Monster Hunter from League of Legends

Ashe can weave clothes, but not because she is dexterous, but because as a Freljord person, she must learn to use anything at hand to turn it into valuable materials that are independent of survival.

In this case, let alone fabrics, even tree bark can be woven into simple wooden armor and fiber clothing... but the details and physical feel may not be as good as those of silk cotton.

"Don't worry, it won't be an all-out war."

Faan knew the current state of Noxus well—not only through his memories, but also through the intelligence brought by the returning Freljordians.

Noxus' military power is very strong, and even when fighting on multiple fronts, the country's rule remains stable.

But the problem is that this stability is built on continuous victories. And now, Noxus has started three fronts against Freljord, Demacia, and Ionia.

However, these three fronts are in the preparation stage. The reason why Freljord was detonated early is because of the unification of Freljord, and...

"The Noxian Emperor, Darkwill, has aged, his pursuit of immortality reaching a point of madness. And now, with the appearance of Lissandra, he feels the hope of immortality. So, no matter what, Noxus will not stop its invasion. Only by thoroughly inflicting pain, even to the point of shaking Noxus's foundation, can true peace be ushered in on the Freljord's borders."

After hearing what Faan said, Ashe finally understood and nodded. "Do we need to go together?"

"Just ask Lissandra and Sejuani to help me."

Fine said:

"We need a grand war and a glorious victory to announce the arrival of the Freljord Empire to the entire Runeterra."

130

Chapter 130: Fight to the death.

"General, we can't send any more war masons out. Non-Freljord war masons entering the Freljord are courting death!"

At the Ironthorn Mountain Camp, the strategist of the Trifari Legion said with resentment:

"Even after extensive training and exchanges with the naturalized Freljord soldiers, the countless dangers hidden within that icy landscape are simply impossible to avoid. A seemingly unobstructed stretch of plain can actually conceal dozens or even hundreds of ice cracks! Deep and bottomless, even if we managed to cling to the ice, the slippery and fragile surface made rescue impossible. We could only watch helplessly as our soldiers collapsed from exhaustion, or even freeze to death while waiting for rescue... The blow to morale is unimaginable!"

"……I know."

Looking at the strategist in front of him, Darius shook his head after a long silence.

As the Hand of Noxus, Darius is arguably the most iconic figure in Runeterra, embodying the Noxian Dream. From a street thug in the port city of Besilico, he rose through the ranks to become the Hand of Noxus, the undisputed symbol of Noxus's power. Darius is a role model for all young Noxians.

Everyone wanted to prove their worth in this cruel country through their own efforts. But perhaps because he had started from the bottom, Darius knew very well how devastating it was to watch his comrades die, unable to rescue them, and even forcing them to give up their requests for help.

The power of the Noxian army comes from belief, from desire, from desire, from cohesion, and from the extreme fanaticism generated by collective thinking.

In such circumstances, the Noxians were not afraid of death. While Noxus certainly had its faults, each legion was generous to the families of its fallen soldiers. Take, for example, Riven, the Swordmaster-Captain under Chapter Master Amistan during the Shurima War. Despite losing both her parents in battle, Riven grew up safely on an Imperial farm. Even with her striking beauty at such a young age, the nobles could not lay a hand on her unless she agreed.

Because each chapter was comprised of local young men, shaking their families was tantamount to destroying the foundation of the chapter... Chapter rebellions caused by nobles assaulting the orphans of the chapter's soldiers were common in the past. It's even said that Darius rose to prominence and gained the favor of Emperor Darkwill through suppressing numerous rebellions.

"But serving the empire is our mission."

Darius spoke calmly, his tone smooth and filled with unquestionable determination.

"But... in three years at most, we will be able to understand the Freljord better."

The strategist said with resentment, "This can reduce many unnecessary casualties! Especially those experienced war masons. If we can allow them to infiltrate the city-states of Freljord, our advancement will be much smoother!"

Darius looked at the strategist and asked calmly, "How many three years do you have left, Your Majesty?"

The strategist was silent, but then he took a deep breath and said, "Then wait another two months... In two months at most, Freljord will enter midsummer, and the temperature along the main marching routes will reach above freezing. The ice and snow will melt, and ice cracks will no longer be difficult to detect, which will reduce many casualties and morale..."

The strategist said this, but slowly closed his mouth under Darius's gaze.

The next moment, a lavishly dressed messenger from the Immortal Bastion arrived at the tent. He looked at Darius and said bluntly, "Darius, His Majesty has sent me with new orders. Launch an immediate attack and capture the undead sorceress Lissandra, bringing her to the Immortal Bastion. No delay."

"...as you command."

Darius nodded quietly, but he didn't bother to stand. The envoy snorted coldly at this. Having spent his entire life at the border, he knew the Freljord was a mess. Without family connections and the emperor's favor, the so-called Hand of Noxus was nothing more than a roadside hazard. It was completely unworthy of his continued respect.

With a cold snort, the envoy left the imperial order and turned to leave - he still had to prepare for the aristocratic banquet tonight.

Looking at the gilded imperial edict left on the table...this is the twelfth imperial edict since the founding of Freljord, or since Lissandra appeared.

