doing now?

As soon as this thought came to her mind, Allura couldn't control herself. She was so eager to understand this fellow soul. She thought about it, sensing the spiritual mark she had left on him before he left the spiritual realm...

Mustering her courage, Alora told herself—Just a quick look, just a quick glance! I just want a friend to chat with!

Thinking of this, Allura escaped into the spiritual realm, wanting to see what her friend was doing.

Allura was stunned for a moment, then felt like she'd been struck by lightning. Her features were clearly rabbit-like, but her fur stood up like a cat's!

What are they doing?! No, I can’t watch! I can’t watch it myself!

……

All right! One more look! Just one more look...

Allura covered her eyes and watched nervously, fearfully, and curiously—

Horse training.

The meaning refers to a horse trained for riding. It typically has a strong back, a full and well-proportioned body, long and plump limbs, and muscles with clear lines, firmness, beautiful posture, and a beautiful gait.

Taming a wild horse is a grueling endeavor. Wild horses are often more stubborn and assertive. This makes the taming process less gentle and effortless than taming a docile horse.

On the contrary, the strong-willed horses, born in the harsh and cold conditions of the northern glaciers, are more stubborn and unyielding. Even if a horse is forced to ride without permission, it will continue to resist, trying to pin the trainer down and take control.

This requires a more powerful counterattack to make the wild horse aware of the difference in strength and learn to obey and serve.

During this process, without the saddle and bit that are put on after familiarity, the horse trainer can only pull the horse's mane with his hands and use the whip or slap the horse's buttocks hard with his hands to declare his sovereignty.

During this process, the horse will continue to tire, give up, and then try to fight again after recovering. An experienced horse trainer needs to allocate his energy reasonably.

But this horse trainer is different. He is completely a dealer and has no idea of ​​allocating physical energy. Instead, he uses violence to tame the horse through continuous and tough riding.

The process of conquering such a wild horse is exciting, and the fierce collision makes people's blood boil.

The skin of a fine horse like this isn't as delicate as a greenhouse flower, but rather solid and tough from years of training. Even if the trainer rides it to the point of wiping it out, even if its muscular and defined body is already limp, its mouth remains stubborn, even if it's reduced to a puddle of mud, it still clings on, refusing to admit defeat...

But the man who got to the horse was mighty and strong.

Under continuous riding, but compared to the unwilling mouth, the Northland Fiery Horse's body was very honest. Even if the mouth was still stubbornly unwilling to admit defeat, the body had already confessed directly countless times.

……

The first time ended like this.

The second first time, the third first time, and the fourth first time all ended together.

The next day, at noon, as Sejuani fell into a contented sleep, Fane, who had been busy all night and a whole morning, also let out a sigh.

He wiped away the sweat, removed the sweat-soaked blankets, and replaced them with clean, dry sheets. Looking at Sejuani, who had fallen into a deep sleep with a look of tiredness and satisfaction, Faan kissed her forehead. Then he stood up, drank three bottles of large recovery potions, and dressed, ready to go out for some fresh air...

Now the whole house smells of sweat, hormones, and heather.

I knew the secret medicine was powerful, but I hadn't expected it to be this potent. No wonder the pharmacist had repeatedly warned me not to take too much before I passed the test. Anyway, this was the first time Fahn had seen a medicine that could even repair something like that...

The technology of the ancient dragon people is indeed unfathomable!

as well as……

Sejuani tastes really good.

Walking out of the corner room, Fane saw a few little girls and old ladies watching from a distance. After noticing Fane coming out, they were all shocked and then scattered.

Every tribe has such a person, similar to a mother-in-law, who is responsible for supervising the process of the young master and the young wife on their wedding night. However, in the Freljord, they need to make sure that the "blood alliance" that is extremely powerful on the battlefield is brave enough on other battlefields.

Although they left quickly, Fane still saw many people looking at him with inexplicable shock in their eyes.

"Wow, this is indeed the blood alliance chosen by Mother Zhan for Sejuani. Too strong..."

"Sejuani is indeed the one who inherited the bloodline and bravery of the War Mother. She has managed to persist until now."

"Do you think he has any secret recipe? After all... if that's true, it would be too scary..."

"She'll definitely be pregnant, right? I hope the child can inherit this brave bloodline."

Hearing the vague discussions among the crowd, Fane seemed a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't say much. Because in this primitive tribe, fertility worship is extremely common.

In the eyes of tribesmen, bravery in battle and bravery in blood are often the same. People believe that a warrior who is brave on the battlefield is just as brave in bed, and the children born can inherit the bravery and strength in his blood.

Especially in the Freljord, a place with polyandry, the pregnancy of an Iceborn woman is the most important priority for every tribe. If the child is fragile and does not survive to see its name day, it is tantamount to a loss of fighting power for the tribe.

Especially the Warmothers, whose blood allies were chosen from the best. However, this time, even in the eyes of the old women of the tribe, Sejuani's first blood allie was a little too brave...

Even if the Warmother's six blood allies attacked together, they wouldn't be able to hold out until now, right? And then again...how did Sejuani hold on?

Their curiosity was pointless. Faan wouldn't sell the secret potion because he had a very limited supply. Most importantly, it wasn't available in a fixed way, but only through a lottery. Even in the Monster Hunter world, there were only a handful of hunters who could use it.

Don't be fooled by the in-game variety of Blue Star's gear, where you can casually pick a few lucky Ancient Dragons and make them into mini skirts and vests. But in reality, in Monster Hunter World, there are very few people who can wear a complete Fire Dragon set like Faan. Forget about anything else, even the ancient secret medicine Faan once consumed—most Hunter Guild members have only heard of it, never seen it.

After all, the rarity of Fire Dragon Armor is 4, while the rarity of Ancient Elixir is 5, the highest rarity for a consumable item.

As for the Blue Star...

Where did the extraterritorial demon come from? I've never heard of it.

Arriving directly at the War Mother's corner room, Fane saw Gujia talking with an old woman from the tribe as soon as he entered. Noticing Fane's arrival, Gujia's eyes were filled with wonder.

Not only Kojia, but also Sejuani's sworn fathers were stroking their beards and looking at Faan, as if they were amazed that there was someone in this world who could be so brave in this regard.

"Obviously, you have brought us another surprise." Gujia said concisely:

"A warrior who is valiant on the battlefield may not necessarily pass on that bravery in bed. But to be so brave in bed, even if your strength is questionable for the time being, the potential in your bloodline is still obvious. Not to mention, you are already very powerful."

17

Gujia was very satisfied with Fane.

Not only is he brave enough on the battlefield, he is also brave in bed.

Don't blame Gorkiah and the others for thinking this way. There's a reason the Freljord is considered barbaric and uncivilized by people from other regions—here, strength manifests in a single, singular form: bravery.

Only the brave and powerful could plunder enough supplies from this icy plain to sustain their tribe. It could be said that the entire Freljord, in Malor's theory of needs, always ranked at the bottom of the physiological needs hierarchy. Things like social needs and self-actualization were only considered after food and clothing were met.

Fane can fight on the battlefield, fight in bed, and is also proficient in hunting and fighting... In any tribe, he is a very eye-catching and popular commodity!

Although Fan was a little bothered - he had only known Sejuani for two days, but they were already so familiar with each other.

Fann knows Sejuani's strengths and weaknesses, and Sejuani knows Fann's strengths and weaknesses.

But Gujia didn't care at all. He even said he was very satisfied - at least, his useless daughter had added a powerful fighting force to the tribe!