Runeland: My Cold Fox Chinese version of the game

The buildings in the north do not have a specific architectural style.

They do not have the tall and solemn architecture of Demacia, nor the unique iron-blooded architecture of Noxus, not to mention the giant tree house style of Ionia where people live in harmony with nature...

Jincheng has also learned about the architecture of other countries from books. Compared with those civilizations, the tents of Freljord seem worthless.

But in Freljord, people will definitely choose the tents of Freljord, because it focuses on warmth, and it can open up a warm space for Freljord people to rest in the ice and snow.

The Warm Mother Xijian of the Winter Claw, the woman rushed into the warm tent belonging to the Warm Mother with wind and snow on her body.

She stood at the door and shook off the snow on her body. As the temperature rose, she took off her fur coat and threw it on the wooden shelf beside her.

Compared with the cold ice and snow, even the Iceborn like to be in a warm tent.

The silver-white long hair unique to adult Iceborns complemented the snowflakes, and Xijian's blue eyes were exactly the same as Sejuani's.

If the scars on her face and body were removed, Xijian would undoubtedly be a very beautiful and strong child of the North.

In the Northland tribe, strong women are beautiful, and if they have small breasts and small buttocks, they will really be looked down upon. The War Mother is respected by the entire tribe.

At this time, in this warm tent belonging to the War Mother, the oil lamp was still flickering, the flame was still burning in the fireplace, and the smoke was discharged to the outside through the unique exhaust duct of the building.

On the two large beds in the room, one was empty, and Jincheng and Sejuani were sleeping on the other.

Xijian's grandmother is now in a state of no blood alliance. In fact, she has had many blood alliances, but her previous blood alliances have died in battle for various reasons.

As a blood alliance of the War Mother, the responsibility she shoulders is always heavier than that of ordinary warriors.

On a bed, the little girl had fallen asleep peacefully leaning against the boy, while the boy was reading a book about legendary myths in his hand to increase his knowledge.

Jincheng didn't want to be a fool. The standard of a strong man is not just brute force and magic! Wisdom, insight, command ability, and personal charm are also the paths to becoming a strong man!

This book constantly points out these myths and legends, such as the mountains and basins in the Freljord, which were all smashed out by Ornn with his forging hammer.

Another example is that the Throne of Avarosa is real, and so on.

Of course, the author of the book clearly stated that these stories are all false.

Jincheng found that someone had seriously drawn a very abstract map at the back of this book, and the map of the Throne of Avarosa was marked on it.

Although it is a story.

But Jincheng read it with relish. He didn't regard these myths as stories. In Runeland, he was sure that no matter how outrageous the myths were, there was a certain possibility that they were true.

"Little Jincheng? Are you reading again?" Xijian immediately glanced at the book in Jincheng's hand after entering the room. After finding out that it was not Demacia language but Freljord mythology, his stern face softened a lot.

Jincheng had heard Xijian's voice entering the room a long time ago. After hearing Xijian's words, he slowly closed the book, got out of the quilt, and put on his coat.

Just like every time the banquet ended, he got up and ran to the kitchen to bring out the rice wine that was still warming on a low fire for Xijian.

Wine! For a region with scarce resources, this is such a luxurious word.

"Okay!" Xijian was already sitting on the chair. Seeing this, he immediately took the broken bowl handed over by Jincheng with a smile on his face.

After doing all this, Jin Cheng asked the questions that had been accumulating in his mind. He was respectful and spoke softly, trying not to offend the War Mother:

"Grandmother~ Why did you kill the leader of the North Wind Clan and even all the North Wind Warriors at that time? Didn't they surrender?

Obviously our tribe is not strong enough! Absorb them into the Winter Claw tribe. You were willing to take in even the weak and the homeless before!"

Jin Cheng watched Xi Jian drinking rice wine, and he sat next to Xi Jian. He was actually worried that the Winter Claw tribe was not strong enough, so that it was not able to resist risks. As a young boy, all he could do was to try his best to change the cruel thoughts of the War Mother who was close to him.

"Isn't the vision of Freljord to give strength to the strong and shelter to the weak!

Take them in, absorb them! Strength makes the leader strong! And the weak can become strength under the protection of the strong!

And they, the people you just slaughtered, can become your strength~ my beloved grandmother..."

The boy continued softly, he did not offend the majesty of the War Mother at all, acting like a counselor.

Jincheng is not a saint.

Even if the time traveler can't do this or that, it seems that everything depends on the golden finger.

