Chapter 87: Chapter 086 There is a mountain in the distance, and there is a cave on the mountain
From a distance, the continuous explosions could be heard. Pandora, in the forest, lifted her head towards the direction of the sounds, but her view was blocked by numerous trees, and she couldn’t see anything.
She knew that a fierce battle was raging far away. She wanted to go and have a look; she wanted to help, but she couldn’t because… Richard wouldn’t let her. Richard told her to patiently wait after she had finished all the tasks he had assigned and not to interfere.
Was she interfering? How could she be interfering?
Pandora thought unhappily, pouting her lips. In the next moment, she reached out and rubbed the boar’s stiff bristles vigorously.
At that moment, the wild boar lay beside her, having attacked the werewolf three times during the previous assault. Although it hadn’t inflicted significant damage on the werewolf, it had exerted a great deal of effort. The cost of this was a distinct bending to one side of its nose.
The wild boar grunted, its nose indeed painful, but it felt proud inside, for it had made a “significant contribution” and it was a heroic wild boar surely deserving of Pandora’s massage.
Yes, just like that, right, continue, press harder.
While the wild boar was enjoying its massage, Pandora suddenly stopped, because the explosions and booming sounds from a distance had abruptly ceased.
The noisy forest suddenly fell silent, a silence that was somewhat frightening.
Could Richard have been killed?
A thought arose in Pandora’s mind, and her body trembled slightly.
The wild boar lying beside her looked at Pandora in surprise. In the next moment, it cocked its head and pleasingly stuck out its tongue to lick Pandora’s hand. Unlike previously when it was beaten up, this time Pandora didn’t move and let the wild boar lick her with its tongue.
The wild boar was eagerly licking when suddenly it felt lighter; it was being lifted up.
The wild boar was shocked.
It couldn’t be… it couldn’t be pretending to let go before, only to now throw it out and kill it, right? It was a heroic… wild boar! You can’t treat a hero… a wild boar !
While it was thinking, the wild boar felt a tightness around its body. Looking back, it was being held in Pandora’s arms.
The wild boar didn’t know why, but it felt like it could distinctly sense Pandora’s feelings at this moment, a kind of loneliness, or perhaps fear of loneliness.
The wild boar instinctively snuggled closer into Pandora’s embrace and settled down, trying to comfort Pandora in this way.
At this moment, the wild boar thought: Mmm, so comfortable, mmm, so warm.
Further away, in a clearing in the forest.
The ground was full of pits and depressions, covered with traces of being scorched, frozen, electrically shocked, acid corroded, and wind-torn, a complete mess.
Among these, roughly one-tenth were caused by Richard using magic and the Magic Rune White Jade. The remaining nine-tenths were the handiwork of the Mysterious Wizard.
At this time, the Mysterious Wizard, having transformed back from a werewolf into a human form, looked no different than when in his werewolf form, with blood-red eyes glaring directly at Richard.
A hoarse shout emitted from his throat, and listening closely, one could barely make out the repeated words: “Die… die… die!”
Richard stood at the edge of the clearing, one hand covering his shoulder, blood continuously streaming out, caused by a wooden stake used by the Mysterious Wizard. In addition, his whole body was covered in a layer of frost, as if he had just stepped out of a freezer, the result of the Ice Mist unleashed by the Mysterious Wizard.
At that moment, Richard felt an extreme chill throughout his body, his joints and muscles were exceedingly stiff, and his skin suffered varying degrees of frostbite. It was only because of the “Bai Ting Boiling Blood Technique” at work that he could still move normally.
It was important to realize that this was merely the residual effect of the Mysterious Wizard’s magic, and a direct hit would have undoubtedly frozen him solid.
It had to be said, the strength of wizards was formidable, almost irresistible.
In fact, Richard had never intended to confront directly. All his tactics consisted of dodging and ambushing, and he had never truly fought a round against the Mysterious Wizard. After all, even then, he was already severely injured, and a heated confrontation would likely have obliterated him immediately.
At that moment, the Mysterious Wizard might have been angry or lost his rationale, perhaps even his alertness was dulled, but that did not mean he was easy to deal with.
Richard looked at the Mysterious Wizard and saw his cloak was covered in dust and scorched marks. The wizard seemed disheveled, but only sustained some minor injuries at most, hardly serious.
To seriously wound or even kill him seemed like an impossible task.
Richard’s expression remained calm as he watched the wizard, whose anger reached its peak, rationale at its lowest, alertness numbed to the extreme, simply wanting to mechanically slaughter him. Richard took a deep breath.
He raised his hand, cast a “Flame Impact” toward his adversary, put the whistle in his mouth, blew it forcefully, and started running towards the distance.
The Mysterious Wizard, eyes blood-red, rushed out, chasing after Richard.
At that moment, the gray sky seemed to sense something, as snowflakes began to fall, scattering generously upon the earth…
In the distance, there was a mountain, and on the mountain, a cave.
The Mysterious Wizard, with his eyes blood-red, trampling on the snowflakes, rushed forward, clearly hearing the “tweet tweet” sound of the whistle, and thus kept pursuing relentlessly.
One hundred meters, two hundred meters, three hundred meters…
The Mysterious Wizard caught up to the mountain and mid-slope, then noticed the whistle’s sound suddenly stopped.
It wasn’t that it stopped, but it had become faint.
The Mysterious Wizard paused briefly, lifting his head to look ahead and saw clear footprints extending forward, into a hole in a rock wall, or rather a man-made tunnel.
The much weakened whistle sound was coming from the tunnel.
Was he trying to hide?
Still blowing the whistle?
You’ve exposed yourself!
I’m going to kill you!
One thought after another uncontrollably sprang from the mind of the Mysterious Wizard. At this point, he was utterly unable to control his thoughts, feeling as though he had finally found an opportunity to completely kill the “rabbit” he had been chasing, thus without any hesitation, he charged into the tunnel without any caution.
The tunnel was narrow and long, yet the Mysterious Wizard thought of nothing else but charged straight to its deepest part, following the sound of the whistle, passing through the crumbling supports, into a secret chamber at the end of the tunnel.
Inside the chamber was an altar, the surface of which was carved with many Magic Runes, but at this time, they had been destroyed, losing their original function.
Replacing them were two pieces of White Jade Plate on top, one on each side, serving some role, controlling the airflow.
Because of the airflow, a whistle floated about ten centimeters above the two White Jade Plates.