Chapter 88 - Rabbits in Danger!

On the altar, two Magic Rune White Jade Plates controlled the air, which continuously flowed into the Whistle. After entering the Whistle’s resonance chamber, the air vibrated rapidly before flowing out, producing the sound “toot toot.”“toot toot——toot toot——”

The Mysterious Wizard rushed forward, grabbed the Whistle, and with a slight effort, crushed it directly, then he realized he might have missed something.

No, that’s not right!

The Whistle stopped sounding, but where had the “rabbit” gone?

The Mysterious Wizard, with eyes red, scanned his surroundings and found nothing, thoughts uncontrollably leaping into his mind.

The damn “rabbit” must be right here!

But he had hidden himself!

He must be found!

He must be killed!

Kill him!

Then, at that moment, a flash of fire passed by at the entrance of the corridor, followed quickly along a hidden fuse, spreading throughout the entire corridor and secret chambers’ drilled holes.

Inside these holes were Liquid Oxygen Explosives, some crafted by Spells, others made from Magic Rune White Jade Plates. They had quietly waited, appearing harmless, until this moment when they fully erupted.

The Mysterious Wizard’s eyes still bloodshot, the very next moment, the whole corridor and secret chambers violently shook and thunderously collapsed.

The Mysterious Wizard turned his head instinctively, somewhat slow and puzzled, but too numb to even use a protective Spell, felt a darkness before his eyes and a heaviness in his body as an irresistible force overwhelmed him and pressed him to the ground.

“Boom boom boom,” more stones fell, burying him solidly, entombed deep within the mountain.

Below the mountain, Richard quietly watched. He observed the entire mountain shake violently, large stones tumbling down, making the mountain seem shorter, filling up the corridors and secret chambers carved out from within.

Suddenly the whole world quieted, as if it had always been this quiet.

The fourth stage of the plan had ended, and with it, everything else.

From the beginning, provoking and wearing down the Mysterious Wizard was in preparation for this final attack. All preparations ensured the Wizard’s maximum anger and loss of reason, then entering the corridor unguarded. The drill holes in the corridor, some pre-planned, some hastily made recently, were filled with Liquid Oxygen Explosives, ready to completely bury the Mysterious Wizard within the mountain at the right moment.

This was the only chance to kill him.

Richard was unclear on the full extent of the Mysterious Wizard’s power, but it was definitely very strong, stronger than Gregory. Therefore, no matter what, even with all his effort, it was very difficult to kill the opponent in direct combat. Only this method could ensure burying the opponent.

This was also the safest, most reliable method, and probably one which the Mysterious Wizard had never anticipated.

“‘Rabbit,’ huh?” Richard looked at the quiet mountain and muttered, “Calling me ‘rabbit,’ do you think I am weak? Perhaps, but haven’t you heard the saying, rabbits may be weak, but they are also very dangerous.”

The red eyes of the rabbit symbolize anger, the long ears suggest alertness, and the three-part mouth indicates left, right, and forward—no way back. Its short tail symbolizes pessimism while its long legs, though not suited for running, suggest an alternate approach to tasks, and its short forelimbs indicate caution. Its soft fur portrays a mastery in disguise and the long teeth, a last resort.

The rabbit possesses all the traits of an antisocial criminal—not acting until absolutely necessary, but when it does, it strikes like thunder. Capable of crossing rivers, scaling mountains, and hiding in snowy terrain or tunnels, it attacks suddenly amidst blizzards and deep night, unexpectedly assaulting the white-headed eagle in a fraction of a moment, leaving no room for defense.

Wild beasts are fierce, but the most dangerous creature in the Dark Forest is not the tremendous bears, the cruel white-headed eagles, nor the robust John Buffalo, but… the rabbit.”

Richard muttered to himself, then shook his head. The things he said couldn’t be understood by the dead Mysterious Wizard, let alone the living ones. In fact, much of what he said couldn’t be understood by anyone in this world. But since that was the case, what harm was there in speaking them? Must he really keep everything bottled up inside?

Sighing softly, he looked up at the sky and saw the snow falling heavier, as if to cloak the whole world in white. So peacefully white, solemnly white, like a global funeral.

Was it a funeral for the Mysterious Wizard? Or perhaps for Gregory?

Richard pondered for a moment, then took out his whistle and blew a slightly different tune toward the direction behind him.

“Toot—toot—toot toot toot! Toot—toot—toot toot toot!”

Soon, Pandora, clad in purple, approached from within the snowstorm, with a wild boar snorting behind her.

On reaching Richard’s side and looking at the now smaller mountain, Pandora took a long time before finally asking, “Dead?”

“Not sure yet,” Richard replied, looking at the mountain, “though indeed there shouldn’t be any possibility of survival. Yet nothing is absolute, we need time to prove it.”

“How long should we wait?” Pandora asked again after a long hesitation, with a furrowed brow.

“A very long time,” Richard responded.

Pandora: “Scary—”

Wild boar: “Snort snort.”

Under hypoxic conditions, the brain dies 6 minutes later, the cerebellum 10 minutes later, and the brain stem 20 minutes later.

With severe injuries and arterial ruptures, a human’s blood will drain within 30 minutes and die before completely bleeding out.

Without any water intake, a human will die after 72 hours due to severe dehydration.

Without any food intake, a human will die after 168 hours due to malnutrition and multiple organ failure.

However, for a Mysterious Wizard buried in the mountain, lacking oxygen, severely injured, without water, and without food, the time Richard waited to confirm his death was… half a month.

When faced with unmanageable dangers, Richard was always very patient, or rather, very cautious.

It wasn’t until half a month later, when the Mysterious Wizard hadn’t emerged from the mountain, that Richard finally confirmed his death. Then, it took almost the same amount of time to drill into another rock face of the mountain to excavate the Mysterious Wizard’s body.

Thus, from the Mysterious Wizard entering the mountain to leaving it, a full month passed. During this time, it had snowed twice—once heavily and another time equally intensely. Pandora cried twice, once making no sound and shedding no tears, and another time also without sound or tears, just blankly staring in front of Gregory’s grave, her eyes turning red.

Yes, Gregory was buried that day, right at the location of the Little Mountain Dragon Cave. And the body considered