Monster Hunter from League of Legends

"Summer is the most sacred and important time in the Freljord," said Kokia. "During this time, all tribes begin preparing for farming and plunder weaker tribes to obtain more supplies for the next winter."

"Others may not understand the cruelty of the Freljord, but that's okay, because the Freljord never welcomes any cowardice. Now that you have become Sejuani's blood sworn brother, I also hope that you can shoulder Sejuani's responsibilities and bring more food reserves to the tribe to face the bitter cold of next winter."

"No problem." Faan's giant hand said OJBK, and said casually: "Even if you didn't tell me, I would prepare for the hunt. Speaking of which, do you know where there are more monsters? I can't wait to start a new hunt!"

Hearing that Faen didn't mind the matter at all, Gojia looked at his blood allies, and then a blood allie wearing a bull-horned helmet said:

"It seems that Sejuani's first blood ally is even better than we thought! Haha, I even doubt whether she can still be interested in other men in Freljord after having you~"

"This is indeed a headache." Fane shrugged and said, "Based on the oath she swore, I think she must have made a mistake, otherwise she wouldn't leave herself no way out~"

"oath?"

Hearing this, Gujia frowned, then asked, "What oath? To whom?"

"I will not look for someone weaker than me to become my new blood alliance." Fane did not hide it, nor was there any need to hide it, since Sejuani had already sworn it.

Sejuani's body was convinced but her mouth was still stubborn. Fane had enough reasons to confirm that she had made an oath and even if Kojia threatened her with a knife, the stubborn Sejuani would not change her words.

"A vow to the three Ice Sisters."

This is even more outrageous.

If Faan remembers correctly, Sejuani is the reincarnation of Serilda, one of the three Ice Sisters. Swearing an oath to yourself? Who in the hall is suing me? This is outrageous.

And what about Gujia? After hearing what Faen said, he nodded thoughtfully and then said:

"She's still so willful... But it doesn't matter. Choosing a blood alliance should be done seriously. Extraneous emotions are useless. The survival of the tribe is the most important thing."

Kojiya was currently treating Faan and Sejuani's relationship as if it were a blind date. And what kind of relationship did a blind date require? It wasn't all just a show of force, with a property deed and a dowry thrown on the table. If they were a good match, they'd agree to live together and then slowly develop their feelings.

Judging from the current situation, Faan's conditions are ridiculously good in the entire Freljord. Moreover, while Sejuani's promises are high, this icy plain occasionally produces a few geniuses. The speed of their strength improvement is obvious. In Gor'kia's view, it's nothing more than a lack of blood alliances...

But the question is, what does it matter?

Just then, the bearded blood ally of Kokia beside him stroked his beard and said, "Actually, I think there's nothing wrong with Sejuani's decision. Really, Warmother, and you guys, think about it. Considering Faan's prowess in bed, even if Sejuani had many other blood allies, would they have a chance?"

"If you ask me, it's better to have less, so as not to pollute this brave bloodline."

The Bearded Blood Alliance clearly supports Sejuani. After all...

"Even if Sejuani had other blood allies, I don't think they could stand up to Faan."

He sighed and shook his head. The bearded man was frightened by Faan's bravery. And that was just what the old tribal woman had said. If he had been there in person...

He nudged the Horned Helmet Blood Alliance beside him with his arm and said teasingly, "What do you mean? Would it still be possible to get hard if you were here?"

"Hmph! Who's afraid of who?" Upon hearing this, the Horned Helmet Blood Alliance blushed, but still managed to speak: "Besides time, size and length are also important, okay?! Only considering time is too arbitrary!"

The Horned Helm Blood Alliance was speaking when they suddenly saw Faan arrogantly pinching his waist. This made the Horned Helm Blood Alliance realize something, and asked somewhat unnaturally, "What's wrong with you? Do you have something to say?"

"Nothing." Fane smiled, with his nose and chin raised high.

"I'm afraid telling you will be too devastating to you!"

