I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 209: Digging the Cellar

Making the Dwarves dig a cellar in this season was truly somewhat inhumane. Fortunately, the Snow Wolf people were physically stronger; as long as it wasn’t Sam, the others could all lend a hand.

The Dwarves mostly took responsibility for directing; otherwise, with the Snow Wolf people’s strength, they might easily dig and collapse the cellar.

Grass, Bruno, and everyone else had used wool to knit quite a few gloves, hats, and scarves.

The Dwarves wore them, finding them both warm and convenient for work.

Speaking of wool, although the sweater Bruno gave Joseph was a defective product meant mostly for teasing, it was indeed very warm.

Plus, constantly seeing the Snow Wolf beast cubs wearing sweaters, Kailin (Joseph’s wife) also started to learn, wanting to knit one for her daughter.

Under her lead, the Dwarf females all showed great interest in knitting sweaters.

Now, every Dwarf had a set of sweater and wool pants, and they kept researching new styles.

Eric wasn’t surprised by this situation.

Who could escape the allure of knitting? Even in modern times with popular electronic products, there were still many people who couldn’t refuse knitting needles and crochet hooks, let alone another world with barely any entertainment activities.

Thanks to them, Eric and Leo not only had sweaters and wool pants to change into but even had several sets for their beast forms. Someone unaware opening the wardrobe of the two brothers might think this house was raising pets.

The Dwarf females even enthusiastically knitted a set for Evan, and it was the most beautiful one, with patterns no less intricate than modern branded goods.

Sam wanted to join the cellar digging project but was bluntly rejected by Luban. The guy sadly ran into the mountains to find some large rocks, carved them into a stone mill, and carried it back to the tribe.

He was still more suited for this, Eric thought silently.

With everyone working together, by the time Max and Thomas led Asat back, the cellar was more than half dug.

Seeing the three appear by the cafeteria, Eric guiltily realized that he had been so busy these past few days that he forgot to worry about their safety...

He secretly looked for Luci among the busy crowd and found her still immersed in the joy of digging. The guilt in his heart immediately lessened by more than half. Aunt Luci also forgot; it seemed he wasn’t that guilty after all.

The three walked straight back to the tribe; apart from the patrolling warriors, no one noticed them, or rather, no one paid attention to them.

Thomas walked in surprise to the noisy cafeteria, only then realizing the tribesmen were all working passionately. Some grinding flour, some husking grain, and a bunch looking like gray rabbits digging vigorously.

Thomas walked over a bit annoyed, passing through the crowd, found his dusty-faced but still enthusiastic mate, and patted her back.

Luci thought someone had business with her, turned around to see Thomas had returned, the smile on her face suddenly becoming a bit awkward.

"You’re back, quite early too... uh, want to eat something? We’re digging a cellar."

Eric was just about to silently laugh at Aunt Luci when his vision suddenly went dark. He looked up; sure enough, it was Max. Although he had no expression, Eric always felt the other’s gaze was full of sulkiness.

He smiled ingratiatingly:

"Max, you guys are back? Did you encounter any danger?"

Max looked at him silently for a while before speaking:

"The Horned Goat tribe’s territory has been occupied by the Whirlwind Lizard. It’s expanding its territory; we were almost discovered. Luckily it’s in mating season so it didn’t chase."

Just hearing it sounded dangerous; Eric couldn’t help but tense up. That was a tier-eight magic beast!

He hurriedly pulled Max, observing him up and down: "You’re not hurt, are you? That monster is so formidable."

Only then did a smile appear in Max’s eyes: "It’s okay, it couldn’t catch up with us, not hurt."

Eric breathed a sigh of relief: "That’s good then."

But then his gaze met Asat who was hanging his head dejectedly, and having a vague guess in his heart, he looked at Max with questioning eyes.

Max nodded slowly, confirming his guess.

Thinking back, it made sense. When Thomas and Max led Asat back, it had been days since the Whirlwind Lizard attacked the tribe, yet they were still almost discovered.

If the lizard hadn’t been busy finding a mate, they probably would have had a hard time escaping. The speed and endurance of the Horned Goat people were not equal to the Snow Wolf people, let alone the injured rear guard at that time.

Rationally, everyone understood this, but now that not a single survivor was saved, Eric still felt extremely regretful. Losing so many tribesmen and relatives in one night, he looked at Asat hanging his head, unsure what he was thinking, and compassion rose in his heart.

To cheer him up, Eric pointed at the beast cubs helping dig the cellar:

"Brother Asat, your Horned Goat cubs are also helping dig the cellar; their strength is truly not small."

Hearing his voice, Asat looked up blankly, following his hand to look at the busy group. On a pile of dirt, he saw several small lambs happily digging with their hooves.

Beside them were a bunch of wolf cubs digging with their butts in the air, and Dwarf children raising small shovels to scoop endlessly, looking like skilled miners.

Adult Horned Goat people were also helping around; their eyes occasionally looked towards the cubs, their faces no longer showing the panic from when they first arrived.

In this lively scene, they also involuntarily smiled. Snow Wolf people and Dwarves passed by, carrying heavy objects or tools, familiarly greeting each Horned Goat person.

Even the severely injured were dressed in thick clothes and wheeled out, sitting aside smilingly watching everyone busy.

"Yes, our Horned Goat cubs have great strength." Asat muttered in reply, but his eyes kept darting around, his eye sockets gradually turning red. He trembled wanting to smile, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t.

Ake was helping nearby, pushing a cart full of dirt out. Amidst the praises of the Snow Wolf people and Dwarves, he gradually forgot who he was, no longer pulling the wooden cart but lifting it up with both hands, a shy smile on his face.

Standing on high ground, he saw Asat earlier than others, hurriedly put down the wooden cart, rushed over impetuously, placing both hands on Asat’s shoulders, his voice trembling:

"How is it? Is... is anyone still alive?"

Ali and other Horned Goat people seeing Ake’s action also walked towards this side. Eric and Max exchanged glances, tactfully stepping back to leave space for them.

Asat shook his head with difficulty: "Gone, no one left. Even our tribe has been taken by the Whirlwind Lizard, its range even expanded. On the way, we also notified nearby beastman tribes to move further away."

He dared not recall the scene when approaching the territory. It was dusk then; the trees and accumulated snow around his home were swallowed by the Whirlwind Lizard’s flames. When they arrived, the ground was just scorched black and barren.

On that black and yellow interspersed land, countless remains of Horned Goat people lay scattered, deeply marked with tooth indentations.

That scene almost made the always strong Asat collapse. He knew clearly that his tribesmen, including his parents, no one escaped the Whirlwind Lizard’s mouth.

The Snow Wolf people accompanying him had sharp senses; before the Whirlwind Lizard discovered them, their expressions changed, hurriedly pulling him to speed up and flee.

Fortunately, the Snow Wolf people were very fast; when the flames spread, they had already taken him far away, and the Whirlwind Lizard didn’t chase, otherwise, he would have had a hard time escaping too.