Runeland: My Cold Fox Chinese version of the game

Jin Cheng spoke quickly, but it was too late!

The robber held a huge hammer in his hand and smashed it down on the big bed.

The wooden bed was smashed into pieces by the hammer, and the broken wood flew everywhere.

Jin Cheng, who happened to be hiding in the corner under the bed, was narrowly avoided being hit by the hammer, but after the bed was smashed open, several broken wood scratched his arm, leaving a few shallow blood marks there.

"Ah! I've said it, warrior! I'm willing to lead the way!"

Enduring the sudden pain and the terrifying scene of broken wood flying everywhere, Jin Cheng screamed in disbelief and quickly crawled out from under the bed. He couldn't figure out what kind of psychopath the other party was, and he was ready to use his superb negotiation skills to protect what he wanted to protect.

As a result, this robber was so irritable.

Jin Cheng also made a surrender gesture while crawling, without threatening.

"Is it a child?" The robber Kvit also saw the figure crawling out from under the bed at this time.

The man was very small, and the raider warrior immediately judged that the other party was a child who did not pose much threat.

Although he relaxed a lot of his vigilance, he would not be soft-hearted towards children who were not from his tribe.

The raider warrior held the handle of the hammer with both hands and looked at Jincheng with ferocious eyes.

"Wait! What are you going to do? I said, I am willing to lead the way! The granary of the Winter Claw is very hidden, and there are piles of food there..."

Jincheng looked at the raider's actions, fearful and angry.

Fear because there seemed to be a real murderous aura in that person, he was really ready to kill him immediately, killing an unarmed five-year-old child.

Anger because the other party did not listen to his explanation!

Is this the barbarian from the north?

"Lead the way? Sorry, I won't trust any enemy. Are you a child of the Winter Claw tribe? What if you want to lead us to a trap? I won't believe anything you say. These are bloody lessons! So, you better die!"

The looters said in a sonorous tone.

As he said that, he waved the hammer and was about to kill the child in front of him coldly.

The huge hammer was almost moving with the sound of the wind.

"Wait! I..." Jincheng was even more stunned when he saw this:

What? Why, even a five-year-old child has to be killed? Do I have to die today?

Jincheng wanted to escape, if he had the ability, he could play in the later stage. His body has not yet developed, why should he face these at the age of five.

However, the magical blue magic has been released between Jincheng's hands without explanation.

The next moment, 20 kilograms of soft bread suddenly appeared in front of Jincheng, and the boy's arms were holding the bread.

The freshly-baked bread immediately wafted with the aroma of bread mixed with milk.

This aroma, which would never appear in Freljord, was desperately trying to get into the nostrils of the raider.

The unprecedented tempting food aroma made the big-armed raider suddenly sober up.

The huge hammer wielded by the raider suddenly changed direction at this moment, and the huge inertia caused the hammer to swing half a circle in vain.

Jin Cheng's head was sweating coldly, and he did not dare to neglect it. He immediately put down the bread he had just bought for transmission, and did not care about the 100 yuan he spent.

The boy waved his hands again, and the azure light was looming. Another pile of sweet potatoes similar to ground potatoes with a maximum limit of 20 kilograms appeared in his arms. This time it was a familiar food to the other party, but it was very cheap.

Jin Cheng carefully looked at the raider with a rough face and his hair stuck together by blood. He did not dare to neglect it. After buying 20 kilograms of ground potatoes, he continued to buy 20 kilograms of transmission.

At this moment, the raider was holding a hammer, but he was already stunned, watching everything stupidly.

The food that suddenly appeared in front of him made the raider feel that his three views were shocked.

You know, in Freljord, food is hard currency.

The raider was shocked at this moment, just like a guy who was so poor that he had to rob a bank, and saw a child easily conjure up stacks of hundred-dollar bills out of thin air. It was too abstract and too surprising.

"Don't kill me! You can't kill me! I'm the Shamanka of Winter's Claw! The Shamanka of Ornn! I can hear the oracle, I can hear the oracle of Ornn, and I'm the only Shamanka of Ornn!

