I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 204: Hidden Danger

Thomas and Max had transformed into their human forms on the way. Having not seen his mate for a long time, he stepped forward to hug Luci tightly, only asking after letting go:

"How are things?"

Luci sighed, looked at Eric and Max, her mood downcast:

"The beast cubs are scared, and the others aren’t doing too well either. Fortunately, the wounds are healing well. Some warriors even wanted to go back to save their chief and comrades, but I stopped them.

That was a tier-eight magic beast; their chief and warriors absolutely have no chance of survival. Being able to escape with half the tribesmen is already very lucky."

Although very cruel, this was the truth. The destructive power of a tier-eight magic beast far exceeded imagination.

The Horned Goat chief and the warriors who stayed behind to cover the retreat must have been determined to sacrifice themselves to buy a glimmer of hope for their tribesmen.

Max, Thomas, and the others all had heavy expressions.

Eric also felt uncomfortable in his heart; just thinking about that scene was upsetting. He hesitated for a moment before lifting the tent flap, leading everyone inside.

There were over fifty Horned Goat people left. Excluding the severely injured ones, there were over forty people in the tent, including six beast cubs.

This area was previously used for the Dwarves to stay temporarily, so five tents were set up, each with considerable space.

But beastmen naturally liked spacious places. Luci had intended to let them stay separately, but after experiencing the sudden disaster, the Horned Goat people, filled with grief and indignation, still stayed together in one tent.

The Horned Goat tribe originally had over a dozen cubs, but during the Whirlwind Lizard’s raid, even though their chief and warriors risked their lives to protect them, half of the weak cubs were eaten.

The remaining ones were terrified by that scene; these past few days, they dared not go anywhere, nor leave the adults around them.

Entering the tent, Eric saw several young goats as big as calves huddled together.

Surrounding them were adult Horned Goat people sitting or standing. Each person had huge curved horns on their heads; the males’ horns were sharper and longer than the females’.

Their faces were tired and mixed with grief, their eyes full of wordless sorrow. Everyone’s body was tense; even though they had reached a safe place, their nerves couldn’t relax for a moment.

Seeing Luci return after just leaving, and bringing along a dozen Snow Wolf people and a Dwarf, the Horned Goat people stood up nervously.

Seeing their tension, Luci smiled gently, walking up to a Horned Goat person:

"Our chief has returned from the Ox-Head tribe; this is the chief of our Hadu tribe."

She then pointed at Thomas, Max, and Joseph:

"Those are my mate and son, and this is the chief of the Dwarf tribe, but now the Dwarves have also merged into our tribe."

Seeing that the chief of the Hadu tribe was actually a Snow Wolf cub, many Horned Goat people were a bit surprised.

They had been here for a few days. Although their hearts were heavy, they could still see that this tribe lived very orderly, more prosperous than other beastman tribes, and even had Dwarves and humans living together. Truly a strange but well-developed tribe.

They guessed that the chief of this tribe must be very talented and full of wisdom.

They only heard Luci, who always took care of them, say that the chief had led warriors to the Ox-Head tribe to trade for food. Now finally meeting him in person, they didn’t expect it to be a cub.

If not for knowing the Snow Wolf people’s character, the Horned Goat people would have thought the Hadu tribe was playing a joke on them.

"I am Asat of the Horned Goat tribe. Young Chief of the Hadu tribe, thank you for saving my tribesmen’s lives."

The Horned Goat man standing in front of Luci had a tall figure, bulging muscles, his height only losing to the Ox-Head tribe, and taller than all the Snow Wolf people present.

He had yellow-brown skin, huge curved horns on both sides of his head, and an appearance resembling a highlander with deep eye sockets and a high nose bridge.

After speaking, Asat placed a fist on his chest and bowed deeply.

Eric awkwardly hurried to help him up. Standing next to Asat, his height made him look like a child.

"Beastmen helping each other is what should be done; you don’t need to be like this."

He used force to support Asat’s shoulders, but the other’s body was heavy and full of strength. Eric couldn’t lift him; finally, Max and Michael had to step forward, one on each side, to help Asat up.

