I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 272: A Fight Has Broken Out

"You really are stupid."

Eric laughed and scolded, grabbing a handful of dry flour from the bag nearby to sprinkle onto Arthur’s hands, and also sprinkled so into the basin.

He squatted down to help Arthur process the dough using dry flour, his silver hair swaying gently in the light breeze:

"If there’s too much water, add flour; if there’s too much flour, add water. But absolutely don’t do like in the stories and make a mountain of dough."

Hearing no response after speaking, Eric looked up and found Arthur staring blankly, lost in thought. Irritated, he poked another white handprint onto Arthur’s forehead:

"I’m talking to you. What are you thinking about?"

Arthur snapped back to reality, panic-stricken, and reached up to touch his forehead, not caring that his hand was still covered in flour, which only added more white powder to his head.

"Why is it so hot? Did you use magic to burn ..." He muttered softly, his eyes unconsciously following Eric.

Giving a silent glare, Eric stood up after helping him: "Done. Watch yourself, and don’t forget to let the yeast rise."

When his hand let go, Arthur stared in confusion at his much cleaner hand, not understanding why he felt a sense of loss in his heart.

Eric was immune to all kinds of weird behaviors from these two people, and ignoring what Arthur was thinking, he continued to busy himself baking cakes with Balu, who was enthusiastically making dough patties on the other side.

In the end, Balu had learned the entire process. Seeing that Eric’s shoulders and arms were uncomfortable, he waved the kid aside to rest while he took charge of baking the rest of the dough alone.

For the Ox-Head tribe, this little bit of work was nothing. Eric was also very relieved; conveniently, he really couldn’t do any more, so he went to the side and sat down lazily.

Balu worked very briskly, and the baked cakes looked presentable. After all, the Ox-Head tribe had a foundation in cooking. Unlike the Snow Wolves who initially burned pots easily when cooking, the Ox-Head tribe learned very easily once they grasped the technique.

It was just that over on the other side, Arthur, who had been clamoring enthusiastically to learn cooking, didn’t know why he started spacing out. He was kneading dough, but his eyes were very unfocused, lost in thought.

It seed that not every big eater had talent like Sam. Eric had wanted to save so effort so he wouldn’t need to prepare an extra portion of food for this big eater in the future, but it seed impossible.

The sun was very warm. Eric leaned against the eaves, feeling a bit drowsy, and began to ditate on nature magic.

Since starting to learn magic, although he was very close to magical elents of many systems, he had no other magic teachers. Evan was a nature mage, so Eric also leaned more toward nature elents.

After sinking into ditation, Eric was surrounded by elents of various systems. Only after seeing that he chose the nature elent again did the other elents unwillingly make room.

The green specks of light of the nature elent surrounded Eric triumphantly, wrapping around his spiritual power, and weaving in and out of his body. Although they couldn’t speak, Eric could sohow sense their joy.

Truly cute. Eric didn’t open his eyes, but after his spiritual power spread out, he could "see" the reactions of these elents and felt incredibly amused.

Even in ditation, the aches in his body remained very clear. As the nature elents passed back and forth, Eric imdiately felt his body beco much lighter.

At this mont, a loud explosion ca from afar.

While Eric was ditating, his five senses, which were already sharper, were startled by this explosion. His spiritual power imdiately spread to the source of the sound, only to discover that a squad of Elves had barged into his territory!

This squad of Elves all wore dark green armor made of leaves. The armor looked fragile, but under the attacks of the Snow Wolves, it only flashed with a faint light, remaining unhard.

Looking at the armor style, one could distinguish that the person with the most complex layers of leaf armor was likely the captain. It was just that no matter how Eric looked at him, he seed familiar...

At this mont, because of the intrusion, the Elf squad was fighting with Max and the other warriors. Wooden arrows carrying sharp arrowheads, clearly made by Dwarves, flew like rain toward the Snow Wolves.

On the flat ground were fields just plowed by the Snow Wolves, but at this mont, clumps of tall plants were sprouting from the ground. If they weren’t giant flowers baring sharp teeth, they were thorny bushes with black spikes, attacking the Snow Wolves alongside the rain of arrows.

Eric was anxious. Just then, the leading Elf seed to see him. The bow and arrow in his hand, carrying majestic spiritual power, whizzed and created an arc of light, shooting straight at Eric’s "face".

Eric was startled, forgetting that he was currently in a spiritual state. Adding to his worry for the warriors, he imdiately opened his eyes and shouted: "Why is there a fight!"

Balu, who was happily flipping flatbreads, was startled, and the spatula almost fell to the ground.

"What’s wrong, what’s wrong? Little Patriarch, did you have a nightmare?" Balu looked around blankly, but after looking for a long ti, he didn’t see anyone fighting.

Eric recalled that the place where the Elves and Snow Wolves were fighting was at the edge of the territory, not actually close to the tribe, so it was normal not to hear the noise.

He was about to open his mouth anxiously when he saw the usually silly Arthur suddenly stand up, looking in a direction with an unprecedentedly serious expression: "There is a very disgusting sll over there."

Arthur’s sensing ability was truly strong... but this wasn’t the ti to marvel at that. Eric hurriedly ran out, briefly saying to Balu:

"This is bad, I’m going ahead. The Elves have run here and are fighting with our warriors!"

Balu was horrified upon hearing this and chased after Eric: "Little Patriarch, are you dreaming? How could the Elves suddenly start a war!"

"No ti to explain to you, they’re really fighting!" Eric complained that his two legs weren’t fast enough, so he transford into the form of a small Snow Wolf, running like the wind on four legs, not forgetting to hold his clothes in his mouth.

Arthur had caught up at so point. Using his two human legs, he easily caught up with Eric, then bent down and scooped him into his arms: "I’ll take you, it’s faster."

Eric looked at Arthur’s chin in surprise. Even though he was still a child, the speed of a Snow Wolf shouldn’t be underestimated. How did this guy catch up? Didn’t he see Balu struggling to chase behind?

Moreover, this guy was holding him, yet his speed didn’t decrease at all. It was truly baffling.