I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 118: Like Adding Wings to a Tiger

Eric originally felt that today was a rare, beautiful day, but when Max and Michael began to accelerate, the cold wind suddenly turned ferocious, lashing against his cheeks, both stinging and biting.

He hurriedly burrowed deep into the warm animal hide. But this time, he didn’t give up.

With a single thought, his body shrank, turning into a pure white Snow Wolf cub, skillfully blending in as one with the thick, smooth, silver-white fur on Max’s back.

Sheltered by the thick fur, he felt much more comfortable this time, only secretly peeking out with two bright, glistening black eyes from within the animal hide.

The two giant wolves, one carrying luggage, the other carrying Eric, carefully avoided the vast farmlands of the Red Grass tribe, rushing rapidly in the opposite direction from which they had come.

Eric was extremely curious, wondering how they managed to distinguish directions in this vast expanse of white snow. Could this be the instinct of a wild beast?

Then why was it that every time he went into the forest to pick mushrooms and wild fruits, he didn’t dare to run around, afraid that if he couldn’t find the traces left by his tribesmen, he would get lost? Could it be because he wasn’t the original soul of this body?

The overlapping, snow-covered mountains flashed past his eyes. The trees were adorned with a sparkling coat of ice and snow, creating a breathtakingly majestic beauty.

Along the way, quite a few magic beasts were startled by their speed. But to save time, Max and Michael didn’t bother paying attention to the magic beasts that were growling angrily, instead just accelerating and rushing straight ahead.

Only when one was truly persistent and couldn’t be shaken off did they stop for a lightning-fast battle.

Traveling in winter was actually faster than in other seasons. Many magic beasts had entered hibernation, and they didn’t need to take long detours to avoid their territories; they just needed to be a little careful.

However, there were still high-level magic beasts that even Max was no match for. Upon encountering this type, the two of them would be extremely cautious and go around. This showed that the continent was filled with unforeseeable dangers.

If it weren’t for the two of them, Eric alone couldn’t have traveled far at all. He couldn’t even sense which areas were the territories of high-level magic beasts and which were safe.

The longer he stayed in this world, the more Eric developed an intense longing for strength.

In his previous life, his living environment was too peaceful. Apart from the risk of sudden death from frequent overtime, his surroundings were always safe. But here, dangers lurked on all four sides. Although the tribesmen would always protect him, he didn’t want to be a burden to them forever.

Eric rested his chin on the animal hide, letting out a sorrowful sigh.

In the luggage, there was also the goatskin scroll that Bruno had given him. Eric slipped through an opening in the bundle, cleverly crawled in, and used his mouth to pull out the goatskin scroll that recorded the method for cultivating vital energy.

He had always been too busy before and had no time; now he could study it a bit. Although no beastman had ever successfully cultivated vital energy, he still wanted to give it a try. His soul was originally human; perhaps he could comprehend it.

But when he opened the scroll, he discovered just how naive his thinking was. Not to mention other things, the first and most basic thing was... he didn’t know the human language of this world.

Eric was so discouraged that he banged his head against the goatskin scroll with a *thud*. He had not only become illiterate, but he also had to learn to write again from scratch.

Was there anything in this world more despairing than this! The tiny person in his heart was screaming at the sky like a ground squirrel that had its nuts stolen.

Just at this moment, a fierce silver Winged Tiger suddenly appeared, growling as it chased closely behind Michael. It opened its cavernous, bloody mouth, its roar not only deafening but also carrying an offensive sound wave, causing the despondent Eric to be shaken so much he tumbled over.

Fortunately, Max always had a defensive layer of vital energy on his body. Eric didn’t even bother to smooth down his own messy cub fur, curiously crawling out of the luggage to watch the commotion.

After completely adapting to the body of a Snow Wolf, Eric could now discern the expressions on the faces of his tribesmen when they were in their beast forms.

He couldn’t see Max, who was right beneath him, but Michael, who was lagging a bit to the side, had a miserable expression, shouting as he ran desperately with his head down:

"I’m really just passing by! Stop chasing me!"

With glistening silver fur without a single impurity, enormous outstretched wings, and strong, beautiful limbs, the large Winged Tiger didn’t care about right or wrong; it just stared fixedly at Michael and pursued him relentlessly.

Michael’s line of sight happened to catch Max’s somewhat gloating expression, making him even more furious. Why did even magic beasts know to bully the weak and fear the strong? And confound it, he couldn’t run as fast as Max.

After running another stretch, Michael saw that the Winged Tiger not only didn’t stop but went even further, condensing a large magical storm right beneath its wings. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he abruptly stopped, spun around, and charged straight at it.