Do you understand the significance of me using the restroom at the Hunter's Guild and not having people dare to stand at the urinals on either side?!

Seeing Fann pretending to be powerful and waiting for him to give him something to say and then give him a slap in the face, Gujia's Horned Helmet Blood Alliance curled their lips unwillingly.

But it was just a sneer. After all, as a man, if you can't beat someone in a fight, you can use the excuse of being out of shape. But you can't use being out of shape to fool people in this area.

Because the next moment you say this, the other person will ask back, "Has your condition always been not so good?"

This sentence sounds caring, but it actually means "small but cute."

Or... 'Sheep's tail can cure it.'

In short, the ability in this area is a rigid requirement, and it is impossible to respond.

Seeing Horned Helmet suddenly shut down his microphone, Faan shook his head with some regret, and then said:

"Give me a map. I'm ready to go hunting. Well, Sejuani is a little tired. Don't let anyone disturb her."

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18. Ice Priest and Lissandra

"We absolutely cannot let that guy stay in Winter's Claw."

Watching Faan leave the Winter Claw camp, several men wearing black fabrics, covered with a large amount of animal bones, and holding staffs had eyes full of indifference.

They are the Ice Priests, one of the most active people in the Freljord.

Their footprints are not limited to a certain area or a certain tribe, but the entire Freljord, and they can be found in every tribe.

They were good at negotiation and made an oath with the Lost Ones of the Bear People never to invade, so that the human tribes would not have to face those crazy monsters like beasts.

At the same time, the ice magic they master can also allow the Hearth Households, that is, ordinary people in Freljord, and domestic animals such as mountain goats to survive the cold winter. It can even strengthen people's physical strength and speed up migration when blizzards come, as well as treat diseases.

Of course, more importantly, they weren't as high and mighty as the Iceborn. Most of the time, these frost priests were very compassionate. Even when healing someone, they didn't ask for anything in return, only for the other person's faith.

But in reality, as Lissandra's eyes controlling the Freljord, their mission is to keep the Freljord in a state of long-term chaos, preventing it from forming a unified and powerful empire like the rest of Valoran. This is how they achieve Lissandra's wishes and prevent the nightmare hidden beneath the Howling Abyss...

Any powerful tribe is a target for them to disrupt. This is especially true now. The Winter's Claw was already a powerful tribe, but it only fell into a temporary weakening due to the replacement of its Warmother. Now that Kokia has returned, this tough Warmother is bound to cause the Winter's Claw to rise again. This will also affect Lissandra's plans...

"Gokiya doesn't believe us. I'm afraid she may have discovered something about what happened before." The frost priest who was like a leader said:

"In that case, let's start with this guy... Summer has just arrived, and we can't let such a powerful hunter become the cornerstone of the rise of the Winter Claw."

"I have a suggestion."

Suddenly, an ice priest said, "Actually, we can try a different angle."

"Hmm?" The leader looked at the ice priest with a questioning look in his eyes.

In response, the priest smiled sinisterly and said, "The master is fighting the evil of the abyss and needs great strength. Since he is so powerful, if we can make him a Frostguard slave like the trolls, the master will surely be more satisfied."

Frostguard servants, buried by Lissandra in the Frozen Tomb, powerful beasts corrupted by time and dark magic. Once these sealed monsters awaken from the Frozen Tomb, their souls twisted by dark magic will only have one thought left: to obey the Dark Lady's orders.

Although this fellow named Faan was not a Warcraft, he was able to shatter the Frost Helmet's shield with his own strength, so at least his strength had been recognized.

"Especially the magic that blends with the armor during battle. I believe the Queen will be very interested."

"you're right……"

"No, that's not right. It's not magic that's fused with the armor. It's the fire dragon material within that's been brought back to life."

"Huh? How did you know?"

Hearing this, the leader looked to the side and saw Fann standing nearby, folding his arms and looking at them with interest.

