Free Web NovelA moist, cold wind, carrying a hint of vine fragrance, quietly slipped in through the valley entrance.
Large sections of blackout cloth cast a deep shadow, and a streak of frosty white quietly spread across the grey rock ground.
“These few have grown a bit taller,” Mick said, squatting beside the trellis, his fingertip gently touching a newly unfurled leaf.
“They have strong vitality,” Louis said indifferently from behind him, his gaze fixed on the soft yet taut stems and vines.
This was a “Magical Shady Garden” specifically designed for cultivating magical plants.
The soil was mixed with “magma essence soil” refined by Silco, which could maintain magical activity.
And above the garden, cold light crystal cloth was hung to simulate the low temperature and light conditions of the Northern Territory’s shadowy cliffs.
To everyone’s surprise, the new seedlings adapted well; not only did they not wither, but a few tendrils even sprouted, gently coiling around the guardrail, as if exploring their new home.
But not all Frostleaf Vines were so lucky.
The old vines, with yellowing leaf veins and ancient age, even when carefully transplanted, still had their roots snap and vines wither the moment they were moved from the ground, quickly losing their vitality.
“This pile is beyond saving,” Mick said, shaking his head regretfully, “The roots are all rotted into mush.”
“Don’t throw them away,” Louis said casually, “Send them all to Silco.”
“Understood,” Mick nodded and was about to turn around when he suddenly looked back.
“Oh, by the way, Lord, would you like to see the Frost Blood Red Berry? They’re growing well.”
Louis was somewhat pleased to hear the name and nodded slightly: “Lead the way.”
They passed through the trellis and walked towards another greenhouse.
The air was noticeably warmer, and the ground was covered with a layer of light purple special soil, emitting a faint warmth.
Several short, purplish-red plants stood quietly, their leaf edges faintly reddish.
“These are the Frost Blood Red Berries,” Mick said, bending down and carefully lifting a corner of the insulation cloth, his voice tinged with excitement. “They were planted seven months ago and are now in their seedling growth phase.”
Louis squatted down, his fingertips lightly touching a leaf. A warm magical fluctuation emanated a hint of wildness, yet also carried some untamed potential.
“Not bad,” he murmured.
“If the environment remains stable, they will bear fruit within three to five months,” Mick said with a smile.
Frost Blood Red Berry.
This was precisely the miscellaneous seed that Louis had acquired at a low price through the “Daily Intelligence System” back then.
Now they were almost ready to bear fruit, and soon, fruits that could enhance a Knight’s fighting qi would be produced in bulk.
“Very good, keep an eye on them.”
“Understood!” Mick straightened his back, his face beaming with unconcealed pride.
The Frostleaf Vine potion didn’t take Silco long.
The next afternoon, he presented a blue-glowing glass bottle to Louis with a relaxed expression: “My Lord, the potion is ready.”
“That fast?” Louis took the potion, his eyebrows slightly raised.
The bottle was sealed with alchemical glass, and inside was a viscous, light blue liquid.
When gently shaken, fine cold mist seeped from the bottle mouth, carrying a faint scent of mixed grass and mint, interspersed with a subtle, icy magical fluctuation.
Louis gazed at it for a few seconds, then murmured: “The scent is very light, not irritating. The temperature is lower than the air, so it should have a short-term cooling effect. Can it cause agitated magical beasts to slowly cool down?”
“You’ve understood it pretty well,” Silco said, spreading his hands, then suddenly narrowed his eyes and asked, “So what will you use as a test subject? It can’t be the Snow River Mad Bulls, can it? These won’t be enough.”
“Of course not.” Louis paused, then uttered three words: “Rampage Rabbit.”
“Rampage Rabbit?” Silco raised an eyebrow when he heard the term. “Hmm—that’s indeed a suitable subject. It’s stimulating enough, the reaction is intense enough, and the feedback will be very clear.”
The Rampage Rabbit was the most “illogical” magical beast in the Northern Territory.
It was small, with furry ears, and when it squatted, it looked like some kind of cute snow mascot.
But as long as you made a sudden movement within three meters of it—
Like sneezing, picking up a stone, or even just having a slightly fierce gaze—it would instantly swell!
The reddish-platinum spine on its back would ignite with a “sizzle” like a fuse, and the next second—
“!!”
The entire rabbit would explode into a cloud of blood mist, then blow you up so badly your own mother wouldn’t recognize you.
This was no exaggeration; even an Elite Knight in armor, without activating their fighting qi, could still be blown into a pile of armor parts.
