Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 139: Chapter 135: Explosion Is Art

He recalled the already used “Ice and Fire Two Realms” Magic Explosion Bullet, a trace of nostalgia flitting through his eyes.

That explosion still replayed in his dreams.

Unfortunately, after those few bombs were used up, there were no more materials, and since then, they couldn’t even concoct a decent explosion.

But now… now things were different.

“If we can steadily tame the Furious Rabbit, it’d be like possessing a mine that grows Magic Crystals,” Hillco licked his lips.

Then Hillco and Louis exchanged a knowing smile.

That was the tacit understanding between demolition enthusiasts.

If this plan succeeds, Red Tide Territory might become the most dangerous lord’s domain in the Northern Territory.

As for “where to catch Furious Rabbits,” this question might be troublesome for others, but for Louis… it simply wasn’t an issue.

Long before the Daily Intelligence System, the system had pushed it to him.

[“Furious Rabbits” are actively gathering in large numbers in the southwest woods outside Red Tide Territory, with numbers exceeding 100.”]

At that time, it was the start of winter, chaos was everywhere around him, let alone hunting Magical Beasts, even feeding the residents was a problem, so this intelligence was naturally tagged as “for later” and set aside.

But now, the Frost Leaf Vine reagent had initially taken shape, and the team was ready.

“It’s about time to take action.” Louis stroked his chin.

…

Deep in the woods, magic mist swirled, and the team held their breath, waiting for the prey to arrive.

Louis gave a big wave of his hand: “Begin action!”

The knights immediately scattered bait grass at the set阵 eye positions, its sweet scent quickly spreading, as if calling trouble to come.

The Furious Rabbits arrived.

It was small, with ears standing straight up, but no one would be fooled by this appearance.

That deep red ridge on its back was like thunderclouds before a storm, once triggered, it would ignite this powerful natural explosive.

Everyone present involuntarily held their breath.

Lambert carefully adjusted the distillation device to ensure the potion nozzle was aimed in the predetermined direction.

Behind him, three Elite Knights were positioned at preset points, each holding a roughly made net, their expressions focused.

Elite Knights are usually used to decide wins on battlefields.

But Louis always made them do some odd and unusual things, though they were used to it.

“Click.”

The moment the device activated, an almost inaudible sound was heard, and a wisp of transparent mist was slowly released by the distillator, quietly spreading in the wind.

It was a soothing potion refined from the Frost Leaf Vine.

Colorless and nontoxic, yet it drifted through the air with a scent reminiscent of early snow.

Faint, cool, like the whispers of forest spirits, gently brushing the skin, as if playing a lullaby for the tense nerves.

The Furious Rabbits’ movements, indeed, slowed down.

Their originally tense hind legs relaxed slightly, and their ears no longer leaned forward in alertness but twitched slightly.

The red glow in their eyes seemed to fade a bit, they lay down, scratching their nose with a front paw, looking… sleepy.

“Now.” Lambert muttered.

The knights with the net stepped forward, leaping out with a force! The net cut through the air and covered them accurately!

“Snap!”

The rabbit was caught in one 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 burst into a ball of bloody fire!

The air seemed to solidify at this moment.

“Retreat quickly—!”

Lambert shouted angrily, and everyone rolled aside to evade.

“Boom!!”

With a loud noise, the explosion blasted open in place.

That seemingly harmless little rabbit turned into a swirling mist of blood and bone fragments, blowing cracks in a nearby rock.

Fortunately, everyone evacuated in time, and no one was injured.

However, the air still lingered with a scorched smell, reminding them that this was not a game.

Behind a rock in the distance, Hillco was brushing the dust off himself while jotting down notes:

“Potion effective, delays self-destruction by about 1.02 seconds, meeting preliminary expectations. Vaporization concentration still needs improvement, release speed is slightly slow. Suggest adjusting potion ratios.”

The second action was undertaken that afternoon.

This time, after rebalancing the potion, the extracted concentration of Frost Leaf Vine was increased by a full thirty percent.

For this, Hillco almost exhausted the big cauldron at the Alchemy Workshop, even burning out a set of distillers.

“This time, even the rabbits should fall asleep dreaming.” He patted Louis on the shoulder, full of confidence.

The sequence of actions was almost a copy of the first, only the spray release device was positioned closer to the center, release speed hastened, and started five seconds earlier.

Ensuring that the potion fully enveloped the surrounding air before the Furious Rabbits entered the capture area.

The Furious Rabbits appeared again, still in that seemingly harmless form, only this time, everyone’s eyes on them were like looking at a ticking time bomb.

The mist quietly spread out, the air once again filled with that familiar “early snow fragrance”.

The Furious Rabbit sniffed, its forelegs stopped, ears gently twitched.

Then, it… sat down.

Quietly, obediently, like a little pet waiting to be fed, without any of that tense, ready-to-explode aura from the last time.

“Capture!”

The knight with the net leaped forward, capturing the rabbit accurately with the net, this time, no explosion, no red glow appeared.

The air was surprisingly peaceful.

Everyone’s gaze turned to the little creature caught, seeing it drowsily blink its eyes and even yawn, as if slightly intoxicated by the mist.

“We did it.” Louis said softly, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Hillco had already pulled out his notebook, writing swiftly: “No self-destruct response, indicates the potion successfully covered. Target’s mental state stable, control achieved.”

The Furious Rabbit was successfully captured, not exploding into a swirl of blood mist or startling the knights into jumping, it even yawned lazily in the net.

Standing in the wind, Louis watched the rabbit being placed into a special black iron cage, a satisfied smile curling at the corner of his lips.

“The Magic Bomb Factory plan has finally made its first step.”

Hillco excitedly spun around twice on the spot: “Next, as long as we can breed them in large numbers, we’ll have a continuous supply of bombs!”

Thus, Red Tide Territory’s first “Small Rabbit Breeding Ground” officially began operations.

Located in a natural underground cave, the rock walls were meticulously reinforced, the lighting intentionally dimmed, with only a few dim yellow lamps giving off a soft glow.

And most crucially, the small ventilation distillation device in the center of the cave, ticking away, slowly vaporizing and diluting the Frost Leaf Vine, infusing it into the air.

The scent was so faint as to be almost undetectable, yet it subtly seeped into the nerves, gently suppressing the Furious Rabbits’ explosive instincts.

Looking around, one could see Furious Rabbits curled up in their respective small enclosures, ears drooped, their fluffy bodies huddled together, quietly unlike the legendary “explosive wild Demon Thunder,” more like rows of fluffy buns.

The red platinum pattern on their backs still flickered faintly, yet seemed to have lost the urge to ignite.

“This scent really works.” Hillco, wearing a protective mask, walked through the passage, muttering to himself while recording data, “It’s like covering a pot of gunpowder with a blanket.”

The breeding model had also been established.

One type is the “natural elimination,” observing the rabbit’s lifespan in a long-term stable environment, waiting for it to naturally die, then completely extracting the Red Platinum Magic Crystal.

The other is the emergency method “active detonation,” using specific sound and light stimuli to induce self-destruction, then having the specialized knights collect the unbroken Magic Crystals for making large bombs.

“I’ll leave it to you, Hillco.” Standing on the platform’s edge, Louis gazed at the quietly lying Furious Rabbits below.

“Understood!” Hillco nodded immediately in agreement.

Who could have imagined that in the future, the one to change the battlefield situation in the Northern Territory wouldn’t be a Peak Knight.

But rather these “exploding rabbits” lying peacefully in the Frost Leaf mist?