I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 425: The Journey Begins

"Sigh, hurry up and get well. Don’t you still want to compete with our number one warrior, Max? How about it, if you don’t wake up, Max will leave again..."

Kevin checked if he had a fever, sat down reassured, and rambled on.

He was just sighing casually. After speaking, he lamented again:

"If I had known earlier that Arthur was a dragon, I wouldn’t have laughed at you when you lost to him that time. Aside from being a bit stubborn, actually, you are also quite amazing."

Kevin talked to himself, not noticing Galvin’s finger moving slightly behind his back. Then his eyes slowly opened, looking vaguely around the roof of the tent, and finally locking onto Kevin.

"Is there water? Give me a sip." A hoarse voice rang out, startling Kevin, who almost jumped up.

"You’re awake! That’s great, wait, I’ll pour it for you."

Kevin was overjoyed; waking up was good. A Dwarf who knew medicine said that as long as Galvin didn’t have a fever and woke up from the coma, he would definitely be fine.

The place where the injured lived was a temporarily erected tent. There was no other way; the tribe’s bricks were all used to build factories now, and manpower wasn’t enough, so beastmen still lived in simple tents.

But the utensils were much better than when they were poor. There was a bed, a teapot, and ceramic cups. Kevin lifted the teapot from the corner and poured Galvin a full cup of water.

"Here you go. Comatose for days, you must be both hungry and thirsty. Drink some water first; I’ll go find you some food." Kevin said and hurriedly ran out. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Galvin’s bones, after being treated by Eric, didn’t affect walking, but they hadn’t fully recovered. Moving a little was extremely painful, but he seemed to have no feeling, reaching out to grab Kevin’s shirt.

"Chief, how is it?"

After all, having just woken up, just moving a little made him slightly dizzy. Galvin rested for a moment before asking this.

Kevin’s face darkened: "Eric was taken by Arthur. Max is planning to go rescue him, and I plan to go too. After visiting you today, we will probably set off tomorrow."

Galvin’s eyes were complex, not knowing what he was thinking. The arrogant aura regarding his strength from before was gone at this moment.

"Can’t blame anyone, it’s all that dragon’s fault for daring to sneak into the tribe." Kevin thought he was blaming himself and racked his brains to offer a few comforting words.

Galvin struggled to prop himself up to drink a few mouthfuls of water. Waves of sharp pain came from his chest and back, unavoidably making him recall the scene where he had no strength to resist and was beaten down.

And that cub whom he always thought shouldn’t be the chief - while being captured, he didn’t forget to desperately cast healing magic on him. Otherwise, perhaps he wouldn’t be breathing right now.

It turned out that in front of such a powerful creature, the strength he was proud of wasn’t worth a penny. Galvin lay down in defeat.

"I won’t seek Max for a contest anymore." Galvin closed his eyes, his voice hoarse.

So Galvin had heard his self-talk just now...

Kevin scratched his head helplessly. This was the first time he had seen this expression on this arrogant beastman.

Associating it with Max’s expression after waking up, Kevin realized just now that Galvin was also struck by the Dragon race’s overly powerful strength.

Initially thinking Arthur was human, Galvin was almost angry to death because he couldn’t beat him. Now that the opponent turned into an ancient and powerful Dragon, there wasn’t even a sliver of a chance to win.

Actually, Kevin was also quite struck, but he wasn’t the strongest in the tribe, so the gap wasn’t as big as Galvin’s.

When living in the Queen tribe, due to a lack of people, the Queen tribe’s warriors had to fight desperately to help the tribesmen barely fill their stomachs and protect the tribe’s safety. Their combat power was also a tier higher compared to other tribes.

And Galvin also relied on an arrogant and desperate mindset to lead the warriors in protecting the tribe.

Such a blow to him was truly hard to accept.

"Anyway, think it through yourself; I have to go first. Oh right, I don’t know if you’ll be happy or unhappy hearing this, but Max has successfully condensed a beast core." Kevin stood up, walked to the tent entrance, hesitated for a moment, but still couldn’t help telling him.

He didn’t come here to brag on Max’s behalf, but hoped Galvin could also pull himself together.

The Dragon race being strong was true, but beastmen weren’t useless. There used to be ancestors who could defeat the Dragon race, but as time passed, they all became legends. Beastmen were half-believing regarding the condensation of beast cores.

Galvin, with a gray face, suddenly opened his eyes wide, wanting to sit up in surprise to ask clearly, but when he looked up, Kevin’s figure was no longer in the tent, leaving him alone immersed in shock and indescribable emotions.

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The next day, led by Thomas, taking along Max, Michael, Kevin, and Grass, plus more than a dozen other warriors carrying simple luggage, they departed.

Tribesmen came silently to see them off. Never had there been a time like this; everyone looked worriedly and solemnly at the receding figures, the atmosphere heavy.

Because the road was dangerous, and the Elf Forest wasn’t a safe place, Leo naturally couldn’t go along. He could only squat at Luci’s feet, wishing he could grow up overnight.

The location of the Elf Forest was very far from the Hadu tribe. They had to pass through the Magical Beast Mountains and the Huan Yue Forest; any place was extremely dangerous.

Moreover, they had to pass through the Land of Extreme Cold where the White Bear tribe and Silver Fox tribe were located. Fortunately, Snow Wolves weren’t afraid of the cold either. Passing through, they hunted a few magical beasts with thick fur to have simple fur coats for warmth.

"I don’t know what they eat or drink living here. If Eric came here, he definitely wouldn’t like it; nothing can be grown."

Kevin wrapped his clothes tight. Despite having thick skin and flesh, the temperature of the Land of Extreme Cold still made him shiver with cold.

"Idiot." Grass rolled her eyes at him.

Kevin reacted only then, hurriedly patting his mouth. This mouth that harmed the body, why did it never learn its lesson?

Out of the corner of his eye, he stole a glance at Max. Seeing the other party had no reaction, Kevin relaxed his nerves.

Michael pointed to the left: "Regardless of the place, there will be plants, it’s just that fewer plants grow here. Over there, isn’t there a fruit tree? That kind of white fruit only ripens when it’s cold; it’s both sweet and thirst-quenching."

A hint of nostalgia appeared in his eyes.

Just arriving here without rest yet, everyone was both hungry and thirsty. Kevin excitedly ran over to pick fruits.

It was just that he had some doubts in his heart. Around the Hadu tribe, there was no such fruit. Where did Michael eat it? Why did he eat it alone...

Born with coarse nerves, not long after, this question was also automatically forgotten.

Grass glanced indifferently at Michael and Max. These two didn’t talk much throughout the journey. She knew clearly the mood of the two; her own mood was the same. Recently, other beastmen rarely approached them, only Kevin being carefree.

Thomas’s face had grown a lot of green stubble, and he wasn’t in the mood to care, commanding the warriors to start setting up tents to rest here for a while before setting off again.

Throughout the journey, they hadn’t slept much. Basically, they only rested when too tired, continuing after recovering.

Today was the same. Being on the road for two consecutive days and nights, seeing several warriors with pale lips, Thomas took the opportunity to let everyone rest here.

Kevin climbed the tree to pick fruit, tasting one himself, and discovered the taste was truly not bad. He waved happily to the tribesmen:

"This fruit is really delicious! Both sweet and juicy, too suitable for us to replenish physical strength."

A few young warriors couldn’t hold back. They secretly looked at the expressions of Thomas and the others, then stood up and sneaked over, passing up the tree like monkeys, happily throwing fruit down.