Runeland: My Cold Fox Chinese version of the game

In the ice and snow, the sun was still as cold as if it had no temperature, but the weather without ice and snow was unusually good.

A large team was marching on the snow in the north.

A small tent was built on a sturdy huge wheelbarrow.

Two extremely majestic Enuk giant bulls pulled the rope in front and actually pulled the tent through the snow.

The cow's paw has a natural anti-slip function.

Those slippery ice surfaces that make humans walk on thin ice seem a bit childish for this Freljord creature.

Long and lush hair and thick fat are the key to their resistance to severe cold.

What's more commendable is that Enuk cattle are not only gentle, but also have good endurance and great strength.

Basically, the Enuk cattle and other animals domesticated by the tribe are also used to pull carts or do other hard work.

This is just a corner of the migration of the Winter Claw tribe.

There are still many tents pulled by Enuk cattle in this team.

In the team, there are also clever snow dogs and wild horned beasts... They run around in this migrating team, they are vigilant and loyal, as if they are patrolling.

These are all companions of the animal spirit shamans in the tribe.

All this is enough to prove that this tribe is a relatively wealthy and powerful tribe.

Of course, more tribesmen in the tribe can only choose to wear thick clothes and follow the tribe in this ice and snow world.

But even so, these people still did not make any resistance. Instead, they used their own strength to keep up with the tribe. In this case, if they fall behind, they will really go to see the death wolf spirit.

At the front of the team, the strong shaman Ka with ice crystal marks on his face carried a huge totem pole. He ran to a towering boulder and looked at the sky intently.

His eyes have turned silver-white at this time. This shaman Ka seems to be able to see some extremely mysterious existence and get help from that person.

"Hurry! Everyone, speed up. I calculated the weather, and the extremely merciful Anivia has also warned me.

On the path we are on, there are still twelve days and nights before the blizzard hits. We need to reach our destination within twelve days and nights!"

Frost Shaman Ka, Tuzula first clasped his hands together with gratitude, as if praising the natural god who was born to bring ice and snow but was extremely merciful, and then turned around and loudly reminded and urged the team of the Winter Claw tribe that was still marching.

Many people in the tribe responded to this shaman Ka, which was a response.

After receiving the response, Tuzula jumped down from the boulder.

It was not that he did not predict the time when the blizzard would come before the tribe set out.

It was because the migration of the tribe, which was related to the safety of the entire tribe, was a serious matter, and he had to spend energy every day to observe and watch the blizzard.

"Uncle Tuzula, did you really get the guidance from Anivia?"

Just as Tuzula jumped off the boulder carrying the huge totem pole.

A small figure immediately came over from under the boulder, and handed over a food cake made by the tribe in advance. He asked curiously while handing the food to Tuzula.

This curious little boy was Jincheng.

He was wearing thick clothes, and the heat generated by exercise allowed Jincheng to endure the cold.

"Ha! Little Jincheng, you have asked this question several times. All this knowledge of observing the weather was given to me by the kind Anivia."

Tuzula took the food handed over by the boy with a smile, and immediately put the exaggerated luggage bag that had been placed next to the boulder on his back with one hand.

This majestic two-meter-tall man always had a smile on his face. He carried the huge totem pole and the huge package on his back, and walked like a small mountain.

But Jincheng knew that all the items in the huge package on Tuzula's back belonged to the tribe, and the shaman's personal items were in a small bag on his waist.

There are many things to bring for migration.

Jincheng was extremely helpless and followed Tuzula to the direction of the main force, shouting: "Uh, uncle, but you haven't said this yet, right..."

"What does it matter, as long as we are for the tribe... Wow, to be honest, little Jincheng, this cake is really good! It smells so good!" Tuzula said with a smile while chewing the whole grain cake.

The warmth of saliva soaked the cake, and the unique wheat aroma and inexplicable fragrance of the whole grain made this peaceful man's eyes bright, and he kept lowering his head and giving Jincheng a thumbs up.