Asat’s eyes were brimming with tears:

"Thank you. Otherwise, my tribe would have lost a few more people; we couldn’t bear any more losses."

He was talking about the Horned Goat people saved by Evan. When Michael found them, several tribesmen were on the verge of death. Some were struck by the Whirlwind Lizard’s tail, others had their stomachs slashed open by sharp claws.

Asat and the tribesmen thought they wouldn’t make it, but fortunately, a human who knew healing magic saved their lives.

As soon as he finished speaking, suppressed sobs from other Horned Goat people arose in the tent.

They remembered the tribesmen sacrificed in the belly of the Whirlwind Lizard. Heavy tears fell to the ground, instantly swallowed by the dry earth, as if their own tribesmen had been swallowed by that monster.

The Horned Goat cubs trembled. Although they had escaped a calamity, their former playmates had been eaten or killed by the terrifying magic beast right before their eyes.

The parents of a few among them had also sacrificed themselves under the claws of the Whirlwind Lizard.

Fresh red blood had splattered onto their bodies or faces; the blood-stained fur had been dyed dark brown, reminding them every second of those tragic scenes.

Seeing this, Eric whispered a few words into Michael’s ear. Michael nodded, turned, and left.

He turned back, comforting:

"You all stay here and rest for a few days; no need to worry about food. I heard you are vegetarian; we just happened to trade for some food."

Asat wiped away the tears on his face, saying gratefully:

"When we escaped, we didn’t bring anything; food is scarce in winter, luckily we met you."

Saying that, he gestured for a few other Horned Goat people to come over:

"This is my younger sister Ali, that is the chief’s son, Ake. If you need us to do anything, just say the word. Although we are vegetarian, our strength is great; we absolutely won’t slack off!"

Ake and Ali looked very young, perhaps just reached adulthood. The fear on their faces hadn’t completely faded, but they still nodded seriously.

"And us, I can work too!"

"And me, my strength isn’t small either!"

Other Horned Goat people in the tent also spoke up in unison, their eyes looking towards Eric and the others filled with sincere gratitude.

Eric didn’t voice a refusal; doing so would make the Horned Goat people feel a bit better in their hearts.

He looked around the tent. The surviving Horned Goat people were mostly young adults and cubs; there were only a few scattered people looking about Thomas’s age.

Perhaps the older Horned Goat people had mostly voluntarily sacrificed themselves in the battle so the younger generation could live.

His mood became heavier. Only now did he suddenly realize how naive his previous thought of simply leading the tribesmen to live a better life was.

On this danger-filled continent, merely raising the standard of living was absolutely not enough.

The reason the Ox-Head tribe could live so prosperously was not only because farming ensured they didn’t lack food, but their formidable strength was the most important reason.

Living in a peaceful era for a long time, even after saving the Dwarves twice, Eric hadn’t thought deeply about this aspect.

Until today, meeting the Horned Goat people who were also powerful yet suffered a magic beast attack, he realized that the Snow Wolf people weren’t invincible existences either.

Just like in the original story, when attacked by the tier-seven Scorpion-Tailed Lion, they couldn’t avoid the danger of extinction.

Although Eric would absolutely not lead the Scorpion-Tailed Lion back to his tribe now, like the Horned Goat tribe and the Gray Iron tribe, who could say for sure that no accident would happen?

Moreover, there was the Black Wolf tribe with deep schemes, and the Golden Kingdom and the Elf tribe probing each other; maybe war would break out one day.

It seemed not only food and clothing matters, but the tribe’s strength also had to be enhanced. But specifically how to do it was still a problem.

Who knew when gunpowder could be researched, and its initial power wouldn’t be great, unless the Dwarves could continuously improve it to make it more formidable.

In the original story, Max had to condense a magic core to defeat the tier-seven magic beast, but now it seemed the time hadn’t come yet.

Eric couldn’t really run off to find a magic beast to provoke Max just for him to condense a magic core; he could only calculate slowly later.

Currently, the most reliable way was to learn from the Ox-Head tribe and develop the population.

Like the Red Grass tribe, with several thousand Ox-Head people gathered in one place, anyone coming to cause trouble would get a hoof to the face.