After learning that a frost witch had survived for thousands of years in the Freljord, Darkwill frantically demanded that Darius march immediately. Of course, Darkwill didn't just urge and order, but mobilized a large number of manpower to continuously transport supplies to the border of the Ironthorn Mountains.

But how much material resources are needed to fill this bottomless hole?

Not to mention others, even Darius, who was standing in front of this huge hole, didn't know...

"General, let's disobey your orders."

The strategist raised his head again. "You are the Hand of Noxus. If you stubbornly hold your ground, even if His Majesty replaces a general, your reputation will not be damaged!"

Darius just shook his head: "If I leave, who will come?"

"It doesn't matter who comes, at least our regiment can..."

"What about the Empire?"

Darius said calmly:

"We must make everyone aware that invading the Freljord now is an unrealistic fantasy. Countless ambitious individuals and opportunists will attempt to establish themselves here, turning the Freljord into a wound that continually bleeds from the Empire. Only when thoroughly wounded will the Empire realize the impracticality of occupying the Freljord. And to inflict sufficient pain on the Empire, a significant individual must be sacrificed here."

"And now, all it takes is one person's failure to prematurely heal this wound that will continue to bleed in the future... Besides, victory is not completely impossible for us."

"Really? Can we really win?"

The strategist's eyes were filled with darkness.

"Will win!"

Darius said solemnly, "As long as we can capture their capital, Rakstak, before the Freljord can react!"

Darius stood up, his black steel armor clashing with a dull thud. His steely eyes were filled with icy determination. With a battle axe in hand, he pushed open the tent, and his deep voice echoed throughout the camp.

"All forces muster! Move out immediately! In the name of the Hand of Noxus, I will lead the charge! Fight to the death!!"

With Darius's roar, a huge battle group quickly gathered.

And looking at the roaring army below, the eagle of foreboding with shining blue wings flew across the sky.

131

Chapter 131 Before the nightmare comes.

Holy city, Lakstak, military camp.

It is called a military camp, but in fact, since the holy city itself has not been built, it is actually just a piece of open space.

And now, in this military camp, are the most elite War Mother Blood Alliance, Iceborn Warriors, and tribal war priests from various tribes.

Compared with the neat military formations, these warriors who grew up on this wild ice field gave people the feeling of a mob, without any of the orderliness that an army should have.

But this is the Freljord's truest form—savage and bloodthirsty.

"Thousands of years ago, we were united, living on this icy plain under the banner of the Three Sisters."

Walking among the crowd, as the biological father of Ashe, the reincarnation of Avarosa, although Ilu claims to be just an ice warrior of Freljord, in fact he has already possessed a status beyond ordinary ice warriors.

"Due to some irreversible catastrophe, the once great era was shattered along with the three sisters. But now, Warmaster Faan brings a new opportunity to the Freljord! The reborn Freljord will be able to reignite a new golden age, and all Freljordians will fight side by side as brothers under the banner of the Three Sisters of Frost!"

His eyes were filled with pure anger; Ilu's respect for Faan was more than just a facade.

As Glenna's most powerful blood ally, Ilu was well aware of Glenna's obsession, and when Glenna began to explore the Throne of Avarosa, he was already prepared to sacrifice himself for Ashe to obtain the Holy Bow.

And now, everything is getting better, but at this moment, this happened.

"The Noxians want to destroy everything! They want to shatter this ice sheet again and turn the Freljord brothers and sisters against each other!"

Ilu opened his hands, then uncovered a large jar filled with water and poured a bowl of black liquid into it.

"This is the wild blood of Warmaster Faan! Drink it, and you will gain his power! But all this comes at a price. If you cannot tame the wildness within, then only a cruel death awaits you... So if you are ready, then drink it."

Upon hearing this, the Iceborn were silent at first. Then, a stronger-looking Iceborn came out and stood in front of Ilu. He was even a head taller than Ilu. He looked at Ilu and said calmly:

"And what's the price?"

Ilu: “He will die.”

Iceborn Strong: "This is not a price. This is the fate of the Freljord."

Upon hearing this, icy blue lines appeared on Ilu's body. They were the war crests of the Avarosa tribe. However, these war crests were not tattoos, but the manifestation of the mad dragon's power after it had been "extremely strengthened."

As the battle pattern appeared, the Mad Dragon Factor began to activate within Ilu's nerve centers, surpassing its original limits and forming a terrifying aura. Ilu, who was originally a head shorter than the burly man, was instantly overwhelmed by his imposing presence. As the Mad Dragon Factor was activated, his muscles tensed, affecting his vocal cords. Ilu's voice grew heavier, and his eyes glowed red.

"The price is the fate of the Freljord!"

"Humph!"

Feeling the terrifying pressure coming from Ilu, the Iceborn man was startled by his scarlet eyes. But then, he snorted coldly, took the bowl, and drank the liquid in one gulp.

As the Crazy Dragon Factor took over, the sturdy man also moved his body to accept the physiological enhancement from the Crazy Dragon Factor... It's not accurate to say it's an enhancement, because it is an accelerated evolution combined with physical transformation. Making bones harder, muscles stronger, physical strength longer-lasting, and pain more dulled...