Their eyes locked for a moment, and the three of them waved their staffs without thinking. Along with the surging ice magic, a layer of ice ring exploded from under their feet and spread out in all directions, as if to kill Faan directly and knock him away.

Faan's reaction was quite calm, he simply stood there without moving. The ice rings shattered the moment they touched Faan. The remaining ice fragments fell on Faan, and before the frost priests could activate their magic to freeze Faan completely, a faint light flashed through the cracks in the fire dragon's armor, and the sudden heat instantly vaporized it.

"The location you chose is too stupid." Fane shook his head helplessly, and said while slowly taking out the Flying Dragon Sword from the system space:

"Even a novice hunter wouldn't put themselves upwind of their prey during a hunt. Especially on this vast icy plain, with the cold wind blowing and no other plants or animals to interfere, the strong pheromones on your bodies are simply telling me that you have ill intentions towards me."

Upon hearing this, the Ice Priests' faces showed a look of surprise and doubt. Although they were not sure what pheromones were, judging from Fahn's description, they should be something like a scent, right?

But the problem was, they were more than a hundred meters away from Fahn. How did Fahn discover them? And how did he get here?

"That's right! Like this now! Hold on!"

Feeling the surprise and confusion of several people, Fahn showed a bright smile on his face.

"Keep your fear, so that the smell after you die will be stronger, making it easier for me to make a nest!"

After hearing Faan's words, the leader of the Ice Priests showed a look of shock and anger on his face, but just as he opened his mouth, with the activation of the essence of the fire dragon, Faan's dragon-human body burst out with unimaginable strength and speed.

Despite being clad in heavy armor, Faan's entire body was reduced to a crimson afterimage. The Ice Priest didn't even see how Faan drew his sword. He only felt a flash of blazing fire before his eyes, and then everything in his sight began to rapidly reverse.

A sharp blade pierced the air, its fiery edge slicing through flesh, its sharp teeth tearing apart organs. With a sizzling sound, the leading Ice Priest was cut in half. Shattered fragments of organs, mixed with crimson blood, instantly splattered across the ground, and steam rose from the boundless ice plain.

"Monster Hunter, Monster Hunter!"

After the sword cut the leader in half, Faan didn't pause at all, but leaped up and struck again. After the leader was cut in half, the Frost Priest quickly recovered, but just as he raised his staff, he was cut off along with it.

Only one person remained, and Faan cast a hostile gaze at the last remaining sapling. Facing Faan's gaze, which lacked much kindness, the Frost Priest lost his balance and fell to the ground under the bloody impact.

After a moment of silence, Fahn narrowed his eyes as if sensing something, and then said:

"Don't hide now. Come out, Lissandra."

Upon hearing this, the remaining Frost Priest's expression shifted. Surprise, shock, fear, anger, unease. But in the end, it settled into complete indifference and calm.

The ground beneath his feet churned and churned, gradually raising a platform made of countless ice piles. Atop it, the Frost Priest's skin had turned a frozen blue, like a corpse.

"When did you discover me?"

19. Lissandra's Defense Break

"smell."

Faan pointed at his nose. "While everyone else was timid, that seemingly weakest fellow showed no fear at all. He even looked at me calmly. After much thought, the only thing that could confirm this was that their master's consciousness had descended upon them."

Upon hearing this, Lissandra, controlling the Frost Priest's body, gazed silently at Faan. Then, the platform beneath her, formed of countless ice stakes, began to move. One after another, the ice stakes continuously descended and rose, tilting Lissandra in the direction she desired to travel, using this leverage to meet Lissandra's needs for movement.

I am still the best at balancing cars.

Seraphine has a very high-tech feel, just like Wang Yuan and Ding Zhen. Although they are both balance bikes, the traditional ones look more advanced.

He looked around Faan twice, but Faan did not look Lissandra in the face without fear.

If Lissandra herself had arrived, Faan would have been more or less nervous. But if it was just her consciousness... the Frost Priest, the carrier, had only so much power. If Faan was afraid of even that, who was he looking down on?