But their unique ideas will surely inspire others.

Xi Jian's speed of drinking rice wine gradually slowed down as Jincheng spoke softly.

Xi Jian said that if anyone else dared to come out in a pretentious manner and reminded himself in the name of questioning what he had done, then that person would bear the thunderous anger of the War Mother, and thus make his position clear under the anger of the War Mother.

But as Jincheng finished speaking, Xijian just smiled. She put down the bowl and looked at Jincheng deeply, then smiled leisurely and said:

"I'm beginning to believe that you are Ornn's shaman card, little Jincheng!

Freljord's vision. Oh, my God, little Jincheng, do you want to unify Freljord? Who do you rely on, me? Or Kojia?"

Jincheng didn't reply, but subconsciously looked back at the blonde girl who was still sleeping in the quilt.

Xi Jian saw the whole scene. She looked at Jin Cheng and Sejuani deeply, and reminded Jin Cheng:

"If it wasn't you who asked me this question, but someone else, I would have told him to shut up. But since it's my little Shaman Ka, it's worth my explanation...

Little Jin Cheng, do you think Vikor is weak? Do you really think that the guy who has the iron-blooded courage to lead the team to plunder the Winter Claw tribe is weak, and I can easily suppress her?"

Little Sejuani's deep sleep allowed Xi Jian, who was extremely strong in the eyes of others, to throw questions to Jin Cheng.

"Ah, this..." Jin Cheng was a little at a loss. He had nothing to say. After all, he had never fought with the North Wind War Mother, and he would be killed in seconds if he fought. How could he know?

Seeing this, Xi Jian continued to ask with a smile on his face:

"Besides, do you mean that I should agree to Vikor's surrender? Let the people of other tribes on the ice field see that anyone can come to plunder the Winter Claw?

Let the wolves on the ice field think that we are weak? After all, the final result is pretty good, just surrender? We will even use food to feed them, right?

Naive child, we are about to migrate? Is there enough food? There are many problems, don't be too one-sided, or can you use magic to send more supplies?"

The words of the war mother full of wild wisdom made Jincheng silent.

The boy shut up angrily. Although he did leave a lot of money to buy other things every time, he thought it was not a waste to give Sejuani, the tribe, hope for the future.

Xi Jian stood up with a smile. She reached out her hand and rubbed Jin Cheng's head lovingly, and then suddenly warned:

"Actually, what you said makes sense. And in the morning, I also saw your bravery. I really can't believe that this is something a child without ice blood can do.

A powerful warrior who faces the looters.

But, I have to tell you one thing. Although I know that you really care about little Sejuani, next time, you don't have to save little Sejuani. Do you understand? Don't you know how important you are?"

"???" Jin Cheng suddenly raised his head and looked at Xi Jian. The boy felt a little unbelievable. He swallowed and wanted to tell Xi Jian: Sejuani is your granddaughter! Are you kidding?

But when he saw Xi Jian's firm eyes, he suddenly felt that the other party was not lying, she really felt so.

Jin Cheng's senses suddenly became complicated.

Emotionally, Jin Cheng was a little inexplicably moved, but rationally, Jin Cheng understood that his ability was too important to the Winter Claw and Xi Jian.

Seeing this, Xijian laughed and joked:

"Little guy, after all, you don't think that little Sejuani will be able to unify Freljord and become the ruler of Freljord in the future, right?

Besides, do you know how big Freljord is? These are not things that can be read in books, you have to walk with your feet!"

"Hahaha!" Xijian's grandmother smiled and took another sip of rice wine from the bowl, and suddenly the boy's inexplicably firm voice sounded.

"Grandma! I hope you know that Sejuani Battleaxe will definitely become one of the most powerful and outstanding rulers in Freljord. Her strength will make her qualified to rule anyone... Why do you think I didn't leave with my sworn father and stayed in the Winter Claw tribe?"

"Hmm?" Xijian subconsciously raised her head when she heard this.

She saw the light in the boy's eyes, and the familiar five-year-old child was inexplicably like a shaman conveying an oracle and making a sincere prophecy about the future.

This made Xijian speechless.

The young girl, who was at the center of the exchange of words, was still sleeping soundly on the bed.

…

In the end, no one cared about the remainingAfter all, the cold wind will devour the North Wind Clan without protection.

The entire tribe of Winter Claw is preparing for the migration to the south.

As the days of preparation passed, the migration to the south officially arrived.