I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 451: The Unexpected Reunion

"I know the location of Dragon Island, but never mind you all, even I have no way to enter Dragon Island to bring Eric back. Wait for me to go beg Father and the elders in the clan; no matter the cost, we must snatch him back from the Dragon race." Evan spoke with a determined gaze.

Fanta and the other Elves were astonished, wanting to advise against it but not knowing what to say.

Even Mirinda looked at his younger brother helplessly, tacitly agreeing with his actions.

Every Elf knew what handing over a symbiotic leaf to someone else represented, so persuasion was fundamentally useless.

"Both your teleportation magic and mine have been used; using it again requires a lot of time. Running from here to the Royal Court will only delay things further," Mirinda said.

At this moment, Max stepped forward, attracting the gaze of the two Elves:

"In our tribe, there is someone who knows space magic. As long as he knows the location of Dragon Island, he can drop an anchor and teleport me to Dragon Island. Once Eric is found, we can return via space magic."

Evan was stunned, followed by a burst of joy. He didn’t even have time to ask how the Hadu tribe had someone who knew space magic, saying happily:

"That is wonderful. Space magic is very rare; it seems heaven has not blocked our path. I will go with you, as long as we can bring Eric back."

The Dragon race wouldn’t dare to truly do anything to him. If they actually touched him, the foundation of the Elf race built over tens of thousands of years would be enough to deal a devastating blow to the Dragon race.

"When leaving, Henry put a mark on us. As long as we meet an Elf, we just need to crush this, and he will teleport here via magic," Grass added.

She took out the teleportation stone that Henry had given them before leaving.

Evan couldn’t hide his excitement, and he looked at Max, seeing determination in Max’s eyes.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to stabilize his emotions: "The sooner the better, let’s start now."

Mirinda took a step back, took out a scroll, and sent a message to the Elf Royal Court.

His younger brother had always been steady, but this time he was so hasty because of his feelings, even wanting to adventure to Dragon Island with Beastmen.

Although the Dragon race wouldn’t easily tear up their relationship with the Elf race, if some dragon who didn’t know the severity of the situation actually hurt his brother, they wouldn’t be able to help. Space magic teleportation had a limit on the number of people, and teleporting to the Dragon race consumed double the mana.

The most important symbiotic leaf of the Elf race had been given to a Beastman; his brother definitely had deep feelings for that Snow Wolf he had never met. Mirinda wouldn’t stop him, but he had to inform their parents to prepare for a rescue.

On this side, the teleportation stone had been crushed by Grass, immediately exploding into a blinding area of white light.

The Beastmen and Elves present all turned their backs; this light was too dazzling, making it impossible to look directly at it.

Not long after, in the silence, a loud clamor suddenly rang out.

"Good heavens, is that guy Moon secretly taking revenge? He definitely hates that I annoyed him! Why is it so dizzying! Ugh!"

"It’s also my first time using a teleportation formation. If you’re too dizzy, let me hold you; it will feel a bit better."

"No need, no need, ugh!"

The white light faded a little. Recognizing the voices within, Evan and Max rushed forward together.

In the center of the light stood four people: Henry and his subordinate looking bewildered, and Arthur, who was about to bend down to help Eric up...

Eric slowly calmed down, escaping the spinning dizziness and the nausea akin to carsickness. He dodged Arthur’s outstretched hand, trying to stand up straight.

He didn’t know what godforsaken place Moon had sent them to. Moon said he had only been to the Elf race, so he could only teleport them to the Elf territory, at most dropping them a bit on the outskirts.

When leaving, Eric had given the symbiotic leaf Evan gave him to Michael, so he didn’t have the token on him now. If they really met Elves, it might cause trouble, so it was better to slip away quickly.

Just as he intended to leave quickly, a suppressed call suddenly rang in his ears:

"Eric!"

"Eric!"

Why were these two voices so familiar?

It couldn’t be that coincidental, and moreover, these two people had no reason to be here. Eric began to suspect if he was hallucinating from missing them too much.

The worry on Arthur’s face was replaced by coldness and vigilance as he looked ahead expressionlessly.

The white light of the double teleportation gradually dissipated. Eric looked towards the source of the sound; unexpectedly, it really was Max and Evan.

His eye sockets involuntarily reddened. The worry and anger suppressed in his heart these past few days, the difficulty of finally leaving only to be blocked by the Dragon King - all these things turned into deep grievance.

"Max, Evan, it’s really you two. I thought I was dreaming."

He shot forward like a cannonball, jumping straight into Max’s arms.

Not only did he not dare to believe it, but Max also didn’t dare to believe the person in his arms was his little mate. Just now, they had clearly crushed the teleportation stone Henry gave them, and suddenly hearing Eric’s voice, he also thought he was dreaming.

It wasn’t until he held the real person in his arms that Max believed Eric had truly returned. His arms tightened and tightened again; he lowered his head and buried it in his mate’s neck, greedily inhaling his scent.

"My Eric, you’re really back." His voice was hoarse.

Since birth, his talent had been the most formidable in the tribe. Max unlocked his beast origin power early; even as a cub, he could fight low-level magical beasts alone.

Later, he smoothly became the strongest warrior of the Thomas tribe. Snow Wolf tribes in the surrounding area had warriors who heard of his fame and came to challenge him, but without exception, he won against them all.

For so many years, the only variable that appeared in his life was this child. From the moment Eric appeared in this body, Max’s gaze began to linger on him for a long time.

Previously, his father regarded him as the successor to the chief position to nurture, and he also regarded taking care of the tribe members as his most important responsibility. But after this child arrived, the wisdom he displayed and the plans for the tribe made Max unable not to be moved.

When he had sunk deep into feelings he couldn’t extricate himself from, hoping to live with Eric for a lifetime and lead the tribe together, the appearance of the Dragon race made Max realize his own weakness.

His past pride shattered into pieces at that moment; witnessing his mate being taken away made him suffer every minute and second.

On the way to the Elf race, he didn’t have a moment of peace. As long as he sat still, his mind would start replaying the moments spent with his mate, and his heart would start to ache.

Now, with his mate in his arms, the longing and suffering of these days melted away in an instant like snow under the summer sun, leaving only peace of mind.

Eric wiped away the tears silently flowing onto Max, trying not to be discovered, otherwise, it would be too embarrassing.

He didn’t expect to meet Max so quickly after teleporting; he thought he would have to find his way for half a day to return to the Hadu tribe.

Wait, wasn’t he thrown to the Elf territory by Moon? Right, he just saw Evan too!

Thinking of this, Evan wasn’t a hallucination either. He abruptly lifted his head from Max’s embrace. His waist was held too tightly by Max’s arms to escape, so he could only move his neck.

Beside them was indeed Evan, his expression complex, but still as handsome as ever.