That morning, Roy went out after taking eye drops as usual, waited for ten minutes at the entrance of the cafe for Zell to open the door, and then went in to prepare Polo's breakfast. The cleaning and maintenance work in the store was done by Zell.

While having breakfast, she noticed that Zell's eyes were a little unnatural, and she kept staring at her eating, which made her feel a little difficult to swallow.

"Shopkeeper, is there anything on my face?" Roy pursed her lips with some salad dressing, thinking to herself whether he had noticed the eyelashes he had clamped?

"Ah? I'm wondering if your portion is a bit better."

Zell's unintentional answer made her even more confused. It was obvious that the sandwich of the two was no different except tomato sauce and salad dressing.

"If you want to eat, give it to you." Roy became in a bad mood with the naked eye and went into the bathroom to make up.

"..." Zell didn't know what he was in a daze, he just suddenly remembered something that happened last night.

In addition to worrying about Poluo, he was always curious about why Bronn got into a clump of Winter so quickly and stayed in a cave to hide from the wind and snow.

Then, he saw a scene he shouldn't have seen.

Last night, as soon as he opened the Poluo Book, he saw the snow and ice outside, and the atmosphere in the cave was just right for dry fire. Se Zhuoni said that he wanted Bron to be her blood alliance, and her subordinates slept next to her, all of them were men.

Is this something I can see?

Zell coughed twice because of choking, and closed the Poluo treasure book with a snap.

Things like Frelljord are actually very normal. Many war mothers are so bold and will roll with him when they like a man. It is common for a war mother to have more than ten blood alliances. It is abnormal for Ash, who has no blood alliance or even only has one blood alliance in the future.

Frellzowd is a female-respecting society, and it is easy to understand as long as the gender concept is changed. Although Zell is not macho, he has been influenced by the general environment for so long and it is difficult to react for a while. He just feels that this is too much fun.

As for the follow-up, he didn't know, but Bron should have heard his cough.

Not to mention whether it disturbed Sejongni's interest, Bronn should not be interested in such things, otherwise he would not have no child until now.

Not to mention that there is Poluo next to you, what should I do if I teach the child badly?

Show children these shy things, they find that they are different from humans and they will doubt Rasho.

Then Zell was wondering, if Bronn had to sacrifice his energy for peace between the two tribes, would he agree with his personality?

I don’t know what happened next, Zeer hurriedly finished breakfast and sat on the sofa to open the treasure book.

...

Se Zhuoni had a strange dream, dreaming that the steel mane turned into a huge Poluo, and she would lick her a little bit of kingly spirit when she saw someone, and she would look funny when she rode on it.

Why did she think of Poluo? She glanced at Bron opposite the bonfire and the answer was obvious.

She stood up and stepped over several Hengchen's thighs, came to the steel bristle to touch its hard bristle, which hummed and opened its eyes, and then Se Zhuoni began to comb the steel bristle with a hard bristle brush. Combing the giant beast always calmed down and reminded her of when everything was simple in the past.

Shoujian swept away the ice and snow on his body, Se Zhuoni noticed that the sound of the wind outside the cave had become much smaller. So she kicked the ass of a rider closest to the distance and shouted into the cave: "All get up, keep hunting!"

The group came to yesterday's place, and the hunters searched for the mammoth's footprints and took them to continue walking higher.

The mammoth didn't go far, it went to a dead end on its own, kneeling on the ground by the cliff.

This was good news, but Se Zhuoni looked awe-in.

Because she knew that the mammoth was about to turn around and fight them to the death, this time they would face Freljord's king directly and could not retreat, and the real challenge was about to begin.

Sezhunni slid down from the steel mane's back, and the hunters under her also landed on the ground and stepped on the snow, untied the thick spear from her mount. She opened the belt behind her back and loosened her huge shackle - the Wrath of Winter.

There is a very interesting phenomenon about the name of Zhenbing weapons. Those Zhenbing weapons without fixed names are either so weak that they don’t even have a corresponding legend, or they are so strong that there are many different opinions that lead to no exact name.

For example, Ashe's ice bow, everyone knows that it is Avarosa's weapon. Should I call Avarosa's bow? Bron's shield is a treasure burglar security door made by Aon. Should I call it the treasure burglar security door? Or the troll's resentment? If the troll knew that he would not have named the person?

People have been arguing about these legendary weapons and thought that they were not worthy of being named, so they have never had a definite name. However, when you mention those familiar legends, you can think of the source of these weapons.

The Zhenbing weapon that can be named is a bit of a meaning. Although it is also legendary, the legends about it are often only circulated among some people, usually heirlooms or spoils, so it is relatively simple to obtain.

Even so, Winter Wrath is a powerful weapon.

Other Zhenbing weapons have a small piece of Zhenbing embedded in the handle for enchanting, and its hammer head is a whole piece of Zhenbing. It directly attacks with Zhenbing's body. It has exploded several streets of other weapons just from the ice content.

The moment she held the shackle, Zhenbing's death cold came along the thick iron chain. Se Zhuoni was in pain in eating and holding, and blue crystal patterns began to appear under her skin, spreading along the blood vessels in her forearm toward the muscles of the shoulder and humerus. She spit out the air conditioner like a knife cut, and her blue eyes began to glow with a faint white light.

Urkas drew out his giant sword, the hilt of the frost-toothed wolf jaw bone, and the sharp blade that cuts the mountain and cuts the stone.

"You two stay away, the next scene may be a bit cruel." Bron put Polo on the snow.

"Jiji!" The two little Poluo jumped up and met his fists, then climbed up a rock in the distance, and turned their eyes to the battlefield.

"It should have been like this long ago!" Olaf showed off his giant axe with great momentum, spitting out bloody saliva, and directly turned on a violent state.

Seeing that everyone was ready to fight, Se Zhuoni took a step forward and pointed the shackle at the mammoth.

The mammoth stared at her hands fiercely. Its bones were hard and thick, and it could only hit the heart if it stood up.

"Get up." She said in a commanding tone, "You are the king of Freljord, and you will not die on your knees."

The giant beast seemed to gain strength from her words, struggled to stand up, raised its head and let out a long and unrestrained roar. The roar caused the snow to fall from the treetops, and even the raging storm on the top of the mountain retreated a little.

"We will make you die wonderfully," said Sejonni.

"Death is glorious..." Olaf squeezed out a few words from his bloody teeth, and Sejonni was not sure who was talking about his death.
Chapter completed!