I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 432: Reunion
"Why is the smell of blood getting stronger and stronger?" Kevin moved his nose suspiciously.
Grass quickly reached out to cover his mouth, listening seriously, and only then spoke: "Not only is there a strong smell of blood, but there are also the footsteps of many people."
Michael nodded, speaking gravely: "Max hasn’t returned yet, but so many beastmen are coming instead. It surely can’t be the enemy, otherwise Max would definitely come back to warn us."
"Well said. Max let them come here, and coincidentally right to our spot; there must be a purpose. Let’s wait and see," Thomas concluded.
The other Snow Wolf warriors hadn’t heard the commotion yet, but as time passed, countless footsteps, heavy and light, indeed came through.
The Snow Wolves all looked vigilantly in the direction of the arrivals, not knowing who it was ultimately. Judging by the footsteps, it was not a small number.
Associating it with the Black Wolf woman they had just picked up, everyone had various guesses in their hearts.
Thomas, on the contrary, stroked his chin with some speculation.
The beastmen’s way of life was limited to hunting, and most lived scattered; otherwise, a territory couldn’t meet the needs of so many beastmen.
Only some vegetarian species, and those with many fruit trees within their territory, lived in herds. But ultimately, the scale of the Ox-Head tribe was the largest; after all, they knew how to farm and didn’t lack food.
If it weren’t for the fact that the Ox-Head tribe had more difficulty reproducing offspring than other beastmen, the Red Grass tribe would have long been regarded as a thorn in the side by the Golden Kingdom.
These beastmen naturally couldn’t appear here. The only possibility was the beastmen of the Kingdom, or the Black Wolves living together after being driven out.
Thinking again of the Black Wolf woman picked up on the road, those wounds obviously weren’t caused by a single beastman. So it could be imagined that the Black Wolf tribe and the Kingdom had come into conflict again.
Countless thoughts flashed through Thomas’s mind as he looked worriedly in the direction the noise was coming from.
Among these footsteps, none sounded like Max’s. Moreover, since Max’s strength had greatly increased, often Thomas wouldn’t detect him even when he was already beside him.
But if it was truly as he imagined, and the Black Wolf tribe and the Kingdom had clashed, then the number of Kingdom beastmen definitely wasn’t small either. If Max wasn’t careful and got involved...
Michael had a sensitive mind and was the first to notice Thomas’s abnormality, comforting him:
"Don’t think so much. Max’s strength currently has no rival among beastmen. Besides, with his personality, he won’t act recklessly."
Thomas nodded, but his heart remained tense; he couldn’t relax until he saw Max.
"They’re here, it’s a group of Black Wolves!"
"There are so many, probably a few hundred!"
A group of injured Black Wolves came running in a panic.
The injured supported each other; those in slightly better condition carried seriously injured Black Wolves in their arms.
Kaluo protected Nathan as they walked at the front. On the way, they had followed that Snow Wolf’s words and headed in this direction, also bringing along the companions injured earlier. Although they didn’t know where the final destination was, fortunately, there really were no pursuers behind them.
Just then, he heard shouting. Looking up, there were Snow Wolves ahead, about twenty or so people.
He was just about to be vigilant when Nathan patted his shoulder.
"Are you the companions of that Snow Wolf?"
Nathan stopped, kept a friendly distance, and shouted towards the other side.
The Black Wolves behind also stopped accordingly. Countless Black Wolves with panicked eyes waited silently for the Snow Wolves to answer.
Michael looked at Thomas. Under Thomas’s signal, he took a step forward: "Are you talking about a Snow Wolf with an exceptionally large build?"
"Yes, it was exactly the direction he pointed, so he told us to come find you," Nathan replied.
So it was Max who told these Black Wolves to come here. Michael frowned, not knowing what Max wanted to do, nor what had happened.
But he and Max had grown up together, so there must be a reason for it. He turned to look at Thomas.
The other side had so many people; if they really had any intentions, and Max wasn’t here, they wouldn’t be able to fight them off. Thomas looked at the large but extremely disheveled group of the Black Wolf tribe with some doubt.
He signaled the surrounding warriors and led the clansmen forward towards the other party.
Just like Michael, Thomas also believed Max wouldn’t bring danger to the clansmen.
Getting closer, the smell of blood coming from the crowd of Black Wolves became even stronger. Thomas told a warrior to give the Black Wolf woman to the other side:
"We found this on the road, she’s still alive."
Kaluo cried out: "It’s Sahra!"
Tears welled up in his eyes. This strong woman had led the pursuers away to buy some time for the clansmen; he had thought...
"Thank you." The vigilance in Kaluo’s eyes dissipated by more than half as he spoke chokingly.
The Snow Wolf warriors didn’t give them friendly faces, snorting coldly.
The origin between the Black Wolf tribe and the Snow Wolf tribe was very deep. They were originally Wolf tribes with a close relationship, but now they were like water and fire. Nathan glanced at his father, then indifferently withdrew his gaze.
Max took a big detour. When he returned to where the clansmen were, both sides had already recounted the general events.
The Snow Wolf warriors wanted to open their mouths to mock the Black Wolf tribe for repaying kindness with enmity, betraying the Snow Wolves and the Wolf tribe, only to receive such an outcome. But when they saw the trembling infants and the sacrificed Black Wolves placed together, they ultimately didn’t say it.
Thomas angrily smashed a rock, causing stone fragments and snow to fly instantly:
"The methods of these beastmen are becoming more and more cruel. The target has indeed shifted from the small beastmen to us!"
"I just didn’t expect them to act so fast," Michael said through gritted teeth.
Kevin looked at the disheveled Black Wolves, especially those infants huddled in the adults’ arms, and felt uncomfortable in his heart.
If the infants of the Hadu tribe were treated like this, Kevin only needed to imagine it a little to turn green with anger.
"The beastmen of the Kingdom have been led elsewhere by me; they won’t have the energy to chase you in the short term. Think about where you want to go."
Max jumped silently on the snow. Before everyone could even see his figure, he appeared in front of them.
Kevin was extremely surprised, saying with both jealousy and admiration: "I didn’t even detect you when you were so close. Max, your strength is truly too great."
Grass was even more direct: "When you have time, let’s try a few moves."
Thomas, with a dark face, waved his hand: "Alright, stop talking about useless things. Max, come here and talk about what happened just now."
At this time, the beastmen of the Black Wolf tribe had begun to rest, especially the seriously injured clansmen whose bodies really couldn’t withstand the long journey.
Nathan sat in a circle with Thomas and a few others. Seeing this, Max also sat down and recounted everything he had done after the Black Wolves left to everyone.
"Ice Frost Giant Bear? You dared to provoke such a huge monster," Kevin shouted loudly.
Thomas still felt lingering fear. He patted his son on the shoulder, praising:
"Worthy of being my son. Even an Ice Frost Giant Bear can’t do anything to you. It seems the hope of us going to save Eric is still very great."
Michael was also extremely excited. If they had encountered a level seven magic beast while hunting before, they definitely would have just gone around the opponent’s territory, fundamentally daring not to move against it.
Unexpectedly, there was a Snow Wolf who rendered a super high-level magic beast in a berserk state unable to do anything. It was truly too glorious; Michael also felt proud.
In that case, as Thomas said, saving Eric wasn’t impossible. At least Max now had the ability to resist under the hands of the Dragon tribe.
Max shook his head, remained silent for a moment, and then said:
"Still far from enough. I have to try harder."
