The main ingredient of dragon blood brew is freshly picked dragon blood fruit, plus more than a dozen local specialties. This kind of fruit can only be picked during these few days every year. After the festival, it will start to rot, so it will be concentrated here.

All will be processed in a few days, and the best batch will be put into the festival to be made into this large spice pool for all the people participating in the celebration and tourists in the territory to enjoy. The next batch will be made into dry powder and sold everywhere.

It has lost most of its freshness, but the spices brewed with dragon's blood are still very expensive, several times more expensive than top-quality caviar of the same weight. Even so, it is still priceless and has no market, and it is almost as good as pepper in the Middle Ages.

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The remaining fruits and leaves that cannot be picked will naturally fall off. According to Cornel, after the festival, people will burn all the fallen fruits and leaves. It is strange to say that the dragon blood fruit is actually flammable, and the dragon bone

Wood trees are also naturally not afraid of fire, and no other plants will grow around them. After burning, all the nutrients will return to the soil, and they will grow better the next year.

However, the highly difficult dragon blood brewed spices cannot be eaten directly. Its taste is too strong and too mellow, and it is easily intoxicating. This large pool is mainly for display. There are rows of open-air kitchens around it that are making food non-stop. The entire Aniya

Excellent chefs will come here, and there is endless dragon blood brewing in the big pool next to it, so they can show off their skills at will.

"Hmm...it's really unique." Genn took down a plate of freshly baked roast beef from the long table.

There are no extra cooking steps. It is simply smoked and grilled with fruit wood until it is half-cooked. There is no cutting and marinating on the surface. The whole piece is fresh and thick-cut beef. The seasoning only uses a little coarse salt and dragon blood.

Its taste is full of praise. The full juice sealed inside bursts out when you bite it, and the taste of unique spices flows into your mouth. The dragon blood stuffed spices naturally have a warm sweetness, which seems to be the same as

Any ingredients can be paired together, and different combinations will bring out different new flavors.

What's even more amazing is that the taste seems to be changing with every bite, like a ball of flavorful fire burning in your mouth, from sparks to strong and then extinguished. In the end, the delicious residual fire can still retain the aftertaste for you.

Slowly feel it, this kind of taste is simply irresistible.

The long table under the dragon's blood brewing pond is filled with a dazzling array of delicacies, ranging from staple foods to desserts. They are all Yongxia Peninsula specialties made with dragon's blood brewing. Hundreds of floating drones are constantly going back and forth between the kitchen and

Between the venues, the food on display was constantly changed. Genn glanced at it and almost didn't see the same dishes. The warm and sweet taste became more intense in the sun. Sure enough, if you don't come here for the Dragon Lin Festival, you won't be here.

It's like he didn't come.

Everyone had a feast, and only Naile was willing to taste it. It wasn't that she had any airs, or else she wouldn't be like a crazy girl having a water fight with everyone at the beach, but the smell made her a little bit bothered.

It wasn't that she didn't like it, it was just that the fragrance always made her feel a little uneasy. Naile didn't know why, but she hoped it was just an illusion.

After eating the special delicacies of the festival, Cornel led everyone directly to a high platform. There are many such platforms. Many popular singers will be invited to perform. The whole scene is as cheerful as a music festival, but

This platform is a little different. First of all, it is made of white wood. This is the kind of keel wood that Cornier mentioned.

Because the number is limited, the felling of this kind of trees is very small. Private logging may even be punished with a felony. The only amount of felling is to arrange special supplies for festivals, such as this keel platform, which was built to worship the gods.

, without hesitation to use the bones of gods, believers call it here every year, the dragon that has been sleeping under this land for thousands of years...

"What is this?" Gunn asked in confusion.

"Dance of Beast Spirits." Cornel's expression became serious, and she explained seriously: "Similar to Dragon Blood Brewing, this is a reserved part that must happen every year. The dragon is the master of all beasts, including us.

Humans, our ancestors believe that at the end of all life, the dragon will lead the soul across a bridge to its true home. We will play the souls of various animals to sing the praises of the dragon. There used to be hundreds of animals in the animal spirit dance.

, which lasted for three full days and three nights, but times have changed now, and people are not so patient and confident anymore, so it has gradually been simplified."

"What a coincidence, it's about to start now." Vicki stood on tiptoes excitedly and looked at the heights.

"Of course, because I got the time right." Cornel smiled.

"Woo~~~~" A long trumpet sound sounded, and the festival was completely pushed to a climax.

The atmosphere in the whole place was boiling. A group of musicians wearing animal skin costumes came out on the stage. They all wore different beast masks. The musicians wearing wild boar masks beat the big drum, and the drum sound was sonorous and powerful, like a giant.

The beast shakes the heart of the listener. The musician wearing a bird's beak mask plays strings, and the instrument similar to the balalaika releases the melodious melody into the night wind. The sound is clear and moving, and the strong drum sound

It formed a resonance, like a hundred birds singing together. The musician wearing a grasshopper mask blew a short metal trumpet, and the instrument, which was less than an arm long, actually suppressed the sound of the drums in the audience. The sharp sound

The tune breaks through the clouds, passes through the ears, and goes straight to the human soul, almost pushing out the soul.

"This voice... is so shocking, as if it is drilling into the soul." Genn couldn't help but be surprised.

Hundreds of torches in the hands of the audience swayed to the melody. Of course, they were not real torches, but antique-shaped hand lamps. But even so, they could still be reminded of the grand occasion of the Dance of Beast Spirits thousands of years ago.
Chapter completed!