Louis added: “Moreover, once we can control these things, we can selectively collect the ‘Red Platinum Magic Crystals’ from them.”
“Once these magic crystals are combined with the explosive effect of the magma essence, ha, it’s unimaginable.”
Silco’s eyes lit up: “Red Platinum Magic Crystal—magma essence—if we add a small amount of Flaming Blossom crystal.
No, no, the stability isn’t enough yet, but if we can cool the outer shell first, allowing the core to detonate one second later—
Ever since the successful trial of the “Ice and Fire Double Heaven” bomb, his hobby seemed to have been strangely influenced by Louis.
His greatest interest in his daily life was to hide in his workshop, mixing various magic crystals and magma essence to try and create Magic Bombs with different attributes and ranges.
Explosion, is art!
“Red Platinum Magic Crystal—” Silco murmured, his eyes almost glowing, “That kind of magic crystal has extremely high purity and its own explosive properties. Combined with magma essence and oil, it’s a perfect match. It’s even more versatile than the Ice Armor Bear’s magic crystals. Although the power might be much less, the advantage is that once the Rampage Rabbit is tamed, we can obtain them in unlimited quantities!”
He recalled the “Ice and Fire Double Heaven” Magic Bomb that had already been used, and a hint of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.
That explosion still replayed in his dreams. freewёbnoνel.com
Unfortunately, after those few bombs were used up, there were no more materials. Since then, he hadn’t even been able to create a decent explosion.
But now—now it was different.
“If we can stably tame the Rampage Rabbits, it’s equivalent to controlling a magic crystal mine that grows,” Silco licked his lips.
Then Silco and Louis exchanged a smile.
That was the tacit understanding between devotees of demolition.
If this plan succeeded, Red Tide Territory might become the most dangerous lord’s territory in the entire Northern Territory.
As for the question of “where to catch Rampage Rabbits,” it might be a problem for others, but for Louis—it was no big deal at all.
Much earlier, the Daily Intelligence System had already sent him a notification.
“A large group of ‘Rampage Rabbits’ is active in the woodlands southwest of Red Tide Territory, numbering over 100.”
At that time, he had just entered winter, with a mess on all sides. Let alone hunting magical beasts, even feeding his people was a problem, so this intelligence was naturally tagged as “pending” and set aside.
But now, the Frostleaf Vine reagent was initially formed, and the team was also ready.
“It’s time to act,” Louis stroked his chin.
Deep in the forest, magical mist swirled, and the team held their breath, waiting for their prey to arrive.
Louis waved his hand: “Begin the operation!”
The Knights immediately scattered the bait grass at the designated array points, and the sweet scent quickly spread, as if summoning trouble.
The Rampage Rabbit arrived.
It was small, with its ears standing straight, but no one would be deceived by its appearance.
That deep red spinal pattern was like a thundercloud before a downpour; once triggered, it would detonate this powerful natural bomb.
Everyone present involuntarily held their breath.
Lambert carefully adjusted the distillation device, ensuring the potion nozzle was aimed in the intended direction.
Behind him, three Elite Knights had deployed at their preset positions, each holding a crude large net, their expressions focused.
Normally, Elite Knights were used to decide battles on the battlefield.
But Louis always made them do strange things, though they had grown accustomed to it.
“Click.”
The moment the device started, an almost imperceptible sound was heard, and a wisp of transparent mist was slowly released by the distiller, quietly spreading in the wind.
That was the soothing potion extracted from Frostleaf Vine.
Colorless and non-toxic, yet it carried a scent like fresh snow as it drifted in the air.
Faint, cool, like the whispers of forest spirits, gently caressing the skin, or like playing a lullaby for tense nerves.
The Rampage Rabbit’s movements indeed slowed down.
Its previously tensed hind legs relaxed slightly, and its ears no longer leaned forward in alert, but instead twitched gently twice.
The reddish glow in its eyes seemed to dissipate somewhat, and it even lay down on the spot, scratching its nose with its front paws, looking sleepy.
“Now,” Lambert whispered.
The net-wielding Knight’s steps sank, and he suddenly leaped out! The net cut through the air, covering its target with precise accuracy!
“Thwack!”
The rabbit was caught in the net! Success—?
No.
The next second, the red platinum pattern on the rabbit’s back suddenly lit up, like a spark thrown into an oil pan.
Its body swelled and writhed, as if about to explode into a fireball of flesh and blood!
The air seemed to freeze at that moment.
