Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 86 - 085: The Second Stage of the Battle

Chapter 86: Chapter 085: The Second Stage of the Battle

The chase continued.

Richard was in front, with the werewolf that the mysterious wizard had transformed into trailing behind.

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After an initial burst of high speed, the werewolf that the mysterious wizard had transformed into inevitably slowed down once more. This time, it wasn’t to toy with or wear down Richard; it simply couldn’t catch up. At that moment, the werewolf longed to stop and rest, but the intermittent sound of a whistle in front of it kept it from stopping, compelling it to keep chasing, and then chase some more.

In the weary pursuit, the roles of prey and hunter had blurred, silently reversing without one side even realizing it.

The drain on Richard continued relentlessly. Feeling his blood, hot as boiling water, coursing through his body once again, Richard exhaled. The breath, far hotter than the normal human body temperature, collided with the cold winter air outside, rapidly condensing into tiny droplets, creating a large puff of white steam that bloomed like a snow lotus in mid-air.

Richard had no time to admire the sight. He glanced over his shoulder at the werewolf, which was nearly spent, and a thought flashed through his mind, “It should be about time; Pandora must be ready by now. With that, the first phase can end, and we can move on to the second phase. I hope everything goes smoothly, I hope the plan proceeds without a hitch, otherwise…”

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Shaking his head to dispel a sliver of concern and sensing the werewolf behind him slowing down again, Richard took out the whistle and put it to his lips, blowing hard.

“Toot toot!”

The sharp sound seemed to pierce the winter sky, shrilly drilling into the air and into the werewolf’s ears.

The werewolf, agitated, gasped for breath and sped up again in pursuit.

Richard, however, took a sharp turn, changing direction towards a distant location.

After a while,

Richard raced along, leading the werewolf the mysterious wizard had become to a strange place, darting towards it. The werewolf tirelessly pursued Richard, but just as it seemed on the verge of catching up, suddenly, from behind a tree, a thick tree trunk swung out like a giant club, and smashed hard against its body.

“Bang!”

The force of the hit was so great that the tree trunk snapped the moment it struck the werewolf. The broken end spun away, with splinters scattering explosively in all directions.

The werewolf, caught by the unexpected blow, didn’t even grunt before it was sent flying, like a kite with its string cut, soaring over ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

Pandora emerged from behind the tree, glancing coldly at the werewolf before turning to Richard with a look that asked, “How’s that?”

“Not bad,” Richard communicated his response with a look as well. “But this is just the beginning. There’s still a lot to be done.”

“I—know.”

Richard looked toward the werewolf in the distance, seeing it roll several times after landing, then stand up. Shaking vigorously, it shed the mud and broken leaves from its fur, casting a dangerous glance their way.

The werewolf appeared unharmed from the blow, or if it was injured, it didn’t show.

This was expected by Richard.

If the opponent could be easily wounded, or even severely injured, why would Gregory have been unable to kill it? And why would he himself have gone to the trouble of devising a series of plans?

To kill the almost unkillable opponent, almost impossible methods must be used. Everything so far was just the beginning.

Richard inhaled deeply, noticing the werewolf eyeing Pandora with malicious intent, and immediately gestured, “Retreat!”

Pandora stood still, eyeing the werewolf with widened eyes, her hand gripping the half of the tree trunk, and spoke earnestly, “I can beat him.”

Richard frowned and said to Pandora, “Whether you can beat him is beside the point. We must follow the plan. Do you remember what you promised me?”

“Psst—”

“Be good.”

With a roar, the werewolf charged at Pandora, who gave the werewolf a fierce glare before turning to leave.

The werewolf followed in hot pursuit, but Pandora did not even look back.

Just as the werewolf was about to catch up with Pandora and attack, Pandora suddenly leaped forward. The werewolf hadn’t even reacted when, the next moment, the ground beneath his feet blasted open with a boom.

A powerful explosion occurred, the bright flash almost blinding the werewolf, causing dizziness and eliciting an unclear howl of “aowu.” With a hiss, the werewolf’s fur and flesh were scorched by the spreading heat, and with a bang, his body was blown away by the shockwave.

After being blasted four or five meters away and then hitting the ground, the werewolf got up, shook its head to recover its senses, and realized what had just happened. When it looked for Pandora again, there was no trace of her; instead, the next moment, it was struck by a barely detectable Flame Impact.

Shape-shifting Fire Magic·Zero-Circle Low-Level·Flame Impact.

With a “puff,” the flames ignited the werewolf’s fur, beginning to burn with a foul smell.

The werewolf sniffed and looked down at its chest, swiftly patting out the fire, then refocused its gaze on Richard. The next moment, it let out a low growl and chased after Richard.

Richard turned and ran, heading deep into the forest, the werewolf hot on his heels.

Moments later, as Richard was about to run over a mound, the werewolf nearly caught up. From the other side of the mound, a patient black shadow sprang forth, violently colliding with the werewolf; it was a wild buffalo that often came to drink water by the hillside pond.

The impact was so forceful that one of the buffalo’s horns snapped off.

After the collision, the buffalo did not even look back to see the results but turned and ran away.

The werewolf, having been tumbled down the hillock, struggled to its feet and was about to chase after the buffalo. The moment it stepped forward, another explosion occurred, blasting it away again.

Roaring, the werewolf struggled to stand, and Richard’s Flame Impact, which wasn’t very powerful, hit it again, shifting its hatred and continuing the chase.

Richard ran on, soon darting past a dry, large tree in the forest.

The werewolf followed close behind, then Pandora, hidden behind the tree, struck it with a tree trunk and blew it away. Where it fell, another explosion was triggered, and it was blown away a second time.

Pandora quickly retreated, while Richard continued to draw the werewolf’s pursuit.

After a short while, Richard crossed a sunken hollow. With a leap, he went from the bottom of the hollow to the higher edge. The werewolf, stepping on both feet, charged after him; a shadow as large as a small mountain burst forth and crashed into it, a wild boar that drank at the hillside pond. Although usually disobedient and prone to cutting in line, the boar put in a lot of effort this time.

With a forceful collision that made its nose slightly crooked, the boar “huffed” and ran away.

The werewolf, landing at the bottom of the hollow, triggered another explosion. It struggled several times before painfully getting up. Before it could let out a sound, Richard hit it with another Flame Impact.

The werewolf, eyes red, leaped out and pursued Richard again.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes…

“Bang!”

“Boom!”

“Bang!”

“Boom!”

The werewolf kept chasing, but could never catch up. Constantly under attack, yet never able to strike back. Because the enemy attacking it was constantly changing, attacking once before leaving. The werewolf was furious, frenzied, numb.

The werewolf’s vitality was being continuously drained, its blood flow constantly encouraged, its alertness steadily worn down.

But the werewolf had not received any serious injuries; all of the attacks combined would hardly qualify as minor injuries.

Such was the werewolf, or rather, the strength of the Mysterious Wizard who had turned into a werewolf.

After a good while, the werewolf was hit by a tree trunk wielded by Pandora from behind a tree again, fell to the ground, and set off another explosion that blasted it a second time.

Pandora withdrew, Richard’s eyes flashed, then narrowed, and he muttered to himself, “It’s about time, let’s move on to the third phase.”

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