I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 122: Found a Snake Tribe Cub

In winter, all things withered. Heaven and earth donned a cold white robe, yet amidst the barrenness, there were still unique and wondrous flora that bloomed and bore fruit in their own way against the icy weather.

Along the way, they had conveniently picked many strange, oval-shaped fruits, as white as snow.

At first, Eric paid no attention at all, merely thinking they were clumps of snow left on the bare branches.

It wasn’t until Michael reached out and picked one for him that Eric realized with astonishment it was an edible fruit.

This fruit had a paper-thin skin, and the fruit itself was large. One bite filled his mouth with a refreshing, light sweetness, quenching his thirst immensely.

Throughout the journey, the group had often used snow to soothe their thirst, as the water in the bamboo tubes quickly froze solid.

This fruit had a strange characteristic of not freezing at all, conveniently becoming a wonderful thirst-quencher on the road.

And so, on Michael’s broad back, there was an additional bulging animal-skin bag, filled with these snow-white fruits.

Eric jumped off the wolf’s back, stretching his body refreshingly. Riding on the Snow Wolf’s back was like a long-distance bus ride; although he didn’t need to move, sitting for a while still made his whole body ache.

Although the space on Max’s back was ample, it still couldn’t compare to the feeling of his feet being firmly on the ground for comfortable movement.

Seeing him land safely, Max also immediately transformed back into his human form.

At the same time, he reached out to catch the luggage and other items that were falling. The enormous animal-skin bundle landed neatly in his steady arms, and then Max gently placed it on the ground.

Hurriedly draping the animal-skin cloak over himself, his sturdy hand grasped a protrusion on the tree trunk.

Using his arms alternately, his feet only needed to push off the trunk a few times, and he quickly shot up to a high branch.

From the treetop, he began to throw down the juicy white fruits. The snow on the ground was thick and soft, so the fruits didn’t need anyone to catch them and didn’t get bruised upon landing.

His gaze flickered to the tree beside him, where Michael was also nimbly picking fruit, carrying a hint of underlying provocation.

Max’s slender hands moved so fast they almost created afterimages, and the fruits whistled down onto the snow.

Michael, of course, would not be outdone. He immediately pushed off with his foot, launching himself to a higher branch where more fruit hung heavily, beginning their silent competition.

The fruit trees here were also ancient, their trunks towering.

Standing below, Eric could only see two figures deftly moving high above, occasionally glancing at each other before focusing on picking fruit; he couldn’t see their facial expressions clearly at all.

He felt his heart swell with joy, secretly happy that these two had finally stopped sulking at each other.

Eric strolled around leisurely.

From here, one could still see the enormous plume of air exhaled by the giant serpent in the distance, only the distance was greater, making its head look more and more like a majestic mountain peak.

The low-level magical beasts around here had long since been scared away by the aura of the Snow Wolf people, so as long as Eric didn’t go too far, he was almost perfectly safe.

"Well, I’ll just leave some private space for the two main characters." Eric thought to himself, feeling he was the most considerate third wheel in the world, always worrying about others’ affairs.

The trees in this forest were tall and dense, blocking almost all sunlight.

The thick layer of snow below thus had little chance to melt, and with the temperature always freezing, the snow here was much thicker than in other places.

He had to walk in human form, because if he turned into a Snow Wolf and happened to slip, he might be buried in this thick snow.

Even so, his legs were already sunk deep in the snow. Fortunately, his skin was now thicker than before; only the crudely made animal-skin boots caused some inconvenience.

He thought to himself, when he had free time, he must make some proper boots for himself, to walk more comfortably.

The beastmen here usually wore soft animal-skin boots, using forest vines to secure them at the ankle, and the soles were also very thin. Fortunately, their feet had thick skin, unafraid of being pierced by hard objects.

However, Eric really liked the Black Wolf tribe’s style of boots. Ignoring the flashy and gaudy decorations on them, their boots looked extremely sturdy, durable, and the style was also very nice...

If not for those Black Wolf people being so detestable, Eric really would have wanted to ask where they had their boots made.

But in any case, they still had boots to wear in winter. In other seasons, besides grass shoes, many tribe members couldn’t be bothered and just went barefoot, something Eric could never get used to.

