I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 145: The Miserable Dwarves

Traveling back and forth like this, it had been nearly a month since they left the tribe.

Eric sensed the weather for a moment. The closer they got to the tribe, the more he felt the temperature drop significantly; it was even colder than when they had first left.

Fortunately, he had managed to build a brick house this year, and it even had a heated bed, which was countless times warmer than the shabby earthen house the original owner used to live in.

Otherwise, with the extreme cold of this continent, his sudden transmigration would have made it impossible to adapt to the harsh winter here.

The sudden drop in temperature, coupled with the Snow Wolves’ rapid movement speed, meant that even with a lot of luggage blocking the wind on Max’s back and a thick layer of animal hide, he could still feel the bone-chilling cold.

Eric was afraid Evan would be cold, so he transformed into his Snow Wolf form, got closer to him, and leaned against him for warmth.

It was just that Evan’s gaze was a bit strange, but Eric chalked it up to him being shy. But he didn’t stay obediently in one place, either; he frequently poked his furry head out to observe the surroundings.

On this trip, they had passed through the territories of many Beastman tribes. There had always been an unwritten rule among the tribes not to disturb one another, so Max and Michael would usually detour around areas too close to residential zones.

If it wasn’t urgent, Beastmen would bypass each other’s territory to show they had no intention of invading.

But doing so would lengthen the journey considerably. This time, to save time, the group cut straight through the territories of those tribes.

Because they had no hostile intent, when they passed through the territories of other Beastman tribes, the others merely maintained a wary attitude.

Eric also saw another Dwarf tribe on the edge of a swamp. The scale of this tribe was clearly not as large as the Du Tribe.

When they passed by, they happened upon several Dwarves struggling to fight off a third-tier magical beast. The situation was extremely critical; one Dwarf was almost swallowed by the hungry magical beast.

Max put down the luggage and Eric’s group, then stepped in to kill the magical beast. He also cleared out the other magical beasts still active in the surrounding area, treating it as a way to improve their meals.

"Thank you so much, our Snow Wolf friends! If it weren’t for you, we all would have ended up in this magical beast’s stomach today. This beast was mad with hunger, it even ran into the tribe. My child was almost eaten by it, and it also destroyed several of our houses."

A Dwarf with a brown beard, dark skin, and a forehead full of experienced wrinkles spoke, his heart still pounding with fear.

"That’s right! If the tribesmen hadn’t hidden in the cellar in time, and if the few of us hadn’t lured it out of the tribe, who knows how many more would have died. We’ve already fled to the edge of this swamp, and we still can’t escape these beasts!"

Another Dwarf choked out, cursing.

Max lowered his gaze to look at Eric. Sure enough, in his cub’s eyes, he saw pity and reluctance.

"Max has helped you clear out the surrounding magical beasts. You should be able to live more peacefully, at least for this period."

The Dwarves’ spirits were very low. Eric spoke up to comfort them.

He knew the Dwarves’ lives were harsh, but he had still underestimated just how harsh it was.

No wonder Uncle Joseph had been so shameless back then, insisting on sticking close to their tribe. This continent was too dangerous for them. Their strongest warriors had all perished during their escape.

The remaining Dwarves could only rely on the weapons they forged to drive away low-level magical beasts.

But their strength was too weak; they couldn’t unleash the full power of high-level weapons. Thus, when facing mid-level or higher magical beasts, they had no way to resist.

And here, the one thing that wasn’t lacking was magical beasts.

Today, if they hadn’t coincidentally passed by, this starving third-tier magical beast was more than capable of annihilating an entire Dwarf tribe.

Even if they hid deep in their cellars, they would eventually be dug up by magical beasts with keen senses of smell.

Eric had always felt that the Snow Wolves’ lives were not easy. Whether it was the former Thomas Tribe or the Karin Tribe he met at the Ox-Head Tribe’s place, life was extremely poor and strained.

Tribesmen frequently had to worry about not having enough to eat.

But compared to the Dwarves, their worries were truly insignificant.

After all, not having enough to eat and having your life hanging by a thread every single day were two completely incomparable things.

The lives of these races were even more bitter than the people in his homeland before the "reform and opening up."

At the very least, those who came before, though they also suffered from hunger, didn’t have to face daily attacks from wild beasts, living in constant fear.

The most important point was, at least they were united. They could band together to overcome difficulties and build a better future.

But the future for these Dwarves was too bleak. They simply didn’t know what tomorrow would bring.

It was a lie to say his heart wasn’t moved, but Eric didn’t have the strength to be charitable.

Right now, he was carrying an entire tribe on his shoulders; he couldn’t act recklessly.

The merging of the Du Tribe and the Thomas Tribe was already dancing on the boundary line of two great powers.

They couldn’t afford to take any more risks.

These Dwarves didn’t think that far, nor would they think that some of their own compatriots had already joined the Snow Wolf tribe and were being protected. They were still rejoicing over their narrow escape.

They hugged each other, patting one another’s chests in comfort. Thinking of their families in the tribe finally surviving, the joy nearly brought them to tears.

Max had originally intended to toss them a few magical beasts and then leave. But the Dwarves were overly enthusiastic, inviting them to their tribe as guests.

Looking at these Dwarves, who weren’t even as tall as a cub, he couldn’t find it in him to refuse. He and Michael helped transport the magical beast carcasses for them.

This Dwarf tribe’s dwelling place was not as comfortable as the Du Tribe’s. It was surrounded by a vast, dark swamp.

Even in winter, when the mud in the swamp was frozen solid, one could still smell the faint stench of rot wafting from it.

One could only imagine how dangerous this swamp would be after the ice melted.

To have to live in a place like this to avoid the majority of magical beasts, it seemed this Dwarf tribe had been pushed to a dead end to have to choose this last resort.

There were indeed many large magical beasts in the vicinity, and the Dwarves were completely outmatched. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

If one of them decided on a whim to come and hunt these Dwarves, they would have no strength to resist.

High-level magical beasts possessed intelligence. Who knew if one day they might attack the tribe just for fun.

In their eyes, Dwarves were just small food items and toys for amusement.

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