Runeland: My Cold Fox Chinese version of the game

Seven ice eagles soared through the blue sky, their cold wings constantly flapping the frost covering them.

A lonely and desolate mountain stood abruptly on a gray pebble beach, like a lonely watcher, gradually sliding into the shallow sea.

Right here, a little girl walked slowly alone, as if she was the only one left in the world.

Because in this world, no one remembered her name except herself.

She bent down gently and picked up a crab. The crab was shiny black, and a pair of square eyes were spinning on the top of its head.

She held it carefully, fearing that she would hurt it, but the sharp crab legs still gently poked her soft palm.

She slowly raised her eyes and looked at the dark sea surface, only to see a huge piece of floating ice floating on it.

The floating ice was pushed by the almost frozen waves and slowly approached the shore.

When it finally reached land, it stumbled onto the rocky beach and began to melt.

It shrank little by little, revealing a woman curled up in an ice cradle.

The girl unconsciously let go of the crab she was holding tightly in her hand.

Lissandra stood up from the broken ice and waves, and she looked like-

"Witch!" The girl screamed in horror.

Instantly, the power of ice, a bone-chilling cold wind mixed with snowflakes and ice cubes, and the hot cold breath of the little girl gushed out of her mouth.

The witch disappeared, leaving only the little girl who cried out a blizzard.

She woke up from a dying fire, and the other children around her were still sleeping.

A woman with a determined expression was watching over them, carrying a sharp spear and a sharp axe behind her.

They all knew that their mother was willing to protect them with her life.

An ember rose from the stove and landed on the tattered fur at the feet of little Ashe.

She touched it with her finger.

The ember froze instantly.

Lissandra had passed into another dream, but she knew to keep a close eye on the child.

She was the Iceborn. She could be a new weapon in the coming war.

Or a new enemy.

Dreams were Lissandra's most powerful weapon, and one of the key means by which she ruled the land.

By entering each person's dreams, she could see into their innermost thoughts and desires.

The Frostguard were the most powerful of the tribes, and it was because of the Iceborn's power.

Lissandra's power was so omnipresent that her presence could be felt even in the frozen wastes of the Freljord.

Even in that cold and mysterious realm, the Void slept peacefully in the sea of ​​​​true ice beneath Lissandra's throne.

Lissandra had lost her eyes long ago to the claws of a wild demigod.

She had only dreams.

The chills she felt in her dreams went beyond the chill of her blood.

Whenever Lissandra touched ice, her skin would feel a piercing chill, but she had long been accustomed to this feeling.

For her, ice is not a pain, but a source of strength.

Only in an icy environment can Lissandra feel at ease.

When Lissandra walked into the dream of the void, blindness became a gift.

Just feeling their presence was creepy, let alone walking in their dreams.

There, she could peek into their secret desires for the world and understand their plans and conspiracies.

Lissandra knew the danger of these beings. If they woke up from the dream, it would bring great disaster to the whole world.

Therefore, she must take all necessary measures to prevent them from waking up.

She used her magical power to trap them in endless dreams and let them continue to sleep.

True Ice is just another means.

Until a certain moment, one of the giant shadows began to throb.

Lissandra had sensed the presence of the shadow since the last new moon, and had prayed desperately that it would return to sleep on its own—

And now, the unfathomable being twisted among her companions, increasingly restless.

She removed her hood. Her ornate robes slid from her ankles to the ground, and she walked lightly toward the frozen void.

Lissandra reached out and stroked the ice. Her long hair fell across her face, hiding the marks of time, the scars and holes above her eyes.

She had learned how to walk in dreams long, long ago.

It allowed her to traverse this harsh land in the blink of an eye, to cover incredible distances, and to travel through every moment.Hundreds of times before sunrise.

Sometimes she even forgot where her body was.

Now her mind drifted down, through the barrier.

She pondered the thickness of the True Ice. It was foolish to place the weight of one's faith on a layer of glass, but there was no other choice.

On the other side, the Void was threatening.

It was bigger than a mountain.

But it was still small, wasn't it?

Lissandra had never dared to test the defenses of the big guys - those guys looked like they could devour gravity and time itself, not just worlds, but entire planes of reality.

These creatures were so huge that the girl standing before them felt so small and insignificant, like a grain of frost in a blizzard, ready to be submerged at any moment.

But Lissandra did not retreat, instead focusing her attention on the huge and terrifying creature in front of her.

Its dreams became hers.

Another Lissandra who belongs to the dream is waiting there, in the dream.

She will let the void continue to sleep...

...

Whether it is the so-called void or the dreams of those creatures, Lissandra can enter and exit at will.

However, at this moment, she fell into a dream that even she felt a little overwhelmed.

Lissandra always followed Nunu's footsteps.

The frost witch has always been skeptical about the choice of the earth.

In ancient times, the power that the three sisters dreamed of but could not get was given to a young man who was only twenty years old by the earth.

There is no doubt that Lissandra's heart is full of envy, jealousy and resentment.

She couldn't help but wonder if Freljord had gone blind and couldn't see who had been silently guarding this land.

However, when Lissandra saw Jincheng leaving Freljord again and again, her heart was filled with fear.

She was worried that Freljord would give power to a white-eyed wolf that would never be tamed.

That’s why she had that seemingly excited reaction.

In the end, by following Nunu, Lissandra did find the Golden City.