Runeland: My Cold Fox Chinese version of the game

The shouts and cries outside the house were rising and falling, getting more and more intense.

The Winter Claw tribe was in mourning, and the blood gradually dyed the snow red. The looters released a bunch of flames, making the situation more chaotic.

The flames turned from a source of warmth to a source of chaos.

Inside the house, Jin Cheng listened to the roar that overwhelmed the howling of the wind and snow, and his heart beat faster involuntarily. For this reason, he could only take deep breaths to try to lower his heartbeat.

The small body was trembling in the corner under the bed. The so-called soul of the traverser was high above, and there was no attitude of looking down on all living things.

He was scared to death.

A stray arrow, a looter could easily take his life.

Looted!

Jin Cheng clearly understood the current situation.

The Winter Claw tribe also launched looting activities against other tribes! And there were many times.

Generally speaking, before the looting, the tribe would also conduct a combat power assessment of the looted tribe. They would only loot weak tribes! Because it is not cost-effective to rob a tribe that is too powerful, the success rate of the robbery is extremely high!

Since they were robbed, the robbers must have made a very careful plan this time.

It was as if this group of robbers who came from nowhere knew that half of the claws in the Winter Claw tribe were not in the tribe, so they launched an attack.

Jincheng controlled his body very well. Under the control of his mind and brain, he stopped trembling in a short time, and his heartbeat, which was as fast as a drum, gradually calmed down with his breathing.

The two little wolves were constantly drilling into Jincheng's arms. The magical thing was that these two little wolves, who were still in their infancy and couldn't help but scream and cry, didn't make any sound.

Jincheng didn't care about this at all.

"Bang!"

Before Jincheng could hide under the bed and think about what to do.

The door of the tent was kicked open by someone from the outside.

The door was open, and countless roars and screams became louder and louder.

Countless cold winds rushed into the house, and the broken door kept hitting the wall under the whistling wind.

Jincheng could still smell the dust under the bed mixed with the smell of rust in the wind.

Forcing his breathing to slow down again, the boy lay under the bed and stared at the front with wide eyes.

A pair of leather boots with blood and frost came into view.

There was also a hammer with red frost casually thrown on the ground. In addition to blood, there was also some white liquid hanging on it, and the red and white made people feel nauseous.

Jincheng only took a look at the liquid and soon thought of brain matter. The next moment, an inexplicable feeling of nausea surged into his heart, which immediately matched the fear in his heart.

If the demon Fiddlesticks was here, he would definitely think this was a delicious little guy.

Is it a tribe member? Grandmother asked someone to take us to retreat? Jincheng had such a guess, but he soon denied his fantasy.

If they were tribal warriors, wouldn't they just need to ask for help when they came to take them? Why force their way in?

As expected, in Jincheng's field of vision, the intruder explored for a while and then headed for their food storage room.

Jincheng widened his eyes, not daring to look away from the man's feet.

He was afraid that the moment he looked away, the other party would stick his head under the bed like in a horror movie.

And vaguely, Jincheng heard a very strange sound.

"Plop! Plop! Plop..."

A subtle but very continuous sound, like an engine, reached Jincheng's ears.

Jincheng immediately held his breath and listened to the sound.

As the boy slowly looked towards the place where the sound came from, an object came into view.

There was a simple wardrobe.

'Sejuani? ' Jincheng's eyes widened suddenly, and he remembered what he had stored there.

Wait, her heartbeat was so loud? Was she afraid? Was she terrified?

…

"Food! So much food and dried meat!! How could there be so much, so abundant? Here…"

A low, rough voice with an unusual surprise came from the storage room in the Winter Claw Battle Mother's tent.

The looting intruder stood in front of this large compartment and looked at the things inside in disbelief.

In addition to some dried meat and yellow food that he knew, there were also some ridiculously large sweet potatoes and edible firethorn tubers... and many other things that he didn't even recognize.

But anyone with a brain, looking at the food that he knew in the entire storage room, would naturally guess that these other unfamiliar things were also food after thinking about it and making a little guess.

"So much food? AbsolutelyYes, it's the granary!"

Especially when the raider picked up a small beige grain and threw it into his mouth to chew it carefully, he went completely crazy.

"Found it, I found it, a room full of food, War Mother, I found the place where their tribe stores food!"

The intruder looked at the almost full compartment of more than 20 square meters, roared loudly and was ready to rush to the door. He was so excited that he didn't even take his weapon.

