Runeland: My Cold Fox Chinese version of the game

Ride forward! Like an avalanche pouring down from a mountain! Crash them!

The little girl, who was just over one meter tall, carried a large wooden shield. Her body and the shield formed a stable triangle. As the little figure and her short legs moved, she rushed forward at a fast speed. It was an extremely fierce charge.

The short legs moved very fast!

You know, if a modern adult were to charge with a shield, he would be exhausted or hurt by the speed or the movements.

A three-year-old child, when other three-year-olds couldn't run fast or steadily, this guy could already charge steadily with a shield.

And the charge of this little girl was actually a bit tragic at this moment.

It's like someone said that in Freljord, even a stronger baby can fight better than you!

In front of the charging figure, the little boy holding a well-fitting wooden spear had already exhausted his body but had no time to dodge.

Although the opponent was only about one meter tall, in Jincheng's eyes, the young figure was like the Freljord beast Juvask Boar, charging towards him with all his strength.

"Stop it! Little Sejuani! Brute force doesn't mean anything..."

Seeing the latter sprinting non-stop, the slightly strong, nearly 1.3 meters tall, black-haired boy wearing clothes made of white fur of frost claw wolf immediately held the wooden spear tightly with both hands to block in front of him.

The boy looked panicked, he wanted to stop the other party loudly, but the effect of his words was not significant.

So the boy had to bite his teeth and lean over, holding the spear tightly with both hands, making a gesture to welcome the collision.

"Bang!"

The two figures, one big and one small, collided with each other without any technical content at this moment.

A sound of dead wood breaking was heard. The wooden spear broke with a bang.

Unexpectedly, it was the taller figure that was knocked away more than a meter.

The broken wooden spear flew high with a little wood chips.

"Oh~"

A cry of pain sounded.

The winner was decided.

The five-year-old boy was lying on the ground at this moment. The pain all over his body made him feel as if he was hit by a wild boar.

His eyes were tightly closed in pain.

"Brother! Brother! Are you okay?" The young girl was clumsy and saw the boy being knocked away by her, so she quickly threw down her shield and ran over with concern.

Jincheng looked up at the young girl opposite him, whom he should call "sister", with a gloomy face.

He felt that even if his three-year-old sister was put in a cage with various ferocious beast cubs, she could show him what it means to tear a ferocious beast apart with bare hands.

"It's okay, of course it's okay!" The boy stood up despite the pain.

But the boy's clenched fists represented his inner uneasiness and disbelief.

The boy's head was relatively large, like a big-headed doll compared to the children of ordinary families, but his body was also particularly white, plump and strong, and he looked well-nourished.

The bruises on his face looked a bit annoying.

The children watching the battle around saw this scene and applauded the young girl Sejuani.

The young girl with short platinum hair and wearing warm clothes made of Juvask boar fur immediately raised her head and chest. She raised her hands high to face the praise without any embarrassment, and proudly accepted the praise of her companions around her.

Because in the harsh land of Freljord, no one thinks that modesty is a good character. As the daughters of Freljord, strength and ferocity are what they are most proud of.

No one laughed at the boy lying on the ground, because in the matriarchal society of Freljord, women are the strong ones!

Especially Sejuani, who claims to be the future war mother of the Winter Claw tribe.

In Freljord, the leader of each tribe is usually called the war mother.

It is normal for men to be unable to beat women, but it is a shame for women to be unable to beat men, even if the boy is five years old and the girl is three years old.

In everyone's eyes, the boy is already strong enough. At least in the entire Winter Claw tribe, no child under the age of six can beat the boy, regardless of gender.

But Jincheng's values ​​really made him unable to accept the fact that he was defeated by a three-year-old girl, even though he had tried his best! He even used a powerful weapon called wisdom.

And the opponent was a three-year-old girl who only knew how to hold a shield and rushed around stupidly!

But in the eyes of others, it is normal to lose to the daughter of the war mother!

"You are so powerful, Nizi, your pig charge is really good..."

"Don't call me Nizi, brother, you are weak~ My name is Sejuani!! This is the power of Winter's Wrath!Quantity!

I am the future war mother of the Winter Claw tribe: Winter's Wrath! What pigs are advancing rapidly, don't say anything nonsense, otherwise even if you are my brother, I will..."

The little girl opened her eyes wide and raised her head proudly, and then she stared at Jincheng, clenched her fists and said in a childish voice.

At the age of three, she can already speak clearly.

Three years old means that she has lived through three winters.

Jincheng's eyes were a little uncertain when he heard it, and he clenched and unclenched his hands, then supported himself on the ground and stood up, clenched his palms again, and then a milk bottle suddenly appeared in the boy's hand, and the milk bottle was filled with a bottle of pure white milk:

"Here! Shut up, take it! "

The little girl didn't speak, not because she didn't want to.

But her eyes had already been shining, and her beautiful blue eyes were eagerly staring at the thing in Jincheng's hand.

The little girl's desperately pretended childishness was instantly broken.

This is milk!

In this snow-covered continent, food is extremely scarce. In many tribes, even as the offspring of the war mother, the little girl can't eat and wear warm clothes. How can she resist the severe cold of Freljord if she is not full? A bottle of warm and delicious animal milk is extremely tempting!

The little girl clearly remembers that the milk her eldest brother took out was fragrant and sweet, and it didn't have the fishy smell of the animal milk outside. After drinking it, the little belly was warm, which made people feel very comfortable!

"Big pot, what are you doing? ..."

The next moment, her voice softened immediately, and she looked at Jincheng eagerly. After receiving the affirmative message from the other party, she opened her mouth like a puppy and bit the pacifier.

Jincheng also stuffed the bottle of milk into the middle school girl who kept saying "tribe".

Then, the girl's ability to speak was sealed by the pacifier.

"Pu...pu..."

The girl held the bottle with both hands, her beautiful eyes were calm, and there were bursts of sucking sounds from her mouth.

At the same time, from Jincheng's perspective, a string of numbers rose above the cute little girl's head.

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The other children watching didn't care about praising Sejuani, or even the so-called duel, and stared at the bottle of milk.