Runeland: My Cold Fox Chinese version of the game

"Shoot! Why don't you shoot? Where are the arrows?"

"Shoot harder!"

"Why did you stop? Can't you see that the situation is still serious?"

Some people subconsciously looked up when the rain of arrows stopped.

Some tribal warriors roared and asked the archers in the rear for support.

"Even if you have an iron body, you can't shoot so intensely!" This is an archer who has changed to a battle axe. He immediately spoke up to defend the archers, and a hint of understanding appeared on his face.

Only they know that archery is actually very tiring! It's okay to shoot once, but if you really shoot at a high intensity, even the strongest body can't bear it, and even the strongest warriors and men will become weak.

The arms are exhausted and trembling like a pendulum. This is the pain that only archers understand.

Of course, there were also archers who were immersed in the art of archery. After seeing the sword rain stop, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and also felt a little disappointed: Yes, so what if they are sharpshooters, physical strength must be a limitation!

And those trolls who had to free up one hand to protect their cheeks, after feeling that the arrows that were extremely threatening were no longer shooting down, were afraid to open their fingers and tentatively scout.

When these trolls found that there were really no more magic arrows falling, they once again burst out with powerful fighting power.

Each of them was a monster among monsters.

The trolls wielded huge weapons furiously. They were ready to break through the middle of the team, eat some "food" and run away.

The pressure from these five troll warriors was too great. Even as warriors of Freljord, everyone dared to attack such monsters with the determination for the tribe.

The blood and limbs on the ground were enough to prove this.

The snow was dyed red.

Moreover, these trolls were wearing crude armor, which made the already difficult battle even more difficult to end.

Those who were qualified to wear such tattered armor were already the elite among the trolls.

The warriors who were dozens of times more numerous than the trolls and dozens of extraordinary people could not suppress the rampage of these trolls.

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"Old man! Shoot, shoot a few more arrows!"

"I beg you to bend your bow and arrow, didn't you hear someone on the battlefield calling you to keep shooting!"

Old Noka and Old Grandel stopped watching the beautiful shooting, stunned for a moment, and then became anxious like ants on a hot pot.

Old man! The old people in Freljord are wise and experienced.

Old Noka certainly knew that even if he rushed up, he would be sending himself, and the young man's archery skills could really affect the battle situation.

"Aren't you shooting easily? Why don't you continue! Damn it!"

Others can't see it, but can't Old Grandel see it?

The old guy blew his beard and glared, saying that he had been beside Jincheng all along, stopping the fleeing tribesmen from affecting Jincheng's shooting.

Old Deng saw with his own eyes: the guy had to hold his breath and exert force when he started shooting, but later, he didn't know whether his body was moving or something, and his posture of drawing the bow and arrow was even getting easier.

Old Grandel didn't understand the principle, but he didn't want to understand it. He just wanted the traveler to continue to suppress the rain of arrows.

"I beg you, old guy!" Old Noka, who was looking hopeful, begged Jincheng hoarsely with red eyes, and even prepared to climb down from Yukar to kowtow to Jincheng.

"No...no...yes...don't kowtow! I'll take off...take off...clothes~clothes..."

Jincheng's face flushed, and his speech began to be a little intermittent.

He also had a good impression of the two old guys.

But it was too tight. The heavy armor Sejuani gave him was too tight. As [Titan's Resoluteness] was judged to be successful, his body became stronger, and the heavy armor was squeezed, and the whole person seemed to be bursting.

Jincheng hurriedly dismounted and began to take off his armor. It was a bit slow for one person to take off his armor. Fortunately, in the past, Jincheng and Sejuani often played the heavy armor version of North's Fury due to some obsessions in their previous lives at home in the tribe, so they were familiar with the structure of the same type of heavy armor.

"What... do you want to do?" Seeing this, old Noka, who had already played Yukal, had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"His situation seems... not optimistic!" Old Grandel, who used to be a tribal medical soldier, looked at Jincheng's current situation and made a decisive inference.

He even took the "warrior" Jincheng to a safe place.

"Huh! Finally took it off!" Jincheng didn't need to take off his armor later. His strong body naturally stretched out the heavy armor that was untied, and the fur coat inside was revealed.

"Giant... troll? He's a troll? So big! He's so big, what's going on?" Old Noka watched Jin Cheng break free and move quickly.The body grew longer, and he subconsciously raised his small battle axe.

Old Noka's eyes were still a little confused, and many people who were still fleeing were screaming and shouting as they ran away.

"Don't! Trolls are not like this!" Even the knowledgeable Grandel was a little confused about the situation in Jincheng, but his experience told him:

'If you don't understand, it's the Beast Walker. If it's not the Beast Walker, it's the Shaman. If it's not, it's the Iceborn. If it's none of these, it must be magical magic. ’

Seeing the archer Jincheng rushing to the battlefield, the old Noka who had just suspected that Jincheng was a troll could no longer care. He shouted anxiously: "Young man, don't be impulsive! You are a sharpshooter..."

"Hey! I haven't seen a real troll since I left the tribe. I'm looking forward to it. I really want to see how powerful the troll is!

Don't worry, old man. As a good man of Freljord, how could I let the old man have the opportunity to go to the battlefield!"

Then Jincheng didn't ride the giant wolf Jiaoyue anymore. He just strode towards the battlefield. By the way, he also stretched out his hand and gave the two old guys a thumbs up.

The giant shield was thrown away by him, and the strong bow and quiver were thrown by Jincheng casually beside the giant wolf.

The huge broadsword and kite steel stick in Jincheng's hands were already held by his arms, which were as thick as his waist at this moment, and were overlapped together. After a few rotations, the sound of snapping between the broadsword handle and the kite steel stick sounded, which meant that the weapons had been formed.

The twenty-five layers of [Titan's Determination], which had also been fully stacked, seemed to have been suppressed for too long and suddenly burst out, and was completely released within two or three seconds.

Jin Cheng's figure at this moment was no less than that of the strongest troll.

The gray-black [Titan's Determination] armor that suddenly appeared made him look like a killing machine.

The powerful dynamic vision gifted by his talent allowed Jin Cheng to instantly understand the situation on the battlefield.

There were still people fleeing ahead, so the road was not smooth.

"Anivia!"

"Ice Phoenix spread its wings!"

The battle cry sounded like thunder, no less deafening than the roar of the troll army's attack.