I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 442: Leaving Dragon Island

"Sorry." Arthur’s voice was hoarse as he buried his head in Eric’s shoulder.

Eric casually wiped his mouth a few times.

The emotions accumulated over the past few days were released. Although he was embarrassed about crying, his heart finally felt much more relieved.

"So, will you still take me back to the Hadu tribe?" he asked sadly.

Arthur, still in the crook of his shoulder, didn’t speak but nodded like a squirming worm, transmitting a damp sensation.

Eric was both angry and helpless: "What exactly do you want? What are you crying for? Get up. Since you agreed, take me back quickly. And also, you aren’t allowed to do that in the future."

If it weren’t for the difference in strength, had it been anyone else doing that, Eric would absolutely have knocked their teeth out.

But this was a dragon, and he couldn’t provoke him. His hope of going home relied entirely on Arthur, so he couldn’t even say harsh words, only giving a few warning sentences that didn’t hurt or itch.

Complaining internally, Eric stared gloomily at the rock wall above his head, hoping he could return safely to the tribe, back to Max’s side.

Arthur remained silent for a long time before standing up with red eyes, as if he was the one who had been bullied, making Eric grit his teeth in anger.

In an atmosphere that was both awkward and quiet, Eric threw all the storage items to Arthur, keeping only the black ring. Since he didn’t know he had bound this spatial ring, he could only wait to figure out how to remove the imprint later and return it to Arthur.

Arthur didn’t want to make Eric unhappy anymore. He took the ring containing all his belongings, couldn’t help but rub it firmly in his palm, and then put it away.

He squatted down, signaling Eric to climb onto his back.

"I can just ride Kanude; he flies very fast too." Eric took a few steps back.

Just as he was about to mount Kanude, he heard the big white dog yelp, tuck its tail, and hurriedly run away.

This time Eric had no choice but to stubbornly climb onto Arthur’s back.

"Why don’t you transform into a dragon? Flying like this might be inconvenient, and if other dragons see it, they’ll find it strange," he whispered in Arthur’s ear.

Given what just happened, he didn’t dare to have too tough an attitude, in case he agitated Arthur again.

"It won’t be inconvenient. If other dragons dare to say anything, I’ll beat them up."

A pair of large wings covered in golden scales sprouted from Arthur’s back, carefully avoiding Eric’s position. He flapped them a few times on the spot and then flew into the air.

Helpless, Eric could only let Arthur carry him away like this. The only benefit was that the base of the golden wings was quite easy to hold on to, making it hard to fall off.

"Eric, sorry," Arthur’s voice rang out: "I won’t treat you like that again. I just want to see you happy."

Eric couldn’t describe the feeling in his heart. He tightened his grip with both hands and replied after a while:

"Then you must keep your word. You know, I can’t beat you, so even if you do that, I have no way to stop you."

Arthur rubbed Eric’s hair. Even when Eric ruthlessly swatted his hand away, he didn’t mind and gave a heavy hum of agreement.

The Arthur at this moment began to resemble the Arthur he knew back in the Hadu tribe. Eric felt a slight sense of relief and looked expectantly at the blue sky.

This was great; he could finally return to the Hadu tribe. He didn’t know how the tribe was doing, or about Max’s injuries. That’s right, Arthur said Max was about to condense a beast core; he wondered if he could succeed...

His heart was in turmoil, half expectation, half worry. When he left, he had thrown Evan’s symbiotic leaf to Max. He didn’t know if they had gone to the Elf Clan.

The Elf Forest was very far from the Hadu tribe. If they encountered danger on the way...

"Can we go back via the direction of the Elf Forest?" he asked carefully.

Arthur was a bit puzzled and said hesitantly:

"The Dragon Clan and the Elf Clan are sworn enemies. If I pass through there, the Elves will definitely misunderstand it as an attack. There are many of them; I’m afraid I won’t be able to protect your safety."

It was true; the feud between the Dragon Clan and the Elf Clan was even greater than that between beastmen and Elves.

