I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 147: Helping the Dwarves Repair the Tribe

The Dwarf in the lead shouted loudly:

"Everyone, no need to hide anymore! The Snow Wolves have helped us drive the magical beasts away!"

The tribe, which had been as quiet as if uninhabited, began to fill with rustling sounds after this shout. First, a few brave Dwarves came out to check the situation. Discovering that their tribesmen had indeed returned safely, they were overjoyed and ran to every door to announce the news.

"It’s alright, everyone come out! No need to hide in the cellars anymore! It’s really Aiden and the others, they’re back!"

"Chief Henry, they’re really back! They weren’t eaten by the one-eyed bear!"

Following their shouts, many Dwarves successively crawled out from their cellars and pushed open their doors to rush outside.

At the lead was an old Dwarf man with a full white beard and hair. Although his hair and beard were completely white, his eyes were still clear, and his steps were still steady.

At this moment, he walked quickly forward, leading his tribesmen to greet Aiden’s group. He excitedly looked them all over for injuries, his eyes welling with tears.

After a long moment, he forcefully patted each person on the shoulder, then had the injured Dwarf go inside to rest.

"Honorable Snow Wolves, thank you so much for saving my tribesmen. If not..."

Chief Henry’s voice was choked with emotion. Suppressing the surging feelings in his heart, he thumped his right fist against his chest and bowed deeply to the group in a grand salute.

A crowd of Dwarves behind him also immediately performed the grand salute to them.

Max and Michael were still in their Snow Wolf forms. Eric hurried forward to help the old chief up.

"It’s nothing, we just helped out conveniently. Please get up quickly."

The old chief held onto Eric’s arm, refusing to stand up:

"If it weren’t for you, our entire tribe would have faced disaster today. I truly don’t know how to thank you properly."

The Dwarf guide, Aiden, pointed at the magical beasts that Max and Michael had brought back:

"They not only killed that one-eyed bear, but they also helped us clear out the other magical beasts active in the area. Chief, look, they even brought us several magical beast carcasses."

Chief Henry looked in the direction he pointed. Sure enough, the two giant Snow Wolves were carrying several magical beasts, and they were also dragging two large-bodied magical beasts behind them.

This old Dwarf man couldn’t hold it in. His lips trembled, too agitated to speak for a moment.

Dwarves also worshiped the strong. Many Dwarves looked at the magical beasts they would normally have to detour around, now killed and brought back as food. Their gazes toward the Snow Wolves were filled with reverence.

Regardless of whether it was the Ox-Head Tribe or the Snow Wolf Tribe, the strength of Beastmen was what was suitable for survival on this continent.

This time, they could at least live in peace for a while longer. It was just that the dark cloud in everyone’s heart had not completely dispersed; it was still heavy.

Their Dwarf race was innately talented at forging, and their racial civilization had lasted for several thousand years. But their glorious achievements and honor had attracted the covetousness of other races.

Especially humans, who had nearly driven them to a dead end.

Now, they had fled to the Fantasy Dream Continent with great difficulty, but this place was fraught with danger. Could they, the Dwarves, truly continue their civilization on this continent? This question existed in every Dwarf’s heart.

The Dwarves’ mood was heavy, and the atmosphere became somber. Eric didn’t know how to comfort them either, so he could only help Chief Henry stand up first.

Max and Michael transformed into their human forms. They didn’t offer any superfluous words of comfort, simply using their sharp claws to carve the magical beasts into pieces and strip off their pelts.

Survival of the fittest, the strong preying on the weak, was the law of this continent.

Never mind the Dwarves; every year, many small Beastman tribes were also annihilated because they couldn’t survive the harsh winter or were invaded by some high-level magical beast.

Empty words of comfort were the most useless thing. Nothing compared to becoming strong oneself.

The Snow Wolves understood this point better than anyone. As strong as they were, they would still suffer casualties if they were unlucky enough to encounter high-level magical beasts. They would also go hungry during winter when food was scarce.

The reluctance and sorrow in Eric’s heart were all displayed on his face; he never knew how to hide his emotions.

Evan stepped forward and patted him gently on the back in comfort.

Aiden looked around on the spot, anxiously asking Chief Henry:

"How is my daughter? She was grabbed by the one-eyed bear and then thrown to the ground. When I was luring the one-eyed bear away, I could still hear her crying."

Chief Henry grasped his arm:

"Don’t worry, An fell and hit her head. Her mother is bandaging her up in the cellar. It’s nothing serious."

Hearing him say that, Aiden’s suspended heart finally relaxed a little, and he hurriedly ran towards his house.

His house had already had its roof torn off by the one-eyed bear’s giant claws, and the earthen walls had also been smashed to the ground.

Luckily, the cellar entrance wasn’t damaged. He and his tribesmen had used heavy crossbows to injure the one-eyed bear, successfully angering it. As they lured it out of the tribe, his wife had hurriedly led their injured daughter into the cellar.

In order to care for the injured An, his wife couldn’t appear in time, even after hearing the calls for them to return.

Pushing aside the collapsed rubble, Aiden wiped his tears, opened the cellar hatch, and crawled inside along the pre-carved stone stairs.

"Aiden!"

His wife saw him and, overwhelmed with grievance and fear, threw herself into his arms, sobbing.

"An was hit in the head when that damn one-eyed bear threw her. I bandaged her wound. She just cried herself to sleep from exhaustion."

After releasing all the pent-up emotions in her heart, his wife looked up, signaling for Aiden to look at their daughter lying on the small bed.

The Dwarves were experienced in dealing with danger many times over. They would also prepare a set of furniture for resting in the cellar, so they had a temporary place to rest while hiding.

Aiden walked to the small bed and squatted down, gently stroking his daughter’s hair, which was damp with cold sweat from the pain.

Above ground, Chief Henry invited Eric’s group into a warm room as guests. The other Dwarves gradually dispersed, beginning to clean up the chaotic houses.

Their houses were really not suitable for Beastmen to enter. Eric and Evan were fine, but Max and Michael frowned at the height of the houses and refused the old chief’s invitation without hesitation.

At their height, if they wanted to enter a Dwarf’s house for tea, their heads would first get a large bump. Eric covered his mouth, snickering.

The group decisively decided not to go in. Eric wandered around the tribe helping out, joining the other Dwarves in clearing the collapsed walls and scattered rubble out of the tribe.

For the houses that could still be repaired, they picked up large hammers and went *bang, bang*, fixing them.

Although Eric was clumsy, he had lived with the Dwarves of the Du Tribe for several months, after all. His craftsmanship had improved a bit, and he could also lend a hand.

The two adult Snow Wolves were strong and worked even more nimbly.

What surprised Eric was that Evan’s strength was actually not small either. Although Evan constantly frowned, disdaining his dust-covered hands, he didn’t hesitate when working.

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