"Probably, I can understand a little bit." Bronn couldn't curb the child's imagination, so he liked to talk big in front of the child, but he didn't dare to speak too much in front of his seniors, and he couldn't help but touch his head and said modestly.

"I have been raising Poluo for so many years, and this is the first time I have met someone who can communicate with Poluo. Not bad, not bad, talented. Are you interested in being a Poluo herder like the old man? You can tell that you like them very much."

"You are right, old man. Although Bron likes Polo very much, Bron has more important things to do now. That was the agreement between Bron and his mother, Bron's dream."

"Oh? What is it?" The old herder was a little surprised. He could see that Bronn was the kind of good old man who was not good at refusing.

"Before Bronn had grown up, a group of ice giants destroyed a tribe near us. That tribe had been robbing the herds of the Bronn people. While the tribes decided to stand by, Bronn's mother did not hesitate to carry fur clothes, food and medicine through the tundra to rescue survivors. Her actions saved many lives."

"Bronn at that time was as confused as his tribe's people, why his mother wanted to help the enemy. His mother said that the Freljods were all family members, so there was no need to be so clear about the division. This land needed us to unite. Today we are enemies of each other, and tomorrow we may fight side by side."

"Until later, Bron's tribe was also attacked by the Ice Giants. The tribe extended a helping hand in our most dangerous moment and united to repel the Ice Giants. Since then, our two tribes have formed a lifelong alliance. Bron finally understood what his mother said and vowed to reunite the big family."

Bron stood up, took a deep breath and patted his chest. The heart, which was born bigger than others, was swelling in the chest, making a powerful echo.

He said to the stunned old herder: "Bronn's dream is that one day Freljord can unite into a big family... By that time, Bronn can retire and return home and become an ordinary Poluo herder."

After Bron finished speaking, the scene became quiet for a moment. Poluo all looked up at him with their heads, and their admiration was exactly the same as those children who listened to him telling stories. Their little black eyes were shining, as if they really understood his determination.

"Hahaha, it makes you laugh." Bron knew that he was a chatterbox, but he still felt embarrassed to say so much to someone after he unknowingly. The old man probably had a calluse in his ears.

Zell was also stunned as the old herder. He quickly searched through the boxes and cabinets for paper and pen. This was the core of the character, so he would remember it quickly and would take the exam.

The old herder was also infected by Bron's laughter. He laughed heartily: "How could it be? A great dream should not be ridiculed. I admire you very much for such ambition. Old man, I am tired of war, so I came here to be a Poluo retirement. But I know that someone's ideal is very close to you, and maybe you can achieve each other."

"Who is it?" Bronn was very interested in such people. Although he regarded others as brothers and sisters, there were still not many people who regarded him as brothers and sisters.

"Our war mother Ash, legend has it that she is the reincarnation and rebirth of Avarosa, and is destined to unify Freljod again."

"Well, Bronn has heard of her, too."

Bronn had heard of Ash's deeds. She was a powerful ice warrior, holding Avarosa's bow in her hand, but she did not use this power to conquer and rule, and incorporated those who opposed her into slavery or threw them in the wilderness to wait for death.

She came from the north to the west and protected many weak Luhu tribes along the way. These warm-blooded people without ice blood could only be abandoned in the wilderness because of insufficient food distribution. But Ashe abandoned the traditional way and accepted them as the official tribes of their new tribes who were desperate.

And this is the leader Blond yearns for.

"One day, Bronn will also let his legend spread throughout Freljod." Inspired by Ash's deeds, Bronn decided to go to the holy land of Avarosa, Lakstack, to see if Ash is really as noble as the rumored one. He is the successor of Avarosa who was attracted by the ice crystal phoenix Enivia.

After asking the Poluo herders, Bron took Poluo to set off again.

"Little guy, Bron takes you to the city to see. If you still can't find your master, Bron will be unable to do so." Bron reached out to tease Xiao Poluo, but he didn't laugh and his mood was a little complicated.

In fact, based on the size of the little guy, and combined with the location where he picked it up, it can be roughly calculated that Xiao Poluo should not be born here. So if you want to find the owner here, there is little hope.

Poluo licked him, and he laughed heartily: "But don't worry, Bron will keep taking you until your master appears."

Zell was moved when he heard this and could not watch any longer.

"Bron." Zel shouted softly, trying to attract his attention.

"Who is calling me?" Bronn glanced around, and there was no trace of people around.

"Bron." The sound rang again, right in a very close place.

Bron wondered, was someone making a prank? There was no one nearby.

"Did you hear it?" Bron thought he was hallucinating, but asked Poluo, and they said they had heard someone calling his name.

"Are we meeting the Swallower?" Bron looked up at the sun in the sky: "But it's not yet evening, so the Swallower shouldn't have come out."

Poluo:(゜-゜)可?

"You don't know the legend of the Swallower? Then Bronn needs to tell it carefully." Bronn threw the strange voice behind his head and began to tell the story intently.

"Do you have to tell stories under any circumstances?" Zeerbengbu lived. He didn't expect that a person could be so nervous. The story king was the one who belonged to you.

He shouted again, this time he confirmed that Bron had definitely heard it, but he just ignored him and continued to tell the folk legend of Freljod to the Polos.

"The sound swallower is the legendary beast that eats living people. It will shout out the last words of the victim...it uses the victim's own voice. It is said that in Frelljord, many people disappeared in the dark night in order to chase the voices of their missing relatives and friends, and never came back. So we have a saying that, 'Don't answer the voices in the dark'."

Poluo was so scared that he shivered all over and rushed towards Bron, causing the latter to laugh: "This is just a story."

Zell, who understood the meaning of the words, couldn't laugh.

Good guy, he actually used this method to confide him.
Chapter completed!