"Let’s make a detour, try to go towards the Hadu tribe from near the Elf Forest. Is that okay?" Eric asked, not giving up.

Thinking for a moment, Arthur nodded. Although he didn’t know the reason, if Eric wanted to do this, there must be a reason. In short, while protecting Eric’s safety, trying his best to fulfill Eric’s wishes was enough.

"Okay."

...

"How much farther?"

The sun was scorching like fire. For the thick-furred Snow Wolves, traveling in this weather was truly uncomfortable.

Kevin just wanted to stick his tongue out as he walked, asking listlessly.

Thomas, walking in front, turned his head. Seeing Kevin’s state, he couldn’t help but laugh, but he was also dying of heat. Fortunately, there was a stream nearby.

"Max, stop for a moment. Let the warriors rest. It’s too hot, and there aren’t even tall trees here. There happens to be a water source; let’s drink some water and rest for a while."

Max didn’t feel the heat, partly because his strength was different now, and partly because he was extremely anxious, so his physical sensations were ignored.

Looking at the complexions of the clansmen around him, Max sighed in his heart and stopped helplessly:

"Alright then, let’s rest for a while. We’ve been rushing these past few days; everyone is tired."

Even though Michael and Grass were stronger, their bodies truly felt tired. They hadn’t slept for days, eating one meal when hungry and resting incidentally, daring not to delay too much time.

Relaxing now, they went to the stream with the other warriors and splashed water vigorously over their heads.

Several days had passed, but there was still more than half the journey left to the Elf Forest. Max couldn’t suppress his anxiety; he drank a few mouthfuls of water and then went ahead to scout the path.

Michael rested for a moment and looked at Kevin lying sprawled on the ground: "There’s at least half the journey left. In short, we have to speed up."

Kevin rolled over like a dead dog not afraid of the hot ground:

"Sigh, still have to speed up? I’m about to die of exhaustion. I’ve never traveled this far or run this fast. I haven’t even slept these past few days."

Grass kicked him a few times: "Eric is still on Dragon Island. We don’t know what he might encounter, so of course we have to be faster."

Complaints were just complaints; how could Kevin not be worried? "It’s all my fault. Sam reminded me, and I even mocked him for overthinking."

At that time, Grass and Max weren’t there. Sam was worried and only told Kevin his speculation, but Kevin hadn’t thought about these things at all back then.

Thomas said in a deep voice: "This matter doesn’t blame you."

He was also at the tribe at that time. Speaking of which, even he and Luci didn’t notice anything unusual; it was truly a dereliction of duty.

Everyone gathered in a circle, the atmosphere heavy.

A while later, Max dragged a huge magical beast back to make lunch for everyone.

"There’s a forest ahead. I sensed traces of Elf activity inside, only I didn’t find any Elves. It might be the Elf team sent by the Elf King to find Evan operating here."

He pointed ahead and spoke to the warriors.

It had to be said that Max was very disappointed. If they could meet Elves, perhaps they could save a lot of time, as Elves had unique ways of communication.

He didn’t know how Eric was on Dragon Island, if Arthur treated him well, or if any dragons bullied him. Max looked into the distance worriedly.

Seeing his son disappointed, Thomas was also unhappy. He walked over and patted Max’s shoulder, offering silent comfort.

...

Walking for another day, they reached a vast forest. Max once again smelled the scent of the Elf Clan, mixed with the smell of surrounding trees; ordinary beastmen really couldn’t distinguish it.

This time the scent was stronger. It seemed the Elves were either still here or had just left not long ago. Michael and the others also smelled it and immediately perked up.

"Great, it seems we have reached the Elf Clan’s territory. I said this area hasn’t seen any beastman tribes," Thomas said happily.

If they could meet Elves before reaching the Elf Forest, it would be even better; they could find Evan sooner.

But the Elf Clan and beastmen were different. Although they both had territories, the Elf Clan didn’t live by hunting. Only Elf warriors in charge of patrols would frequently come to the areas surrounding their territory for inspection.

Therefore, meeting Elves on their territory also required luck, but the closer they got to the Elf Forest, the greater the possibility.