I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 240: Overturning Perception

The children of the Horned Goat tribe had experienced the Whirlwind Lizard incident and inherently carried an instinctive fear of this kind of sound.

But surrounded by friends and familiar adults, with cheers filling their ears, their hooves, which had initially shrunk back, gradually relaxed.

Seeing the Snow Wolf kids and Dwarf kids all running towards the blackened patch of ground where the explosion had just happened, the curiosity of the few Horned Goat kids finally won over their fear. They struggled to jump down from the adults’ arms and trotted after their friends’ footsteps.

Joseph was also very excited: "It’s finally stable. The effect is even stronger than before!"

Previously, the two had conducted countless experiments at the coal mine. Gunpowder was made into various shapes, and the outer casing was changed to all sorts of materials. Finally, they decided to make it into the shape of a black bead, adding auxiliary magic runes, increasing the power several times.

"Isn’t this an upgraded version of the Thunderbolt Fire Bomb? My god, you Dwarves are just too awesome!"

Eric muttered in surprise. This shape, this power - it was even cooler than the Thunderbolt Fire Bombs he had seen in kung fu movies on TV.

He was standing very close, and Joseph’s ears twitched as he said happily: "That name is good! We were thinking we didn’t know what to name it!"

Bruno’s face was also full of joy: "Right, right, let’s just call it Thunderbolt Fire Bomb. The name is so majestic! Originally, I planned to call it Thunder God’s Wrath..."

Eric was speechless... Uh, that name was truly cheesy.

"Thunderbolt Fire Bomb still sounds better. Bruno, that name of yours is terrible." Joseph criticized.

Bruno put his hands on his hips to retort upon hearing that. It was truly rare for the two to still argue while dangling from the hands of Michael and Grass.

Eric could only be speechless, then followed the tribesmen to inspect the explosion site.

He saw that the large pile of bricks and stones he had sponsored (originally pushed over by Arthur) had now been blown into countless scattered fragments.

Today was a very important day for the tribe. All tribesmen were present, and even the warriors were no exception.

Max led other warriors to scatter around the perimeter to prevent accidents. Seeing that the danger had been lifted, they gathered together around the explosion site to observe.

Eric held a blackened fragment of brick in his hand. Just as he was marveling at the power of the Thunderbolt Fire Bomb, he suddenly felt a wave of heat behind him.

Turning around, sure enough, he met Max’s gaze.

The two hadn’t seen much of each other in the past few days. Initially, Eric was shy about meeting, and then he was busy making potato noodles for several days.

He originally intended to find a time to speak clearly with Max. Regardless of the outcome, he couldn’t keep dragging it out; this simply wasn’t his style.

But right now, although he noticed Max’s focused gaze, there were too many people around. Eric had to remain silent, scratching his cheek to relieve the awkwardness, when he was surrounded by the group of Dwarves.

Luban came closest: "Gunpowder was your idea, right? I heard Bruno say it. With such great power, can other Dwarves really use it?"

"Wouldn’t that mean other Dwarf tribes, even without the help of beastmen, could protect themselves? At least they wouldn’t be afraid of mid and low-level magical beasts anymore."

"That’s right, maybe they could even hunt magical beasts in return for food."

Several other Dwarves also discussed. The Du tribe had Snow Wolves for protection, but other Dwarf tribes still lived in misery.

They had heard Joseph say before that if the gunpowder was successful, they would share it with other tribes. That was truly a great favor. Although Eric was now their patriarch, he was still a Snow Wolf. Yet he still thought of the Dwarves; how could they not be moved?

"That way everyone can worry less about the lives of other tribes. At least they will have weapons to protect themselves."

Eric said.

Don’t think that just because Dwarves were masters of weapon crafting and could create high-level weapons or even divine artifacts, it meant they could use them.

The higher the level of the weapon, the more origin power was needed; otherwise, it couldn’t be activated.

Many magic props also required magic power, and the materials were extremely precious. For example, the spirit wood Evan discovered in the Snow Wolves’ firewood pile would cost several hundred gold coins for a single log in human society.

Gunpowder was different. After the improvements by Joseph and Bruno, only a little origin power was needed to activate it. The power was equivalent to high-level tier-3 fire magic, and the manufacturing materials were cheap.

If a saltpeter mine could be found, even the most troublesome step of extracting saltpeter soil could be skipped.

Gunpowder, officially renamed Thunderbolt Fire Bomb, excited the Dwarves as soon as it appeared. They surrounded the rubble, singing and dancing jubilantly. They sang ancient songs in their own language.

The beastmen were also happy for them. After a period of contact, the Horned Goat people also realized that apart from the difference in height, the Dwarves’ personalities were no different from beastmen, and everyone had their own strengths. Now they joined in the fun.

Akha watched the scene of the Dwarves dancing, then looked at the Snow Wolves around him. Everything was harmonious, but his heart felt sour.

Since his mother and the warriors sacrificed themselves, the Horned Goat tribe had no leader. Everything followed the Snow Wolves, but that wasn’t a long-term plan.

Akha knew he wasn’t capable enough to be the patriarch, even though his mother used to be one. He originally wanted to hand it over to the strongest warrior, Asa, but was flatly refused.

Finally, he and Asa discussed with Ali, planning to let the oldest, Uncle Ky, be the patriarch to lead the rest. But Uncle Ky also shook his head, only saying profoundly: ask for the opinion of the little patriarch of the Hadu tribe.

Akha and Asa actually admired Eric very much. Although he wasn’t the most powerful Snow Wolf, and was even a physically weak cub, he managed the tribe in an orderly manner, completely overturning their initial perception.

Currently, the majority of beastmen still lived backward lives. This was also the reason why the beastmen of the Golden Kingdom started a war to establish a nation.

If the Horned Goat tribe didn’t join the Golden Kingdom, they also didn’t agree with that method. In their hearts, the beastmen of the Golden Kingdom had betrayed their ancestors and chased after the human way of life; they were no longer worthy of being beastmen.

Therefore, even if life in the kingdom was richer, the Horned Goat people still looked down on it.

The Hadu tribe was different.

From the day he arrived here, Akha constantly changed his thinking: it turned out beastmen could live like this, and Dwarves could also do so many things that beastmen couldn’t.

Looking back at himself, falling into confusion after losing his mother and not knowing what to do, Akha felt even more ashamed seeing Eric full of energy every day, busy for the tribe.