Feeling Faan's relaxation, Lissandra was a little surprised in her heart, because Faan was the first person she met who knew her true identity but still did not show much fear and awe.

You know, the Ice Sisters are the faith of all humans in Freljord. Even the beast walkers who can sense the spirits of the frozen earth will pay the highest respect to the Ice Sisters.

But now, Faan did not have the awe people should have when facing the legend. Instead, he was more curious about what he would do next.

"I've known you since your first day at Winter's Claw. Faan—the man who overpowered Winter's Claw's Warmother, Kojiya, in direct combat, and even held his own against Kojiya's True Ice weapon, shattering it with his own might."

"I wanted to visit you yesterday...but now it seems that you are very perceptive and have not slept all night."

Lissandra possesses the power to enter the dreams of others. This power is limited to the Freljord. However, as long as anyone sets foot in the Freljord, Lissandra can enter their dreams and even control their dreams, causing them to reveal everything they know in their sleep.

Lissandra had originally intended to use this method to directly extract everything Faan knew. But now it seemed clear that Lissandra had failed...

As for Faan, after hearing Lissandra attribute her lack of sleep to a sign of acute perception, Faan could only offer an awkward yet polite smile.

Raising a thumbs-up, Faan said with a bright face, "Yes, my perception is that sharp."

Looking at Faan's smile, Lissandra felt something was amiss. But since Faan had already admitted it, it would be embarrassing to deny it, so she pretended nothing had happened and got straight to the point.

"If you know me, why did you come to the Freljord? What is your purpose? What do you want to do?"

"hunt."

"...Hmm?" Lissandra frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

"hunt."

Fain said: "I am a monster hunter. There are many prey here that I have never seen before, and they are not subject to the control of the Hunter's Guild, so I came here to hunt."

"Then why did you join the Winter Claw?"

"It's convenient for me to hunt."

Lissandra: “…”

Lissandra's intuition told her that Faan wasn't lying. But past experience taught her that uncontrollable factors like these must be managed or eliminated beforehand. Unfortunately, a regular Frost Priest couldn't possibly be a match for the creature before her, and she couldn't easily escape the Howling Abyss...

"Tell me what you know," Lissandra said. "As long as you don't disrupt my plans, I'm happy to coexist peacefully with you. I'm even willing to show some mercy to Winter's Claw for your sake."

"Worth a lot, like what's at the bottom of the Howling Abyss."

Hearing this, Lissandra's eyes narrowed slightly. But Faan didn't care. If Lissandra had the ability to turn hostile, she would have done so long ago. She wouldn't be like this now, just spinning around on a scooter, and you'd think she was trying to sell something.

In Faan's opinion, Lissandra is a very twisted person.

In the Freljord, the Ice Sisters are revered primarily because, long ago, before even Shurima was covered in sand, Lissandra and her two sisters united to carve out a precious living space for humanity. During this process, Serilda lost her voice to the Primordial Twilight—the very Blade Demon who constantly cried out, "I will kill you!" Avarosa, contacting the Void, was deprived of her precious hearing.

Lissandra chose to confront the primordial demigod of the material realm with real weapons, and was eventually blinded by Volibear, Thunderfury.

Although each of the three sisters lost a part of themselves in the process, they realized that relying on external forces was not enough. So they united, with some responsible for diplomacy, others for combat, and Lissandra in charge of decision-making. Through countless battles Lissandra launched on the icy plains, their combined strength repelled the Freljord's primitive creatures, or demigods, allowing humanity to live freely.

After this, Lissandra, without sight, chose to walk in dreams. She could intermittently see the vision of others through their eyes, and what the monster hidden underground that took away Avarosa's hearing was - the Void.

Desperate for their power, Lissandra made a deal with the Void in the name of the three sisters without their knowledge. The Void Watchers granted them near-immortal power, and they needed to prepare Runeterra for the arrival of the Void.