The correct way to cultivate poros

Chapter 71 Harvest Festival

It got dark quickly in the Freljord, where the sun was still above sea level on Zell, and completely dark here on Braum.

Although I haven't enjoyed enough sunshine, the Freljord has the cleanest and clearest night sky in the world. Watching the stars flashing in the surging aurora is also a superb view.

It was also the first time for the little Poro to see the aurora. The night sky in the past few days was covered with thick clouds, accompanied by heavy or small snowfall, and it was impossible to see the whole picture.

And this time the night sky finally appeared in front of it at a glance.

Under the cloudless sky, there is the aurora twisting like spaghetti, unconsciously transforming into the shape of poro delicacy, a huge love heart in the night sky, reflected in its two-way black eyes.

It raises its front paws, thanking nature for its gift.

"What were you dreaming about, little one. Drooling all over Braum."

Accompanied by a deep voice, the Poro Aurora in front of him dissipated.The Poro who came back to his senses licked off his own saliva, and looked at Braum in a huff.

Braum stretched out two fingers and scratched the down on its chin, and it closed its eyes comfortably.Then squatted down and scratched the top of his head with his back feet, with a look of "come here too".Braum put it directly in the palm of his hand and twisted his head with his thumbs, which made the little guy dizzy.

They had entered the holy place, and by the lake of Rakstark, people from many tribes had gathered to celebrate the coming of the festival.

"Look at this posture... Hoho, it's the Harvest Festival, we can feast our mouths." Braum patted his belly happily, and the Poro followed suit, sat down with their buttocks pouted, and patted their belly powder Tender belly.The heart on Poro's belly is pink fluff, not the exposed skin, otherwise the belly would have been frozen.

Braum arrives just in time for the Harvest Festival celebration in Avarosa.The Harvest Festival is always the greatest celebration of the year for all the tribes, and the last before winter covers the land.

The tribe will bring out the food accumulated in the summer to welcome Anivia's arrival.As she flies over the Freljord, she spreads her wings to shed ice and snow, nourishing the land through the long winter and bearing an even richer bounty in the coming year.

And the Harvest Festival celebration in Avarosa welcomes all friends who come here. As long as you come here and sit around the campfire and eat meat and drink soup, everyone will be a family.

Huge braziers blazed with living flames, their cores rising high into the air, drawing crowds to gather.Bloom also followed the crowd, from the lakeside to the gentle hillside in front of the sanctuary.

"Bron seldom sees so many people gather together. There are too many tribes to count. Only in Avarosa can you see such a scene." He sighed and found a place on the hillside. Standing in the same position, he is a head taller than others, and he can see a marinated egg shining in the crowd from a distance.

Iceborn are still relatively rare in Avarosa. After all, most of Ashe's recruits are furnace households rather than fighters.People saw that he was of a powerful ice blood, and gave way to him one after another.

In fact, Braum didn't mind standing with others. Maybe this shield was too much of a hindrance. The pure ice embedded in the ram's head exuded a cold breath, which most people really couldn't stand.

Warmother Ashe didn't seem to be there yet. People prayed to the ice sculptures in Avarosa under the glacier, wishing that the long winter would pass smoothly, that the tribe would have a prosperous martial arts, and that they would win frequently in battles.

The Three Ice Sisters are the earliest and most powerful ancestors of the Freljord that can be traced back to the records. They took the Freljord from the demigods in that wild age. The gift they left to this land made it impossible for the Iceborn, no matter how frightening the cold, to take up weapons forged from the pure ice that Anivia engendered.

Braum prayed with the crowd, murmuring one after another.Poro also learns to read silently, hoping that the three sisters can give them a lot of Poro delicacies.

After that, Bron, who was a little bored waiting, felt his mouth itch if he didn't say anything.But people are concentrating on praying, and it seems impolite to go up and disturb them.

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

"Poro Shepherd, can you hear me?"

The custom-made poro cups have arrived, and the ordinary cups before have to be completely replaced.

Zell was washing dishes in the kitchen when he suddenly heard Bron's call.He snapped his fingers to summon the tome, but unexpectedly splashed water on the face of Roy next to him.

Roy glared at him coldly. She originally had that kind of cold face, but this straight face seemed too cold.Zell didn't know that she was beside him, so he turned his head to meet her eyes, his hands trembled from the killing intent in the eyes, and he almost dropped the plate.

This kind of feeling is like just taking out the mobile phone to touch fish at work, only to find the leader standing behind him, with a gloomy expression exuding an unparalleled sense of oppression.

"Do you want me to wipe it for you?" Zell tentatively asked, and quickly wiped his wet hands on his body.

But the hands that had been soaked in water couldn't be wiped dry easily, and the atmosphere became more gloomy.He could only pretend to be innocent and muttered: "I should wear gloves, remember to remind me to regulate my homework next time."

"I know I'm lazy every day, and I can't do it well if I ask you to help me a little." Roy raised her shoulders and rubbed her face, scolded him, and then went out with the freshly washed dishes.

Zell wiped his sweat, obviously he is the boss.

"Dude? Are you there?"

Braum's voice came again, and Zell asked the Poro Book to turn on the flight mode, floated in front of his eyes and opened the book, freeing his hands to continue washing the dishes.

He casually agreed, his whole heart really couldn't be divided into two halves. "I can hear it... Hey, why are there so many people here?"

"It turns out that you can see the scene from Braum's side. Braum followed your suggestion and came to the sanctuary, just in time to meet the Avarosa people holding a harvest festival celebration."

"It just so happens that this is it." Zell's movements slowed down, looking at the crowded scene with interest.If it weren't for business right now, he'd like to teleport the poro over to attend a traditional festival in the Freljord.

"Aren't you coming to see?" Bron tried to extend the invitation.

"I can't get through." Zell glanced at Roy who hurried past the door, "And it's not convenient to talk."

"It's a pity that there are no friends to accompany such a grand festival."

I think you are a chatter addict!Zell curled his lips: "Isn't there a Poro with you? If you want to talk, you can say it, and I can hear it."

"Okay..." Bron said sullenly.

Although he knew that he would forget the unhappiness at this moment when he turned his head, Zell still said to him: "I'll give you a suggestion, when the celebration starts, go to the children's table to eat."

"Oh? Did you know that Braum likes to tell stories to children?"

"Ahem, what I mean is that children eat less and are more playful. After they finish eating, no one will compete with you for food." The implication is to eat more and talk less.

(End of this chapter)