I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 482: The Development of the Tribe

Arthur didn’t back down at all, looking straight into Kimlan’s eyes:

"I am going to the Illusion Continent for my own sake as well. If he gets hurt, I have to endure it. Being there, I can ensure he doesn’t get hurt."

Ultimately, his grandfather was doing this for him; starting from this point, it wouldn’t be hard to change his mind.

Fortunately, he had returned in time. His grandfather was already prepared to set off, planning to go to the Illusion Continent to bring him and Eric back, and destroy Eric’s tribe while he was at it. Arthur dared not think what the result would have been if he had arrived a step later.

His strength certainly couldn’t compare to his grandfather, who had cultivated for tens of thousands of years. If he weren’t the only descendant of the golden dragon, Kimlan would have slapped him to death with one claw at the start.

Because his grandfather worried about him the most, Arthur could only use Eric’s soul contract with himself to persuade his grandfather to stop.

Sure enough, Arthur had hit the point Kimlan cared about most. This grandson was a treasure in his heart, not just because of blood relations - after all, his own son had never been loved by him.

The lineage of the giant golden dragon had nearly gone extinct. The previous Dragon Kings were all golden dragons, but the Dragon race hadn’t produced a new small golden dragon in tens of thousands of years. Just when Kimlan was most anxious, Arthur was born.

He had always nurtured Arthur to become the Dragon King, and in fact, Arthur hadn’t let down his teachings. His strength upon reaching adulthood matched most adult dragons, he practiced seriously, and learned all kinds of magic very well.

Until one day last year, Arthur suddenly disappeared. At first, Kimlan didn’t mind, thinking Arthur had gone out to train. Although the Dragon race couldn’t leave Dragon Island, this was his grandson after all; being a little lenient was fine.

Moreover, Kimlan had investigated Arthur’s whereabouts on the first day he disappeared and found that his grandson had gone to the Elves’ place, so he was reassured.

The Dragon race and the Elf race had a tacit understanding for many years. Although they were mortal enemies, the two sides wouldn’t really fight to the death; fights would stop at a certain point, using the other side to hone their strength.

But it was precisely this negligence that made Kimlan regret it so much later that his guts turned green.

The lifespan of the Dragon race was very long; half a year, a year, or even decades were just a nap. Kimlan discovered his grandson had gone to the Elf Forest and didn’t investigate further.

Waiting until his beloved grandson returned from outside, he was actually just happy, pretending to scold him a few times. As a result, he discovered the soul contract between Arthur and that beastman...

And later, Arthur seemed possessed, insisting on following that beastman to live on the Illusion Continent. Kimlan couldn’t bear it anymore and determined to bring Arthur back. How could the heir to the Dragon King go live on a savage continent, not to mention there were Elves there?

Since he couldn’t touch that beastman, to make that little beastman willingly stay on Dragon Island, he only needed to destroy the tribe the boy was constantly thinking about. Surely, the boy wouldn’t have the idea of taking Arthur back to the Illusion Continent anymore.

Carrying this thought, Kimlan had punished Moon, who had unauthorizedly released Arthur and the beastman, but since the other party’s elder was an elder of the Dragon race, he only restricted the scope of Moon’s spatial magic. He had been too negligent before.

He was planning to go out personally to the Illusion Continent to find Arthur, but Arthur had returned, and it was to stop his actions. Even though it was his beloved grandson, Kimlan couldn’t help but beat him up.

He was truly too angry. Going out once, he hastily initiated a one-sided soul contract with someone, and it was a Snow Wolf cub who already had a partner and couldn’t reproduce.

The most infuriating thing was that Arthur, this rebellious brat, valued the other party’s words more than his. He didn’t look like a dragon at all!

Just like now, this rebellious grandson was even using his own life to threaten him. Kimlan was so angry his vision went dark. It took a long time for him to recover, and he aged a lot in an instant.

Realizing he had no way to change Arthur’s mind, he sighed: "Arthur, you’ve grown up. I can’t control you anymore. Do whatever you want."

After speaking, his giant wings flapped once, and the barrier on Dragon Island, reinforced with several layers, revealed a passage: "Go."

Kimlan flew away without looking back. If I stay a moment longer, I definitely won’t be able to resist beating Arthur up again.

"Grandpa!" Arthur’s figure stopped at the entrance: "You are the strongest dragon of the Dragon race; you can surely lead the Dragon race for another tens of thousands of years. I will come back to visit you."

"Hmph!" Kimlan grunted angrily, but his wings paused slightly as he left, suppressing the bitterness.

Only this way can I live peacefully with Eric on the Illusion Continent...

Arthur suppressed the rest of the sentence and hurriedly left the entrance of the Dragon Island barrier that only allowed entry, not exit.

That year, the Hadu tribe received more than ten Snow Wolf tribes. In the middle of winter, A Khac and A Tat brought five Horned Goat tribes.

The tribe’s population skyrocketed. Even though Eric had Bruno’s construction team work overtime with most of the tribesmen to build many houses, it ultimately wasn’t enough.

But there were plenty of bricks this year. Through trading with the Dwarf tribes, bricks and glass were exchanged in large quantities; the road to those tribes had been opened.

When these tribes arrived, Eric and the tribesmen were still building more houses.

The tribesmen thought they had built a lot more and imagined they wouldn’t use them all, but the result was that half of the beastmen still didn’t have a place to live, while winter was very cold.

After prioritizing families with cubs to move in, the adult beastmen joined the Hadu people to enthusiastically build their own homes.

Enduring the cold and temporarily staying in tents was not a problem for them at all. On the contrary, having new houses waiting for them made these beastmen feel they had come to the right place.

With Arthur and Eric there, their dragon breath and fire magic could effectively prevent the cement and concrete from freezing. If it got cold, everyone gathered around the fire to warm up, which was convenient and energy-saving.

The Dragon King’s matter was resolved. Evan still remembered this place in his heart; he didn’t agree to the Elf King’s retention and rode a flying horse back to the Hadu tribe.

His nature magic could control many vines, each curling around bricks or cement shovels. One person was equal to dozens of people, incredibly powerful.

The harvested food was abundant enough that even with double the people, there was no fear. Eric now had food in hand and a population in the tribe. He was happy every day, putting all his effort into expanding the scale of the factories.

He was busy building the tribe, while Max led the warriors in training every day. Now the tribe didn’t lack meat, and hunting in winter wasn’t easy, so their main focus was training.

Galvin was undoubtedly the most hardworking.

His strength was already on par with Max. When he was in Queen’s tribe, the harsh living environment had honed his strong fighting power.

Now he was only one step away from condensing a beast core, but crossing this realm was the hardest part.