"Yes, I added sesame seeds to the cake! Of course it will smell good... By the way, uncle, your pillar is also Ainiwei..."

After the words fell, JinchengJincheng couldn't help but look at the totem pole behind Tuzula.

On that pole, the ice crystal textures that looked like the tail of a phoenix were so touching.

The boy could not forget Tuzula's ability to create a small blizzard area by inserting this thick totem pole into the ground.

Jincheng came to chat with Tuzula, the shaman. The style of the ice crystal phoenix was very strong, so it would be good to learn something. The boy had a strong desire to learn.

"Hey, hey, hey! Little Jincheng, you have to add kindness~ Forget it! Don't ask me~ Tell me about yourself!" Tuzula said, while carrying so many things on his back, he bent down and lifted Jincheng up with his other arm.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing!"

Jincheng was suddenly carried up, and his limbs were waving wildly in the air. He regretted leaving the lovely and warm Sejuani to find Tuzula.

Tuzula put Jincheng steadily on his shoulders. Although he had a violent man's body, his face was inexplicably gentle: "Little Jincheng, why don't you want to go to the tent? You should have a quota, right?"

The man carried Jincheng and followed the tribe's migration team.

Jincheng felt the shaman's shoulders as steady as the earth with a shudder at first, and then he settled down and replied helplessly:

"Uncle Tuzula, you know that there are limited tents, and there are still a few wounded people in the tribe who need treatment. I think they must need it more!"

This is Jincheng's idea, which makes any elementary school student with a red scarf around his neck feel normal.

When Tuzula heard this, his majestic figure paused slightly, his mouth slightly opened in disbelief. He couldn't believe that a five-year-old child had such awareness.

This shamanka thought of himself when he was five years old. He was complacent in front of everyone because he could vaguely hear Anivia's guidance every day when he slept...

"Hahaha, you are worthy of being the little shamanka of our tribe. I heard that none of the injured died. I saw that they all recovered so well.

Hahaha, I actually respect a five-year-old child, Xiao Jincheng. Xijian said before that you are a shamanka, but I don't believe it at all, because shamankas are really rare. If you are not born as a shamanka, then you are not!

But now I believe it. You saved Kariko, Jin Jinsde... They all saved them. Oh my God, this is really great!"

Tuzula did not hesitate to praise with his expression. Such a big and majestic person, looking at Jincheng sitting on his shoulders, still praised loudly with surprise.

"Well, I'm not that good. I really didn't play a big role..."

Jincheng was slightly startled when he heard this, and explained embarrassedly.

"How could it be? When the tribe fought in the past, the wounded died so badly. This time, there were so many wounded, but no one died! Little guy..." Tuzula even cited some previous things and expressed his affirmation of Jincheng.

Seeing this, Jincheng also shut up helplessly.

Eight days ago, he just wanted to save as many people as possible, and sent some anti-infection medicine casually, and he sent a lot less, which was extremely serious.

Originally, Jincheng thought that he would be thankful if he could save one or two of the dozen seriously injured compatriots.

Jincheng guessed that some of those who were slightly injured would die of infection.

But the result was that all the wounded treated by Jincheng survived, and none of them died, including those who were seriously injured and were about to die.

Those guys were holding on to eat the wheat coarse grains in the next game.

Jincheng really doubted that even without him, these warriors who survived the selection in the polar regions would recover automatically as long as they were fed.

Unfortunately, no tribe would spend food to feed the wounded.

In the past, the tribe treated the wounded by playing badly and relying on the black ice of the frost priests to heal. As for enough food... the tribe provided part, and the rest depended on the wounded themselves.

Jincheng felt that his biggest role was to provide food.

And the wounded who were all rescued this time obviously didn't think so. They felt that after drinking the bucket of potion provided by Jincheng, they felt warm all over and their injuries improved.

Therefore, the guys who survived are now all spreading Jincheng's previous words. They are spreading that Jincheng must be a great shaman.