It was dark very quickly in Frelljod, and the sun was above sea level in Zel, so it was completely dark here in Bronn.

Although I haven't enjoyed enough sunshine, Frelljord has the cleanest and clear night sky in the world. Watching the stars flashing in the swelling aurora is also a kind of spectacle.

It was also the first time that Xiao Poluo saw the aurora. The night sky a few days ago was covered with thick clouds, accompanied by large or small snowfalls, and it was impossible to see the whole picture.

And this time the night sky finally appeared in front of it in an unobstructed manner.

Under the cloudless sky, there is the aurora that twists like pasta, which unknowingly becomes the shape of Poluo delicacies. A huge love in the night sky is reflected in its longing black eyes.

It raises its front paws and thanks nature for its gifts.

"What dream are you having? The little guy's saliva is dripping on Bronn."

Accompanied by the thick sound, the Poluo aurora in front of him dissipated. Poluo, who came to his senses, licked off his saliva stains and looked at Bron with anger.

Bron stretched out two fingers to scratch the fluff on its chin, making it close its eyes comfortable. Then he squatted down and freed his feet to scratch the top of his head, looking like "Come here too". Bron directly put it in the palm of his hand and used his thumb to spread his brain, which made the little guy feel dizzy.

They have entered the holy land, and on the shore of the lake in Laxtak, people from many tribes gathered together to celebrate the coming of the festival.

"Look at this attitude... huh, it's a harvest festival, we can have a good time." Bron happily patted his belly. Poluo and his friends followed suit, and sat down with their butts sticking out and touched their pink and tender belly. The love on Poluo's belly was pink fluff, not exposed to the skin, otherwise his belly would have been frozen long ago.

Bron came just in time and caught up with the Harvest Festival in Avarosa. Harvest Festival has always been the greatest celebration of all tribes in the year, and it is also the last celebration before the cold winter covers the earth.

The tribe will take out the food accumulated in summer and welcome the arrival of Enivia. When she flew over Freljord, spread her wings and sprinkled with ice and snow, the land will be nourished in the long winter and bear more abundant gifts in the coming year.

The Harvest Festival in Avarosa welcomes all the friendly countries. As long as they come here, they sit around the campfire and eat meat and drink soup, they will be a family.

The huge brazier ignited a lively flame, and the heart of the flame stretched high into the air, attracting people to gather. Bronn also followed the crowds and flocked to the gentle hillside in front of the sanctuary.

"Bronn rarely sees so many people gather together. There are so many tribes that cannot count. Only in Avarosa can you see such a scene." He sighed, and found a place to stand on the hillside. He was strong and he was one head taller than others. From a distance, he could see a braised egg shining and reflecting in the crowd.

The ice descendants are relatively rare in Avarosa. After all, most of the ones Ash included were furnaces and not warriors. People saw that he was a powerful ice bloodline, so they made way for him to leave.

Bronn actually didn't mind standing with others. Maybe this shield was too hindered. Zhen Bing embedded on the ram's head exuded a cold aura, which ordinary people really couldn't stand.

The war mother Ash seemed to have not arrived yet. People prayed for the ice sculptures of Avarosa under the glacier, praying for the long winter to be smoothly spent, praying for the prosperity of the tribe's martial arts and the success of the battle.

The three sisters of Hanbiao were the earliest and most powerful ancestors that the Frelljodes could trace back since records were recorded. They seized Frelljodes from the demigods in that wilderness. Legend has it that the ice bloodline was the gift they left to this land, which made no matter how terrible the cold could not defeat the ice. They could even pick up the weapons made by the ice produced by Enivia.

Bronn prayed as the crowd prayed, and murmured one after another. Poluo also learned to recite silently, hoping that the three sisters could give them a lot of Poluo delicacies.

Afterwards, Bronn, who was a little bored, felt that he was itchy without saying anything. But people were praying attentively, and it seemed impolite to go up to disturb him.

So, he naturally thought of the friend he just made today, the guy who dared not show up.

"Poro Muzhe, can you hear it?"

The customized Poluo Cup utensils are delivered and the previous ordinary Cup utensils must be completely replaced.

Zell was washing dishes in the kitchen when he suddenly heard Bron's call. He snapped his fingers and summoned the treasure book, but unexpectedly it splashed Roy next to him with a watery face.

Roy glared at him coldly. She had a rather cold face, and her stern face seemed too cold. Zell didn't know she was beside her, so she turned her head and met her eyes. She was frightened by the murderous intent in her eyes and almost threw the plate.

This feeling is like taking out your phone and trying to fish at work, but I find that the leader is standing behind me, with his gloomy expression exuding an unparalleled sense of oppression.

"Do you want me to wipe it for you?" Zell said carefully, quickly wiping his wet hands on his body.

But the hands that had been soaked in water were not allowed to do it by just rubbing it, and the atmosphere became even more gloomy. He could only pretend to be innocent and mutter: "You should wear gloves. Remember to remind me to regulate my homework next time."

"I know how to be lazy every day. I can't do it well if I ask you to help me." Roy raised her shoulder and rubbed her face, scolded him and then went out with the newly washed plate.

Zell wiped his sweat, he was obviously the boss.

"Man? Are you here?"

Bron's voice came again, and Zell asked Poluo Baodian to turn on the flight mode, floated in front of his eyes and opened the book door, and left his free hands to continue washing the dishes.

He agreed casually, and he couldn't use it in two parts. "You can hear it... Hey, why are you so many people?"

"It turns out that you can see the scene in Bron. Bron came to the sanctuary after listening to your suggestion and happened to meet the Avarosa people holding a Harvest Festival."

"It's a coincidence." Zell's movement slowed down and looked at the crowded scene with interest. If it weren't for the business now, he would have wanted to teleport the Polos to attend the traditional festival of Freljode.

"Don't you come and have a look?" Bron tried to send out the invitation.

"I can't get through." Zel glanced at Roy who was rushing by the door, "and it wasn't very convenient to speak."

"It's a pity that it's not a company for such a grand festival."

I think you are addicted to words! Zell curled his lips: "Isn't Poluo still with you? If you want to talk, you can say it, I can hear it."

"Okay..." Bron was depressed.

Although he knew that he would forget the unhappiness at this moment, Zell still said to him: "I'll give you some advice. The celebration will start later. Go to the children's table to eat."

"Oh? Do you know Bron likes to tell stories to kids?"

"Ahem, what I mean is that children eat less and have a lot of fun. When they finish eating, no one will compete with you for food." The implication is to eat more and talk less.
Chapter completed!