I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 467: Expanding the Tribe
The Black Wolf tribe was currently facing such a situation.
In Eric’s view, their life was like that of nomads. With so many elderly and children, how could they withstand this hardship? Sooner or later, they would be destroyed by the kingdom.
The Young Patriarch of the Black Wolf tribe, who looked very shrewd, must have predicted this future, which was why he bowed his head to express submission to the Hadu tribe.
Not to mention that they had once betrayed the Snow Wolf tribe, neither Eric nor Max could let their tribesmen take the risk again. Just the sheer number of the Black Wolf tribe made it impossible to agree to them joining the Hadu tribe.
Don’t look at the fact that the Hadu tribe now planted nearly twenty to thirty thousand mu of land.
At first glance, the whole tribe had enough to eat for several years, but how many tribesmen did the Hadu tribe have? Among them, the big eaters like the Snow Wolves and Horned Goats combined were less than four hundred people.
If it were the Black Wolf tribe, the entire harvest combined would only be enough for a few months.
As for meat, the magical beasts within the territory of the Hadu tribe couldn’t withstand the devastation of the Black Wolf tribe. The scale of the breeding farm had just shown some promise; it was far from the point of freely eating. They only occasionally slaughtered a few, mostly keeping them to expand the scale.
With so few people it was like this; if the Black Wolf tribe came, these animals wouldn’t even be enough for one meal.
Moreover, the Hadu tribe itself only had over a thousand people, while the Black Wolf tribe had several thousand, all of whom were warlike Black Wolves. If they really agreed, wouldn’t that be inviting wolves into the house?
By then, who would be the pitiful one was uncertain. Eric did not hesitate to view the Black Wolf tribe with the worst attitude.
But Max had saved them. Although he didn’t agree, he pointed the way for the Black Wolf tribe. Did he have his own intentions? Thinking of this, Eric tilted his head to look at Max and smiled mischievously:
"Do you have some bad intentions?"
Max couldn’t help but curl his lips and pinch his partner’s cheek:
"You understand me best. I want to delay the time until the Black Wolf tribe is destroyed by the kingdom, letting them block the front. With the Black Wolf tribe there, the kingdom won’t think of acting against us for the time being. You can rest assured and lead our development for a few years."
"As expected. With them restraining the kingdom, we can have peace for a few more years."
Eric smiled with satisfaction:
"Since that’s the case, we can’t just stand by and watch. If the Black Wolf tribe can’t develop, and after that great battle they have to continue migrating, there will definitely be many casualties among the tribesmen. We provide them with a little help; the longer the Black Wolf tribe persists, the longer we are safe."
The two’s thoughts coincided; they looked at each other and laughed out loud.
Arthur crossed his arms and hovered in the air above Eric’s head, following him neither too far nor too close, torturing himself by not looking away.
Since he returned to the Hadu tribe this time, the surrounding beastmen and Dwarves who used to treat him kindly ignored him as if they didn’t see him. Arthur didn’t want to stay elsewhere, so he always followed Eric, occasionally taking some stimulation and eating some "dog food" (public display of affection).
Eric didn’t like being followed like this.
It just so happened that the demand for bricks was increasing. After the number of cubs increased, more brick blanks were molded every day. Even though the brick kiln had been expanded once, it couldn’t keep up with demand, and adding the bricks transported by the Gray tribe, it still couldn’t keep up with the speed of house construction.
He planned to expand the brick kiln once more. So that Arthur wouldn’t be idle, he could go fire bricks. Having something to do and appearing less above his head would be good; otherwise, Eric always felt a chill down his spine, as if a camera was always pointed at him.
The cubs of the Kon tribe and the Queen tribe were the first to adapt to life here. Every day, if they weren’t following their friends to the fields to catch worms and weed, they were near the brick kiln molding brick blanks. These jobs were all very interesting in the eyes of the cubs, like a game.
Plus, the fields were full of Wide-Mouth flowers, so they didn’t need to go to the fields to catch worms often. Aside from playing, the cubs used their remaining energy to play with mud, causing the number of brick blanks to skyrocket.
Arthur was a Dragon; the temperature of dragon breath was extremely high. Bricks fired by him would definitely be more durable than those fired in a kiln. Plus, he could proficiently control temperature changes; he was truly an excellent candidate.
Actually, Eric wanted Arthur to help the Dwarves forge weapons even more.
If these two supported each other, the effect would certainly be excellent. It was just that the Dwarves were very resistant to Arthur right now, so it probably couldn’t be done overnight.
He didn’t want to treat Arthur as a tool, but who could stand having someone always following behind them? He wanted to let Arthur return to Dragon Island, but this guy refused to leave no matter what. Eric didn’t want to anger him, so he could only find him something to do.
As for the soul contract between the two, Eric still hadn’t felt any constraint on himself. From the Dragon King’s meaning, this contract was initiated by Arthur, so the constraint on Arthur was more severe.
"Eric, the Fantasy Dream Continent is not safe anymore. Our tribe has more and more good things; in the future, it might attract other dangers."
Thomas Uncle sat seriously across from Eric:
"The Black Wolf people are an example; we absolutely cannot follow in their footsteps. Our strength is still too weak right now. I plan to go out and find other Snow Wolf tribes to continue expanding the population."
Eric asked in surprise: "Uncle Thomas, you know other patriarchs? If we can increase the population, that would be great."
"Although my relationship with other patriarchs isn’t as close as with Queen and Karin, if I show sincerity, as long as they are willing to send people to investigate, they will definitely agree later. There is no beastman who doesn’t want to live a stable life with enough to eat and wear," Thomas said with a hearty laugh.
Previously, inviting the Queen and Kon tribes relied almost entirely on the relationship between the few of them. Queen and Karin both knew that if Thomas wasn’t certain, he definitely wouldn’t have spoken up to let them join the Hadu tribe.
Friends could understand and trust each other, but other patriarchs couldn’t follow so simply. This would definitely be a long battle. Thomas knew this in his heart, but the tribe’s current life gave him confidence.
The tragedy of the Black Wolf tribe was still there. The kingdom was acting so madly now; who knew who the next target would be?
The Hadu tribe now possessed several things that, if taken outside, would cause everyone to fight over them. It was better to be prepared in advance.