“Retreat quickly!” Lambert roared, and everyone rolled away in all directions to dodge.
“Boom!!”
Amidst the loud bang, an explosion erupted on the spot.
That seemingly harmless little rabbit turned into a rolling cloud of blood mist and shattered bones, cracking a nearby rock.
Fortunately, everyone evacuated in time, and no one was injured.
Only a lingering smell of scorching remained in the air, reminding them that this was not a game.
Behind a distant rock, Silco brushed off the dust from his body while scribbling notes in his notebook:
“Potion effective, delayed self-detonation time by approximately 1.02 seconds, reaching initial expected standard. Atomization concentration still needs to be increased, release speed slightly slow. Recommend adjusting potion specific gravity.”
The second operation took place that afternoon.
This time, the potion was re-proportioned, and the extraction concentration of Frostleaf Vine was increased by a full thirty percent.
For this, Silco almost drained the large pot in the alchemy workshop, and even a set of distillers was burnt out.
“This time, even the rabbits should be sleeping and dreaming,” he said, patting Louis’s shoulder confidently.
The operation procedure was almost identical to the first, except the spray dispenser was positioned closer to the center, the release speed was increased, and it was activated five seconds earlier.
This ensured that the potion had completely covered the surrounding air before the Rampage Rabbit entered the net-capture area.
The Rampage Rabbit appeared again, still in its harmless guise, but this time, everyone looked at it as if it were a ticking time bomb.
The mist quietly diffused, and the familiar “fresh snow scent” once again permeated the air.
The Rampage Rabbit sniffed, its front legs stopped, and its ears twitched gently.
Then, it—sat down.
Quietly, obediently, like a small pet waiting to be fed, completely without the tense, poised-to-explode aura of the last time.
“Catch!”
The net-wielding Knight lunged forward, the net accurately covering the rabbit. This time, there was no explosion, no flash of red light.
The air was remarkably still.
Everyone’s gaze fell on the trapped little creature, only to see it blink sleepily, even letting out a yawn,
As if slightly dazed by the mist.
“Success,” Louis murmured, a smile gracing his lips.
Silco had already pulled out his notebook and scribbled: “No self-detonation reaction, indicating potion effect successfully covered. Target mental state stable, control successful.” freewebnoveℓ.com
The Rampage Rabbit was successfully captured, without exploding into a shower of blood mist or startling the Knights into jumping, and it even yawned sleepily in the net.
Louis stood in the wind, watching the rabbit being placed into a specially made black iron cage, a satisfied smile on his face.
“The Magic Bomb factory plan has finally taken its first step.”
Silco was so excited he spun around twice on the spot: “Next, as long as we breed them in bulk, we’ll have an endless supply of bombs!”
And so, Red Tide Territory’s first “Small Rabbit Taming and Breeding Farm” officially began operation.
It was located in a natural underground rock cave, with meticulously reinforced rock walls, deliberately dimmed lighting, and only a few dim yellow lamps emitting a gentle glow.
And most crucially, in the center of the cave was a small ventilation and distillation device, ticking as it operated, slowly atomizing and diluting the Frostleaf Vine extract and injecting it into the air.
The faint fragrance was almost imperceptible, yet it could quietly permeate the nerves, gently suppressing the Rampage Rabbit’s explosive instinct.
Looking around, one Rampage Rabbit after another nestled in their individual small pens, their ears drooping, their furry bodies curled up into balls,
So quiet they didn’t resemble the legendary “exploding wild magical thunder,” but rather rows of fluffy steamed buns.
Their red platinum patterns on their backs still faintly glowed, but seemed to have lost the impulse to ignite.
“This scent is really something,” Silco murmured, wearing a protective mask as he walked through the passage, recording data. “It’s like covering a pot of gunpowder with a cotton quilt.”
The breeding model had also been established.
One type was “natural selection,” observing the rabbits’ lifespan in a long-term stable environment, waiting for them to die naturally, and then completely extracting the Red Platinum Magic Crystals.
The other type was an emergency method, “active detonation,” inducing self-detonation through specific sound and light stimulation, and then having specialized Knights collect the unbroken magic crystals to make large bombs. “Then I’ll leave it ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ to you, Silco.” Standing by the platform, Louis looked down at the quietly lying Rampage Rabbits.
“Understood!” Silco quickly nodded in agreement.
Who would have thought that one day in the future, it wouldn’t be peak Knights that changed the Northern Territory’s war situation,
But these “exploding rabbits” docilely lying in the Frostleaf mist?