While his mind wandered about the boots, Eric ambled deeper into the woods.

Suddenly, he felt a strange sensation under his foot. The thin sole of his animal-skin boot made him clearly feel the squishy softness and slipperiness of a long object lying beneath his foot...

A jolt ran up his spine.

Not knowing where he found the strength, he leaped out of the snowdrift. A weak scream almost escaped his throat, but fortunately, he managed to stifle it in time.

After becoming a Snow Wolf, the skill of tree-climbing seemed to have become instinctual.

In his extreme panic, he deftly climbed to the top of a nearby tree, his heart pounding as if it would burst from his chest, his soul scared out of him as he looked down.

He saw that in the snowdrift he had just stepped in, a corner of a long, black-and-red object was exposed.

It was coiled up, estimated to be over a meter long.

The hair on Eric’s neck stood on end.

Stepping on a snake amidst a white winter snowstorm, what kind of cursed luck was this?

Normally, snakes should be deep in their burrows hibernating this season, right?

Could it be that this snake appeared specifically to scare him?

Eric felt his back drenched in cold sweat. Amidst the biting wind, for the first time in a long time, he felt a truly bone-chilling cold.

While still panicking and not yet recovered, his heart full of terror, Eric didn’t dare to climb down, fearing he would step on another snake.

Suddenly, a whistling sound of wind rang in his ear. Eric had just turned his head when he saw Max and Michael rushing over.

Max was one step ahead, pulling him into his arms, his sharp, knife-like gaze sweeping the surroundings.

"Don’t, don’t, don’t go down! There’s a snake!" Eric sensed Max intended to take him down and hurriedly shouted.

"Snake?"

Max repeated doubtfully.

He had just scanned the area and saw no creatures whatsoever. The reason he felt at ease letting Eric walk alone was because he had sensed no magical beasts nearby.

Who would have thought that just moments later, he would hear the boy’s suppressed cry of terror.

Eric hadn’t gone too far, so he and Michael arrived very quickly, only to find no danger, just the boy clinging helplessly to the tree, his face pale with fright.

Now, hearing him say there was a snake, even Max was a bit surprised.

In winter, snake-type magical beasts were the hardest to encounter. They usually burrowed deep underground very early, waiting until the next spring to emerge and become active.

Eric showed him the snake he had just stepped on. He didn’t know if the snake had been trampled to death by him, as it lay coiled motionlessly.

A snake only about a meter long in this world was really just a baby snake.

Yet he was frightened by such a snake, even alarming both of them. Eric now felt his face burning with embarrassment, not knowing where to hide, not daring to look them in the eye.

Following the direction he pointed, Michael mercilessly clutched his stomach and burst out laughing.

"Ha ha, Eric, oh Eric, you’re actually scared of a tiny snake like this!"

Michael laughed loudly as he casually picked up the snake, even intentionally dangling it back and forth in front of Eric.

Max frowned, throwing him a displeased look. But when his gaze swept over the snake, his expression changed.

"This isn’t an ordinary magical beast, this is a cub of the Red Fook Snake beastman tribe."

Michael had also brought the snake closer by now, saying doubtfully:

"It really is a Red Fook Snake tribe cub, still in a deep sleep. Probably because it’s too cold here.

"But the Snake tribe is always very careful in winter, how could they let a kid run here so recklessly."

"Children are always mischievous, probably ran out here on its own. There are no injuries on its body.

"In winter, the Snake tribe’s senses are significantly reduced, and this cub was buried in the snow, making it difficult for its kin to find."

Max looked at Eric in his arms with a meaningful gaze.

Hadn’t he also been chased half to death by a wild boar once? Eric felt a pang of guilt and quickly avoided the other’s gaze.

But knowing this snake was a beastman, Eric’s fear dissipated considerably, and he even had the presence of mind to observe the little snake’s appearance.

He had only glanced at it in panic just now; looking closely now, this snake wasn’t that scary.

Its whole body was jet black, only its belly was a vibrant red.

To unexpectedly pick up a beastman cub in the deep mountains and remote forests, and a Snake tribe they had never met at that, Eric didn’t know whether to say their luck was good, or the cub’s luck was.