In his opinion, this is one of the important granaries of the Winter Claw, otherwise it doesn't make sense why there is so much food inside.

However, just when the raider was about to rush out to inform the War Mother who was still attacking and looting, a small but firm "plop" sound caught his attention.

"Is there anyone here?"

The raider warrior suddenly froze, his head slowly turned to the left, and his steps were urgently retreating. He retreated to his hammer, and immediately held his hammer tightly with both hands as if facing a great enemy, and raised it suddenly to prepare for the enemy.

"Come out! "A rough and brutal voice suddenly sounded.

This was the robber roaring towards the closet.

Jincheng, who was hiding under the bed, held his breath unconsciously, looking at the pair of leather snow boots with blood and ice crystals with fear on his face.

The fear made sweat appear on Jincheng's forehead, drop by drop.

You know, after the door is opened, the cold wind will only make people feel cold.

'What should I do? What should I do?'

Jincheng widened his eyes and watched the robber intruder's feet slowly and cautiously move towards the closet step by step.

The boy hid under the bed and dared not move. He kept thinking about what he should do.

Jincheng suddenly hated himself for being so weak.

But he, who had a mature mind, actually had a newborn.

And Jincheng is indeed working hard for this, whether it is following the system, training on his own, or taking the initiative to learn the path of beast spirits from Udyr.

Jincheng really wants to improve.

But he is only five years old, and his age is limiting him. He is still a child.

The children of the northern antelope can stand and walk on all fours as soon as they are born, and can even start running after adapting.

But when the cubs of the Demacia male lions are just born, let alone standing up, they can't even open their eyes.

Even if an existence can become very strong in the future, its childhood is always weak.

Jincheng's body and legs are shaking, and he dare not make any sound.

'I have to go out! Sejuani! He found Sejuani! '

"But! I don't want to die! I really don't want to die! Even if fate has given me another life, I still haven't lived enough! I don't want to die! "

Looking at the blood-stained boots getting closer to the wardrobe, Jin Cheng couldn't help swallowing his saliva of fear.

'If this continues, Sejuani will be caught, my sister! If I go out, not only Sejuani, but I will also... Damn it! Wait, maybe...'

'That's right! Sejuani is the Fury of the North, she will definitely become a hero among heroes, one of the children of destiny in Freljord!

How could she die early! Do I need to take care of her?

It's okay! It's definitely okay ! Someone will definitely come to rescue you at the last moment!

Auntie Tabing, is that you? Or Grandma Xijian? Or Uncle Jike? Uncle Blue, it must be you! Or Vivor Iron Fist Guard...

I... I'd better take care of myself...'

Fear and struggle filled Jincheng's mind. Filled with fear, Jincheng convinced himself again and again in his mind:

The Winter Claw Tribe is full of strong men, and he is just a child!

"I would rather do nothing than make mistakes!"

Jincheng widened his eyes in fear, and bloodshot was clearly visible in his eyeballs.

In an instant, he had a lot of thoughts.

Jincheng looked from under the bed into the gap in front of him and saw that the robber had stopped and stood in front of the clothes closet.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry..."

Crawling in the corner under the bed, Jin Cheng couldn't help but think of every little thing about himself and little Sejuani. Although they were not related by blood, they were real siblings. He gritted his teeth and apologized in a voice that only he could hear.

He could certainly rush out to fight like those passionate characters, but the problem was that Jin Cheng didn't have a certain fighting power like passionate characters.

If he had to say it, he might not even be able to beat Sejuani, whose ice bloodline was slowly recovering.

The possibility of Sejuani's explosive counterattack was more practical than rushing out to fight.

What's more, the huge hammer was daunting. It was estimated that Jin Cheng would have to see the sheep spirit Kindred.The quest branch is open.

"Huh? You still won't come out?"

The looters have already issued an ultimatum to the slightly crude cabinet in front of him. He has no patience to wait any longer, and he will not risk opening the cabinet.

He is not stupid.

Therefore, the next second, the looters raised the hammer in his hand towards the cabinet.

"Bang!"

At this time, a dull sound came from under the bed board, startling the looters to stop their actions and roll to the side, and then look at the big bed next to them with a vigilant face.

"Get out!" The looters shouted fiercely, and in the next second he resolutely swung the hammer with one hand and smashed it towards the bed,

"Die!"

"Ah! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Warrior! Warrior! This brave warrior! Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, I... I know where the real granary of the Winter Claw is!"

The slightly immature guide screamed, and the voice was hurried and flattering.