The two prehistoric monsters crashed into each other. During their fight, they created a heaven-and-earth-shaking spectacle; the thick snow on the trees also fell like rain due to the tremors.

Michael angrily shattered the Winged Tiger’s magical attack, opening his maw wide to reveal snow-white, sharp fangs, and bit straight at the opponent’s neck.

The Winged Tiger relied on the advantage of its wings, swiftly and nimbly flapping its silver wings to soar up, using its momentum from the air to dive down and attack Michael.

Eric, standing on Max’s back, felt even more tense than the two combatants. He stood up straight, his small claws gripping tightly onto Max’s thick fur.

"It’s fine, just a level-four magic beast. Michael can handle it." Max’s deep, steady voice came from below, comforting the worried Eric.

So this magic beast was level four, already having entered the high-level ranks.

No wonder the ancients used to say "like adding wings to a tiger"; this tiger with wings was indeed extraordinarily formidable.

Eric marveled silently, his glistening black eyes staring at the battle without a single blink.

A level-four magic beast was indeed no match for Michael, but there was one thing Max didn’t say: magic beasts in winter, with scarce food, were very prone to going berserk, and their temperaments became even more violent as a result...

Michael’s beautiful silver-white wolf fur was messed up by the magic storm, and a small patch was even sheared off.

Michael hated confronting this type of flying magic beast the most.

His pupils contracted into a vertical slit, his hind legs gathered strength and pushed powerfully, and his entire giant body leaped high into the air.

From within the thick paw pads, snow-sharp claws swung out, gleaming with a cold light. The Winged Tiger couldn’t dodge in time; one of its wings was torn open, and it let out a miserable shriek.

At this point, the outcome was decided. The silver-winged Winged Tiger still wanted to escape, but Michael had been chased by it for a long stretch, his anger soaring to the heavens. How could he possibly let it go easily?

With just a few vicious moves, he finished off the prey.

This Winged Tiger’s magic core was located in the center where the two wings connected.

Michael used his claws to dig it out. It was a beautiful, crystal-blue magic core, still sticky with fresh blood.

It wasn’t a waste for him to be beaten sore by the magic storm. Fortunately, Snow Wolves were thick-skinned and tough; otherwise, he would have long been blown to pieces.

The battle ended, and Eric jumped down from Max’s back, curiously approaching to observe the Winged Tiger’s wings.

This was the first time he had seen this type of Winged Tiger. There were no such magic beasts near the tribe, and furthermore, because Snow Wolves couldn’t fly, they rarely hunted flying magic beasts.

The beautiful silver wings of this Winged Tiger greatly attracted Eric’s gaze.

He used his claws to gently scratch the silver feathers. The bright silver color and the smooth feeling to the touch made him love it.

Compared to the silver-white fur of the Snow Wolves, this Winged Tiger’s entire body was a pure, unadulterated silver, reflecting the sunlight, sparkling like high-grade silk.

"Let’s go, Eric! If you like these wings, they’ll all be yours later. The smell of blood here will soon attract other magic beasts. Just now, I saw a Rending Wind Hound not far away..."

Michael hoisted the Winged Tiger, whose body was even larger than his own beast form, onto his back and spoke to Eric.

One of the Winged Tiger’s wings had already been severed by him; seeing that Eric liked it, Michael conveniently picked it up in his mouth as well.

Eric looked at the broken trees all around and the fresh blood splattered everywhere on the white snow. The fur on his neck involuntarily stood on end, and his ears flattened against his head in fear.

How could he have forgotten about this! In winter, most magic beasts were hungry; smelling the strong scent of blood, they would definitely be drawn over. Thinking of this, he tucked his tail and ran towards Max.

Max lay flat, lowering his head to let him climb on easily.

Eric ran straight up his snout onto his back, then, quick as lightning, dove into the warm pile of animal hides.

The familiar warmth soothed his taut nerves.

At this moment, Eric felt a slight vibration from beneath him. Just as he was wondering, Michael’s low chuckle came from the side.

Fortunately, one’s blushing face couldn’t be seen in beast form.

Eric poked his head out, not even caring about the cold wind hitting his face, and angrily patted Max’s back with his cub paw.

"You guys are laughing at me! I heard everything!"

Just now, Michael had definitely scared him on purpose.

At this point, Eric also reacted.

It was true that the smell of blood would attract magic beasts, but it definitely couldn’t be that fast.

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Auther: I’m sick. It just keeps raining, it’s really so uncomfortable :(