This method of vaccination is safer, but also more painful. When Fahn was conducting experiments, an ordinary person would even die from the pain of rapid evolution.

The Iceborn's body can withstand it better, but the pain is not diminished in the slightest. And if they fail, they will only survive compared to ordinary people. However, the intense stimulation affects the brain, and if not handled with caution, it can lead to hemiplegia for a considerable period of time.

Everyone had a bowl, and soon everyone in the camp began to evolve. Not long after, the first Iceborn warrior also completed his evolution.

Lines of battle patterns reappeared on the body surface, and the surging blood and energy in the body proved the improvement in physical fitness after adapting to the Mad Dragon Factor.

"By accepting the Warmaster's wild blood, your strength, stamina, endurance, and vitality will all see considerable increases. And when faced with desperate situations in a bloody battle, you can even activate the war patterns to enter a wild fighting stance. This is undoubtedly a gift, a gift of glory and death."

Ilu roared loudly: "Remember this day! The Warmaster allowed the Ice Sisters to return! It was the Ice Sisters who brought the Freljord back to great unity! It was also this unity that brought the Golden Age back to the Freljord! The Warmaster's kindness is still unending!!"

"In the name of the Three Ice Sisters, crush those cowards from the Warm Land!"

"Live up to the glory of the Three Ice Sisters! Live up to the blood of Warmaster Faan!!"

Looking at the people below who were receiving the mad dragon factor vaccination, riding on the frosthorn, Fane felt his scalp itchy and felt that he would become bald in the next moment.

And then I glanced at my armor... damn, it was covered in snow, turning it white. Luckily, my weapon was still a katana, not a hammer. Having children would have to wait. The wind in the Freljord was still strong, blowing the flags all over the sky! Too many flags!

Faan hadn't expected that, having only asked Ilu to vaccinate these elite Iceborn with a reduced-dose version of the Crazy Dragon Factor vaccine to boost their combat effectiveness, Ilu would instead take the initiative and start preaching...

"Feel very proud."

Standing on the dark ice nearby, Lissandra looked down and said, "You have made the three Ice Sisters your loyal tools for sexual gratification. Even the faith of this icy plain has been influenced by you."

"Why are you either a plaything or a tool?"

Faan was speechless: "I'm obviously a very dedicated pure love person. Every time I do it, I'm both physically and emotionally involved. Or did you just say everything you were thinking?"

Lissandra turned away without responding, and said calmly, "Drakron's elite troops have been deployed. What are you going to do next?"

"How? Of course, make this place Noxus's eternal nightmare."

"What do you need me to do?"

“Do what you do best.”

132

Chapter 132 Let the Freljord Burn!

As a member of the Trifarix Legion and a Trifarix Shieldbreaker, Kalona had never felt despair about anything, except the Freljord.

As the most elite force in the entire empire, the Trifarix Legion enjoyed the best war supplies in the entire Freljord. Even at the border of the icy Ironthorn Mountains, they still received abundant supplies.

Especially in the recent period, Emperor Darkwill concentrated all the power of the empire on the northern border. Even in such a bitter and cold place, even the vassal army could eat a bowl of meat soup every three days, not to mention Carona, the Shield Destroyer.

You have to know that even within the Trifarious Legion, only the strongest, bravest, and most fearless veterans of the Legion could serve as Shieldbreakers. Like the Grim Reaper on the battlefield, their massive bodies clad in thick black steel plate armor. For an average person wearing such armor, even walking a few steps would be a real feat, let alone running. However, Kalona and his comrades could even charge at the enemy.

Whenever General Darius, the symbol of Noxus's power and model of military power, encounters a difficult enemy and is too lazy to wage a siege, he will send out the Shieldbreaker.

These fiercest warriors needed no additional weapons. Their heavy black steel plate armor was nearly two fingers thick. Their helmets were fully enclosed, leaving only two circular holes for the eye sockets. With their speed, they could smash through not only the enemy's formations but also the walls and houses of the streets!

But now, Carona only felt that he was severely overdrawn both physically and mentally.

Nightmare, since he set foot on Freljord, he seemed to have entered a nightmare. This nightmare was not only caused by the cold air and the ubiquitous ice cracks, but also literally, even when he was resting, he would be in a nightmare.

“Ugh… Ughhhhhhhh!!”

Looking at his comrade who was suddenly awakened in the tent, there was no surprise on Carona's face. Instead, he skillfully picked up the kettle on the campfire, poured a cup of relatively warm snow water and handed it over.

"Have some water..."

"I've had enough!"

The response to Carona was a pair of bloodshot eyes. Carona was not surprised at all, because the same scene had been played out more than once in various places in the military camp in the past three days.

"I want to fight! I want to fight with honor! Even if it means dying in battle! Not walking fearfully on the snow and falling into ice cracks! Not having the same nightmare every night! I want to fight! Fight with honor! Even if it means dying in battle!"

Carona didn't say anything, but just quietly placed the heated snow water next to the man, then forced herself to go back to bed and stare blankly with her red eyes.