My magic can connect to Ornn's urn, and I can take out inexhaustible food from it!!"

Jin Cheng stared at the plunderer with wide eyes. As if to prove his words, the boy did not dare to slow down at all. Piles of various foods weighing 20 kilograms were conjured out of thin air by Jin Cheng and placed on the ground, and then the action was repeated.

"Shamanka? Ornn's urn? This is not a story told casually by the bard."Is it true?"

The plunderer chewed on Jin Cheng's words in disbelief.

How could he not know this?

In Freljord, Shamanka, or Shaman, refers to people who dream of God's will and possess magic bestowed by God, most of which are ice magic, but there are others.

These ambiguous gods are not afraid of the cold even if they walk in a blizzard with bare skin.

And no one would think that Ornn's jar is a real thing.

This is not only unscientific, but also not magical.

There is a legend circulating on the ice field that Ornn, the oldest god in Freljord, once created a jar. This jar is very large, but these are not the point. The most magical thing is that there is an inexhaustible supply of food in this jar.

Of course, the plunderer Kvit didn't believe this, but just took it as a story. After all, The story can be regarded as carrying the illusions and hopes of some Freljord people, and the big jar is just the illusion and desire of those hungry people.

The plunderer Kvit just smiled and let it go.

Then today someone told him that this story is true.

And it really happened in front of him, all kinds of food were plundered from nowhere, and the quantity was also large.

This made the plunderer Kvit believe the absurd words said by the other party.

Especially now that the other party is still constantly conjuring food!

"You..." The plunderer Kvit, who was afraid that all this was an illusion, had not yet woken up from the shock. He lowered his body, trembling with his hands, pinched a piece of bread and put it into his mouth.

The mellow fragrance of the bread and the taste of delicious carbohydrates soaked in saliva told the plunderer Kvit that all this was true, and these foods were also real.

"Get him! The North Wind Clan! Will become the most powerful tribe in the North?! And I will definitely be able to climb into the bed of the War Mother! The War Mother's strong arms, perfect and powerful legs, perky buttocks, and especially her breasts... breed extremely powerful offspring!"

The plunderer warrior Kvit suddenly looked at Jincheng, as if he saw his bright future, with desire in his eyes.

He believed it?!' Seeing this, Jincheng also stopped his actions. In such a short period of time, although all the goods he bought were cheap, Jincheng's skill quota had already gone to 300.

You know, if 300 were all used to buy inferior coarse grains, there would be a lot of them, which could save many people in Freljord.

Of course, these coarse grains that Jincheng called inferior in his previous life, although no one looked down on them in his previous life, but these inferior things that have been cultivated are good food called fine branches and fruits in Freljord.

But Jincheng didn't feel sorry for these quotas. He was about to negotiate with the other party, but the plunderer warrior turned to the cabinet with vigilance.

Jincheng was also anxious when he saw this.

"Don't! There is my sister inside, she is only three years old! There is no threat, as long as you don't hurt us, I am willing to serve you! "Jincheng shouted and rushed to the closet, explaining to the looters again and again.

And the vegetables, fruits, whole grains, bread, milk... that appeared all over the floor all proved the weight of Jincheng's words.

When the looters hesitated, Jincheng rushed to the closet in two steps and opened the closet door. Inside was a little girl hugging her knees.

The shouting and killing outside had no impact on the house at all, and the looters Kvit didn't care about the situation outside.

As long as they are Freljordians, they know how important it is to have such an existence that can produce inexhaustible food.

The opposite side seemed to think that this food robbery was so ridiculous, as long as they robbed this boy...

Looking at the little girl in the closet, the looters Kvit also put away their vigilance.

And little Sejuani's eyes were involuntarily shedding tears of fear, tears running down her cheeks, but she still didn't say a word, as if she was scared silly, her eyes were dull, and her body was still trembling slightly.

"Oh my God! "Little Sejuani..." Jin Cheng immediately reached out to hug his sister.

Sejuani's excellence made Jin Cheng subconsciously ignore her age. At this moment, looking at the crying little girl, he remembered that she was just a three-year-old girl.