Bron put Poluo aside, then raised his shield to the wall, and climbed onto the roof with the shield.

He swept away the thick snow on the roof, opened a crack to observe the boy's position, and then came to the end of the roof farther away from the boy.

Then raise your foot and stomp until you step on the roof and fall into it with one foot, and then expand the hole to the point where you can pass through it.

"Give Bronn a rope, be stronger, it will be uncomfortable to fall."

Then, the boy was successfully rescued and immediately moved to the room with a stove to keep warm.

The bearded man looked at the tall Bron with admiration, as if he understood the meaning behind his actions. The bearded man stretched out his claws and patted it on the back, looking proud, as if he was saying: "How is it? My master is amazing, right?"

Zell couldn't help laughing when he saw this, and his intuition told him that if Xiao Poluo continued to do good deeds with Bron, he might become strong and caring.

Bron continued to inquire about the situation with the villagers and ask if there is any help needed.

At this time, a woman came back from outside the village. When she saw a hole in the roof of the house, she looked for people everywhere to ask about the situation. After learning about the incident, she came to Bron to thank him in person.

"Big Hero, thank you so much. I saved my Xiao Mo..."

She claimed to be the little boy's mother, saying that she left her child at home to pick up firewood outside, but she didn't expect that the blizzard would come so quickly that she could only hide in the cave and pray that the child would be safe at home.

"No need to thank you, as long as the child is fine." If the other party wasn't a woman, Bron really wanted to pat her on the shoulder to cheer her up.

He has always respected the role of mother.

"How can that work?"

To thank Bron, the boy's mother decided to take out the frozen meat at home and cook a pot of authentic Frelljod stewed wild boar for Bron.

Bronn never asks for reward for helping others. His mother told him that the Freljods were all family members, and he would rescue them even if the enemy was in danger of life, because he believed that love could influence hatred.

However, food is ahead, Bronn can't refuse other people's kindness against his stomach's wishes.

"Hahaha, it's great, Bronn's favorite stewed boar!"

Seeing Bron laughing happily, Poluo also snorted. Although it didn't know why it was so happy, laughing may not always require a reason.

The boy's mother went to prepare food in a hurry because her child also needed this stew to warm up her body.

It is best to use Juvasque wild boars for stewing wild boars. This kind of wild boar weighs tons every adult, and the meat is delicious. One is enough for a village to eat for several days. However, larger means it is more difficult to catch. For this village, ordinary wild boars are enough.

Bron was waiting in the village. He was a little tired after rushing through the snowstorm for a day and a night. He was now staying in the village to rest and eat something to replenish his energy.

He picked up a shovel to help the villagers shovel the snow together, chatting while working hard. Several children who admired him came to help, but in fact they came to pester him to tell stories.

Bronn told the stories about his heroic deeds that were circulated from others. Although most stories are real events, the stories are becoming more and more bizarre and more magical, and have become legends that have been widely circulated.

But that's nothing, the Freljords have always liked to brag about themselves.

Bronn originally likes to tell stories and tell his own stories. Even so, he still saves the most exciting things behind him. After all, there are warm bonfires and delicious stews, so how can there be no wonderful stories?

Nothing can bring people together like a delicious meal.

But not long after, the boy's mother hurried back.

She said that the water level of the river next to the village had dropped a lot, and the remaining water level was frozen.

"Maybe the waterfall upstream is frozen." The village elder sighed at the beginning, "Oh, there is nothing we can do about it. The blizzard last night was so heavy... If you can't get water from the river, then dig some snow and cook it before stewing the meat."

"No, it's better to boil wild boars in river water. The snow water boils are almost the same. So, you can find someone to take Bron to the upstream, so Bron will let the river flow again."

"Then I'll trouble you." said the village.

Since young and middle-aged people stayed in the village to shovel snow, the little girl from the past took Bron to leave the village.

Walking on the road, Bron kept touching his smooth and shiny forehead, as if this helped him think.

Although his brain is not that good, he has his own considerations.

In fact, whether it is boiled in river water or snow water, the harsh environment of Frelljord is destined to be unable to be too harsh on the taste.

The subtle differences in taste can be ignored, but if the river is not opened, it will become very inconvenient for people to withdraw water. They have to boil the snow every time to get water, which is undoubtedly a waste of firewood.

What happened to the little boy just now shows that not every household in this village has enough firewood to use, so this kind of waste should be avoided as much as possible.

He doesn't want anyone to freeze to death.

"Where!" When we arrived upstream, the little girl pointed to an frozen waterfall on the hillside. The hanging icicles hung on the edge of the cliff, and no drop of liquid water flowed down.

"It's strange. Normally, waterfalls of this size are not so easy to freeze... Why are these icicles so small?" Bron looked at the waterfall and felt something was wrong.

"Don't you pull the sun down and melt the ice?" the little girl asked naively.

"Oh huh, if you do that, it will be too hot. Before the ice turns into water, it will turn into air and run away." Bron touched his head and said with a smile: "And the waterfall is frozen because the water flow is too small and too slow, not because the blizzard is too violent. Even if the waterfall is thawed, it cannot change the problem of the water flow too small. It will still be frozen after a while. Let's walk forward for a while and maybe we can find the answer."

The little girl couldn't climb up the cliff, so Bron asked her to wait in place and walked up with Poluo.

His guess was indeed correct. A big tree that was broken by a blizzard fell across the river, blocking Frelljord's blood.

When he approached a little, he found something still and dormant beside him.

Stone beetles, stone creatures that are given life by magic, often make their homes and nest in highlands near the villages, and grow and reproduce by devouring rocks.

Like Poluo, they also reproduce through division. If you leave a stone beetle alone, it will soon reproduce a large number of individuals, and the subsequent nest group is enough to change the landform.
Chapter completed!