I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 276: You are not wrong and I am not right either
Kevin happily approached Thomas, his claws waving excitedly in the air:
"Thomas, you didn’t see it. The magic that little Eric used summoned two huge giants that captured all these Elves directly."
"Little Eric’s magic is that powerful already? I see him following Evan every day to learn magic, but I thought he only learned a bit of magic for planting chili peppers," Thomas said in surprise.
Michael laughed and said: "Of course, I see him casting magic on the onions and garlic planted in the yard every day. Who would have thought he was so formidable?"
"Little Eric’s talent is truly high. Looking at the posture of this magic, it must be high-level magic. He has only been learning for a few months and already knows how to use it. If humans saw this, they would definitely die of jealousy," Kevin said with a giggle.
Max did not participate in their discussion. His hand stroked Eric’s fur, but a glint of worry flashed in his eyes.
He did not actively ask about Eric’s background, not wanting to put him in a difficult position. He would wait until Eric opened his heart; when Eric wanted to speak, he would naturally tell him.
It was just that Eric’s potential was growing greater and greater. Not only did he know many things, but even his magical talent was so formidable. Learning high-level magic in just a few months, and being a multi-element mage at that.
The halo around Eric became stronger, and Max grew more worried that Eric would attract the gaze of others.
A tree that stands higher than the forest is bound to be toppled by the wind. Although Max did not know this saying from Eric’s previous life, he understood this principle better than anyone.
The Hadu tribe right now, including himself, was still too weak. Max silently tightened his grip on his bracelet.
Balu and Kiet, two members of the Ox-Head tribe, had run until they were out of breath to keep up with the Snow Wolf people. They had barely caught up when they met the Snow Wolf warriors returning.
Seeing the large and small wounds on their bodies, they, who had been half-believing and half-doubting about the Elf tribe’s invasion, now completely believed it.
Looking behind the Snow Wolf people, there was a mass of branches and vines. Above were Elves tied up and gagged; below were legs formed from branches, automatically following them.
Horror filled the eyes of Balu and Kiet. Oh Gods, just how fierce was the fighting to result in such a miserable state? And one Elf among them had such a large wound, his whole body turned red, his head slumped down—could he be dead?
Balu was both angry that the Elf tribe suddenly invaded and worried inside. If the Snow Wolf people actually killed an Elf, wouldn’t that cause another war between beastmen and Elves?
The Ox-Head tribe was not afraid of the Elves, but too many beastmen and Elves had been sacrificed in the previous war, especially beastmen. Elves possessed nature magic and were naturally close to nature; as long as there were plants, they recovered very quickly.
Beastmen, on the other hand, could only rely on their strong bodies to resist. Balu had lived for several hundred years and really did not want to see a river of blood like that again.
Beastmen already lived very hard lives.
The Golden Kingdom had recovered its vitality in recent years and was beginning to stir, wanting to compete with the Elf tribe once again to leave only one ruler on this continent.
This time, the Elf tribe invaded the Snow Wolf territory and started a war without authorization. If things got noisy and the Golden Kingdom found out, they would definitely use it as an excuse to blow things out of proportion. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
On the Elf side, if an Elf really died here, given their protective nature towards their own, this war would also be unavoidable.
"Oh heavens, how did the fighting end up like this? Sigh," Balu let out a long sigh.
He frowned, pointing at the Elves, some injured and some unconscious, then looked at the injured Snow Wolf people, really not knowing what was appropriate to say.
The Snow Wolf people were protecting their tribe, which was certainly not wrong. But Elves were not an unreasonable race; why would they suddenly run here and fight so fiercely? There must be a reason.
Elves had never bothered to interact with any beastmen before. Only the Ox-Head tribe was different because the Ox-Head tribe did not participate in that war and always maintained a neutral stance.
Moreover, the Elves would occasionally trade some things with the Ox-Head tribe. Balu wanted to wait and ask what kind of tricks these Elves were playing.
Thomas recounted irritably: "They said they lost some prince or something, searched all the way here, and insisted that we kidnapped him."
Kiet looked as if he suddenly understood: "No wonder Elves have suddenly appeared everywhere recently. Before, apart from collecting taxes, they usually only operated within the Elf Forest and didn’t travel around the continent like this."
Thomas’s expression became heavy. He said suspiciously:
"Is the Prince of the Elf tribe really missing? I was wondering why the Elf tribe suddenly came here. Even if they came to find the Dwarves to collect taxes, they wouldn’t rush into a fight without listening to an explanation. It seems unrelated to that."
Before arriving, he only knew that the Elves and the warriors had fought, but not the specific reason. Thomas had guessed in his heart that it might be because the Dwarf tribe had moved to the Hadu tribe.
But he wasn’t sure. After all, the Elf tribe didn’t value the weapons and armor made by Dwarves that much. The struggle for ownership of the Dwarves with the Golden Kingdom was mostly about not wanting the Golden Kingdom to grow strong, hence the many restrictions on the Dwarves.
Although Thomas hated the Elf tribe, he had to admit that with the arrogance of those Elves, they wouldn’t bother attacking the Snow Wolf people over a few hundred Dwarves.
"Let’s talk about it after we get back. Everyone go back and rest, treat your wounds a bit," Thomas sighed, looking deeply at the group of Elves again.
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Eric woke up from a deep sleep, groggily turning over.
The feeling of his body being drained was not pleasant at all.
Fortunately, he was now considered a high-level mage; without needing to meditate, his body was slowly absorbing the surrounding magic elements. After sleeping, his body felt much more comfortable, and his headache was gone.
He raised a claw to stretch, lazily rolled around a few times, and then opened his eyes.
The bright golden sunlight of dusk happened to shine through the window onto the bed, turning the fur on Eric’s body an orange-yellow, making him look just like Leo.
Eric crawled up and looked around. There was no one in the room, and he couldn’t help but feel a little lost.
He wondered how the wounds of his tribesmen were. He could now use some healing magic, and he wondered if that heavily injured Elf was still alive. Don’t actually die; his potatoes haven’t been planted yet, and he didn’t want to fight a war.
Thinking of this, Eric felt a bit heartbroken.
The field that the tribesmen had worked so hard to plow flat had been ruined by these hateful Elves. The plants accelerated by magic were probably still dancing wildly there.
How hateful! Eric immediately felt the mood of the Ox-Head tribe back when their plowed fields were trampled by the Golden Lion tribe. These people were not beaten unjustly at all.
In his haste to leave, he had dropped his clothes. Eric planned to look in the wardrobe for another set.
Just as he was about to jump off the bed, out of the corner of his eye, Eric saw a pile of clothes folded neatly and placed beside him. Wasn’t that the set he dropped on the road?
He didn’t know who picked them up for him and even folded them neatly here. Here, clothes were indeed very scarce.
The fabric Eric traded for last year was almost used up. When Halun’s merchant caravan arrived, he definitely had to trade for some more.
With many worries in his heart, Eric dressed quickly and hurried out.
Besides worrying about his tribesmen’s condition, he also wanted to see if the Elves were okay, so as not to actually cause a war.
