Runeland: My Cold Fox Chinese version of the game

"Trolls!"

"It's a troll, the sound of that monster, this kind of ugly roar that scratches my eardrums, I will never forget it in my life!"

"Oh my God, we encountered a troll!"

The well-informed travelers immediately recognized the source of the roar.

Those who had seen the trolls with their own eyes immediately began to panic and anxious at this moment.

At the same time, outside the tent, the knights riding Enuk or other creatures who were supposed to guard the team were all trying their best to urge their mounts to rush to the front of the team at this moment.

That is, the direction where the troll's roar came from.

The mounts ran wildly, bringing pieces of flying snow on the ground.

Those warriors who didn't arrive in time at the first time, all let out human roars in the hope of deterring the incoming trolls.

There are no high mountains around, so no one is afraid of avalanches.

The location of Jincheng's tent is actually at the back of the entire team.

It was actually quite far from the front.

"Let's run! Old man, your tribe has been attacked by trolls, everyone, run away quickly, only by running away can you survive!

You run too, drive and let's run together, the Notai tribe is absolutely finished!"

The traveler who had shouted to the old man to share the wine suddenly stood up and reminded everyone loudly.

The caretaker of the tent, the old man of the Notai clan, did not refute the guy's words, but just glared at him, and then rushed out with an anxious face. He could only pray that the warriors of the tribe were strong enough.

"Bullshit!" A strong man dressed in barbarian clothes suddenly stood up and shouted at the timid traveler, "There are no cowards in Freljord! I want to help the Notai clan."

"Qi! You, have you seen a troll?" The traveler was scolded for being cowardly and got angry, and shouted loudly at the warrior dressed in barbarian clothes.

Without waiting for the man to answer, the traveler began to show his own knowledge and experience:

"Trolls! Everyone must have heard of these guys in Freljord. Each of them is nearly four meters tall.

The warriors of our Ice Crystal Tribe are not even half as tall as those trolls.

They are not only tall, but more importantly, their huge bodies are covered with muscles as hard as iron and stone. Arrows are useless against them!

They can grab humans, tear them apart, and eat them with one hand. Moreover, they can also use weapons, huge sticks, big sticks... It's terrible.

The most terrible thing is that they eat people one by one! Chew them up, their strength is so great that I can't describe it...

In the end, I really can't describe the horror of trolls, but as long as you see them, you will understand. The most important thing is that these things usually act in groups!

They are not stupid. They know how to cooperate and find out the traps of humans!"

Even though the traveler introduced it here, there were not many warriors among the few people who were afraid.

Everyone still called for help.

Until a tourist exclaimed: "Ice Crystal Tribe, the tribe that has disappeared? You are..."

"That's right! I'm from the Ice Crystal Clan, our War Mother is a powerful Iceborn, but she was destroyed by the trolls... Tsk, my tribe was destroyed by the trolls... I want to escape, everyone come together!"

The traveler showed anxiety and panic. He wanted to escape, but it was difficult for him to survive on the ice field alone, so he wanted to take a few people with him.

Jincheng listened quietly to these people's description of the trolls, after all, he had never seen a troll.

I don't know if these trolls bully the weak and fear the strong or what, anyway, the trolls have never appeared in the Winter Claw tribe.

This also makes Jincheng's understanding of trolls only some of the past life, as well as the rumors and troll portraits heard in this life.

Jincheng has no specific concept of the strength of the trolls.

However, no matter in any story in Freljord, the trolls are bad and extremely powerful.

"Hey! Everyone...everyone, are you all going to run? But that's right...I..." The old man looked anxiously at the distance. He could no longer see anything in the distance, only a little light and shadow could be seen. He turned around and saw that some people had already started to run for their lives.

After all, they were not on the same side as the Notai clan, and they would not fight to the death with them.

...

The roars and chopping sounds broke the silence of the ice and snow.

The shouts and chopping sounds that soared into the sky were heard by almost the entire migrating team. The huge flames of war were the signal of the tribe, guiding every brave warrior to the battlefield.

At this time, several passengers who had just arrived also got off the tent and fled to other directions of the ice field. No one could blame them for anything, after all, they had paid the price before coming.

The whole team had seen the vicious trolls., they all chose to flee.

But more people still sat in their own team section, looking at the battlefield far away from them, silently and helplessly.

This kind of people are indecisive.

The old man naturally saw this scene, but he did not stop anything. Instead, he began to untie the three Yukars pulling the cart, and shouted at the old guy who was supposed to be driving:

"Old Noka, dare you get on? Old bastard!"

"Fuck, what is there to be afraid of? It's just a few trolls! Grandel, don't look down on me! When I was young, I was also called the North Wind of Notai!" The thin old Deng who was driving the car shouted, blowing his beard and glaring.

"Okay! Get your weapons!" Grandel, the old guy who didn't allow others to say bad things about Bron, took out a big knife from somewhere and shouted with full energy.

He straddled a Yukar not very neatly.

The old man also saw the heavily armored beast walker who had already mounted the back of the huge frost-toothed wolf. The old man did not ask for help, but just gritted his teeth and waved the reins.

At this moment.

"Hey, old man, you have to take me with you. You haven't told me the story about Braum yet..."

Jincheng's doubtful voice came from behind the old man...