As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard gate, Eric found Arthur squatting there like a mushroom. He asked curiously:
"What are you squatting here for? I’m not cooking anything right now."
Arthur’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw him come out. He quickly stood up and replied:
"They wouldn’t let me in, saying they were afraid of disturbing your rest. I was also afraid you wouldn’t sleep well, so I waited for you here."
The foolish guy scratched his head: "I carried all the dough you hadn’t finished into the warehouse, and the baked cakes too. I didn’t steal any food."
Arthur pointed towards the warehouse.
Eric chuckled inwardly; this guy was quite observant:
"Alright, if you want to eat the baked cakes, go ahead. As for the dough, we’ll deal with it after I finish my business. Oh right, I have to thank you for helping me today."
Regardless of this person’s background, his kindness towards Eric was real. Earlier, outside the battle circle, Eric told Arthur to leave first, but he still rushed in and opened a bloody path for him, allowing Eric to successfully find the position of the Snow Wolf people.
Arthur grinned broadly, but then hesitated for a moment. He shook his head and said:
"I’ll go with you, just in case those hateful Elves hurt you again."
"It’s fine. Looking at their condition, they won’t be able to get up for ten days or half a month."
Not to mention the most heavily injured one, the other Elves were not much better off. They had consumed far more energy than Eric, and perhaps even damaged their mental strength, so they wouldn’t recover immediately.
But the fact that Arthur could say such things surprised Eric greatly. He tilted his head and looked at the other person:
"Strange, don’t you usually get excited at the mention of food? Why aren’t you in a hurry to eat today?"
Arthur’s handsome, exquisite face flushed red. He mumbled softly, not daring to look straight into Eric’s eyes: "I’m not that gluttonous..."
"Hahaha! Are you telling a joke?"
Eric held his belly and laughed convulsively. A certified glutton daring to say he wasn’t that gluttonous—it was just too funny!
He held his stomach and laughed for a long time, laughing until his guts hurt.
Arthur looked at him annoyedly, stomped his foot, and walked straight towards the warehouse.
"I knew you couldn’t stay away from food. Your eyes were shining like headlights when baking the cakes. Go eat quickly," Eric didn’t forget to tease his back.
Considering this guy helped a lot today, even if he ate the whole batch of baked cakes, Eric didn’t intend to get angry at him.
...
Following the scent of Elf blood, Eric approached and discovered that these people had been temporarily placed in a tent next to the Ox-Head tribe.
He thought they would be thrown out onto the empty ground. It seemed that although the people in the tribe hated Elves, they were still very kind-hearted.
Balu’s booming voice came from afar:
"Oh heavens, no matter how angry we are, we have to treat them. If they really die, wouldn’t that bring trouble to the Hadu tribe! I know they started it, but we can’t beat people to death. Do you guys not want to farm anymore?"
Eric was speechless; Balu really knew how to grasp the main point. Perhaps the reason the Ox-Head tribe didn’t like getting involved in disputes was this.
Fighting affects their farming?
Without thinking much, he lifted the tent flap and walked in.
In the spacious tent, many people from the Snow Wolf tribe, Dwarf tribe, and Ox-Head tribe were standing. In the middle lay a dozen Elves scattered like cargo, with Balu, Kiet, Thomas, and others beside them.
This battle had alerted all the tribes; no wonder Eric hadn’t seen a soul on the way.
Thomas was explaining helplessly:
"It’s not that we intentionally aren’t treating them. We Snow Wolf people have the ability to self-heal; we only go pick spiritual herbs when seriously injured. Evan knows healing magic but hasn’t returned yet, and we haven’t gathered spiritual herbs in time. I’ll look later to see if there are any left over from last time."
Max and the other warriors stood silently aside, having absolutely no intention of going to find Evan.
The Ox-Head tribe also knew that the Snow Wolf people had lost quite a few tribesmen at the hands of the Elves, so it wasn’t appropriate to say much. They could only sigh helplessly together.
Michael smiled and comforted the two: "The Elf tribe is very resilient; they won’t die that easily. No need to care about them."
Among the Elves, a few who were conscious felt extremely humiliated hearing these words, but their bodies couldn’t move. They could only glare hatefully at the beastmen.
Eric quietly walked into the middle. His tribesmen were always good at making enemies.
"Little Eric is awake? Feeling any better?" Michael was talking when he glanced over and saw Eric, asking with a smile.
"I feel much better after sleeping. I think Chief Balu is right; we can’t let the Elves die here. We don’t want to invite more trouble," Eric said.
Kevin snorted coldly towards the group of Elves, acting quite like Anna, but he knew Eric was right, so he held back and didn’t retort.
Michael scratched his ear, feeling that this cold snort from Kevin was strangely familiar.
Max held Eric’s hand, looking down worriedly asking: "Your magic?"
"It’s fine. My magic recovers very fast now, not as uncomfortable as before. I can still cast healing magic a few times," Eric looked up and smiled.
Actually, he had not only learned a high-level magic called Natural Guardians from Evan but also a high-level healing magic.
It was just that his current magical power wasn’t enough to cast it. Moreover, he didn’t want to use it on the Elves; throwing a few intermediate spells for them to recover on their own was enough.
Since that was the case, the others naturally distinguished the severity of the matter. Although their expressions were not good, no one stepped forward to stop him.
Intermediate magic could be cast without chanting.
Eric looked at the most heavily injured Elf. With a thought, several large green leaves, lifelike and vivid, covered the Elf’s wound. Immediately, the wound that had nearly torn the body apart stopped bleeding and even healed somewhat.
That Elf’s complexion also improved greatly, no longer deathly pale.
The conscious Elves, whose brows were tightly furrowed, relaxed a little, and even their gaze towards Eric became milder.
"Let me tell you, you are completely in the wrong, yet you call yourselves the oldest civilized race. Suddenly running into our territory looking for some prince, and even destroying the field we poured our sweat and effort into reclaiming!"
The more Eric thought about it, the angrier he got, speaking up to scold the group of Elves.
The Elves looked at each other. Being criticized by a beastman cub like this, those who valued face the most were naturally extremely ashamed, only they were still gagged so they couldn’t speak.
Moreover, even if they could open their mouths, they couldn’t refute it. Originally, their team came here to find the Du tribe to collect taxes. Who would have expected to detect strong fluctuations of nature magic nearby?
On the Dream Continent, places with nature magic fluctuations were naturally used by Elves. Even among humans, those with an affinity for natural elements were extremely rare. That was why they misunderstood...
Who would have thought a cub of the Snow Wolf tribe would know how to use nature magic!
The Elves were half-crying, half-laughing.
Heaven knows how happy they were when they saw those two familiar Natural Guardians, thinking it was a companion who still had strength.
At that time, they all thought to themselves that everyone’s level was about the same. When everyone was exhausted, how could someone cast such high-level magic?
Thinking back now, the two Natural Guardians appeared too familiarly, which was why they were off guard. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been captured so quickly.
The few conscious Elves couldn’t help but look Eric up and down. No matter how they looked, the other party was a purebred cub of the Snow Wolf tribe.
They couldn’t figure it out. Even in the thousands of years of the Elf tribe’s life, they had never seen a beastman who knew how to use magic, and it was the nature magic of their own Elf tribe!