Chapter 110: Extra Chapter: Leather City Ice and Snow Festival
Let's go back in time to last year's Snow Festival, and this is the story of last year.
The next article on New Year's Day is this year's Zu'an Ice and Snow Festival.
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The Snow Festival is a traditional Valoran festival β the origins of this festival are said to have been traced back a thousand years, to the time of Avarosa in Freljord.
That history may have had some important meaning to the Freljords - both the gods on the snowy peaks and the frost watchers were part of their history.
But for Zaun and Mrs. Pittworth, who believed in Hextech, the Snow Festival was a pure myth.
It rarely snows in Zaun and Piltover on the coast β it's the intersection of the Sea of Watch and the Sea of Conquest, and the warm sea breeze blows all year round, so even at a high altitude in Piltover, there is still no snowfall.
And for Oriana, the Snow Festival means a new show at the Grand Theater in Piltover.
Song of Avarosa
The magnificent epic story of "The Song of Alvarossa" appealed to Oriana more than the stories of the little people, and more importantly, during the Snow Festival, Oriana's father, Livic, would go to the opera with her.
"Snow-covered Freljordβ"
"Orn on the cliff activates the fire of a thousand years ago."
"The children of the tribe gathered around the campfire."
"Listen to the elders tell you about the past of Avarosa."
Oriana, who was watching "Alvarossa", subconsciously trembled her slender fingers, silently thinking about how to make a few new dolls for this opera.
For example, a clockwork that can shoot arrows?
Or rather, a Pora clockwork?
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Compared to Oriana, who enjoyed a warm life, Giggs and his teacher Heimerdinger had a rather poor Snow Festival.
"Oh, I really miss my days in Bandle City - there are magicians simulating snowfall, and I can have a snowball fight with them......" Giggs propped his head on the table, looking extremely sluggish, "but now, in this damn, snowless Piltover, how am I going to have a snowball fight?" β
"Stop complaining, Giggs." Heimerdinger stopped the little man who liked to explode, "If it weren't for the snowball you wrapped the bomb in the snowball at last year's Snow Festival, we wouldn't need Piltover right now." β
"That's what they can't afford to play!" Giggs was obviously quite unhappy with Heimerdinger's statement, "Lulu also used Pixar to enchant the snowball, and I didn't see them send Lulu out?" Is explosives worse than magic? β
"It's different." Looking at his disciple, who was extremely paranoid about explosions, Heimerdinger could only shake his head silently, "Come over and help, I've transformed my robot to see if I can make it an automatic snowball launcher." β
"It's coming, it's coming!"
Boom β
Looking at the building not far away with green smoke, Catherine and Vi, who were patrolling, shook their heads together.
"5th explosion ...... this month"
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Jace's Snow Festival was as deserted as everβor rather, all of Jace's Snow Festivals were deserted except for the two Ice Festivals with Victor.
No visitors, no apprentices β all with their families and friends.
But Jace has no family and no friends.
So during the Ice Festival, Jace stayed in the lab and continued to work on his future warhammer.
Very unsuccessful research.
Shaking his head, Jace put the hammer aside - even geniuses are affected by their own emotions, and Jace is not suitable for experimentation now.
Through the window of the lab, Jace saw the joyous people in the streets, discussing with great interest, inviting each other to celebrate the year-round holiday.
Rubbing his eyebrows, Jace pulled open the window.
A breath of fresh cold air came to my face.
Jace raised his hammer, then switched to cannon form and pulled the trigger at the sky.
"Electricity Stirring!"
In mid-air, a firework burst into flames.
And on a street not far from Jace, a little Shota who was lying on the window and puffing up because his parents were not around saw fireworks in mid-air.
He lifted the goggles on his forehead, then folded his hands and made his wish for the Snow Festival.
"I hope that in the future, my parents can spend every snow festival with me."
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It doesn't matter what holiday it is, what matters is that there are people around you who cherish and cherish you today.
Even if you are alone today, the author is with you.
Happy Holidays to all!
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