Chapter 947: The Rabbit's Lair

Chapter 947: The Rabbit's Lair



Jack smiled, standing up as he picked a long stick from the bushes. "Everyone, come around." He called the paladins and started drawing on the ground. "This is the boulder, and we have a small hill on this side and a forest from here and to this place."

"Did you figure out where the vent is?" One of the paladins asked.

"Not exactly, do you want an explanation or should I just tell you what to do?" He looked at them.

"Just give directions. Venting the gas is a chore, we want to get it done with so we can bash some heads." The paladin stood and looked back at the mossy hill "Behind the hill?"

"No, five locations." Jack drew several X's on his dirt map, "One of them is the vent or multiple, I don't know. Check them out. If it's a boulder, move it, if it's dirt, shovel it out." He pulled several shoves out of his magic pocket. "Do whatever it takes."

"We'll get it done." The paladins split into five groups, each having at least five paladins as they spread and each headed to a possible location.

Jack and Pin stayed beside the hole and worked on getting rid of the poisonous spikes and the paladins returned after just half an hour. "Did you find anything?" Jack asked as he noticed some of them dripping with mud and moss, smelling like wet dogs.

Three groups have encountered vents and opened them. One vent was hiding beneath a boulder, another vent was buried and disguised as a grave, and the last vent was underwater in the swamp with a large stone blocking it. Jack didn't know how did they get to the underwater one, or who was disrespectful enough to dig a grave, but he didn't ask questions. The important part is that they did their job.

Rogues only care about results, no matter the method. A thief can't criticize a grave robber after all. One steals from the living, and the other from the dead who probably don't need what they have.

Right now, they should be able to proceed. Jack called the paladins, "Look, what do you think?" He had shoveled dirt and stones down the hole and buried the spikes with another layer. "You still can't jump inside. I'll go down first."

Jack grabbed the rope and climbed down, finally landing safely thanks to his light weight. He waved his hand to the paladins up and then proceeded to splash a strange potion over the dirt and stones.

Magic engulfed the pile of dirt and stone, hardening it. The potion was made by Arad before when he tried to infuse different types of magic into potions. Some could explode into fire, some into ice, and this potion hardens dirt and stone to create a strong shell and is usually used by armies to create ramps and barricades on the battlefield.

The paladins jumped down, one after another, and some of them were left to guard the entrance.

"Don't use torches." Jack glared at the paladins, "Even if we vented the gas, we don't know at which rate it fills up. Let's be careful." Even if he said that he had something else in mind.

"Of course." One of the paladins lifted his fist and put it close to his chest. "Shining sun, crimson night, illuminate my path and lead me to victory." He lifted his fist, and it flashed with a purple light. [Eris's Light]

was still warm.

"That sounded like a cannon...where did he hide it?" The other one was shaking, sweat dripping across her back. She could get the image of their sister in faith exploding like a grape.

At that moment, both of them felt hands caressing their legs, "Nice legs. As beautiful as that woman before, but those cuts and scares are a shame." Jack was already sitting behind them. The two cultist women froze in place and started shaking. "Open that door, or the next cannonball would fly up you assess." One of them could feel the burning hot barrel pressing against her butt. Jack wasn't joking, his cannon was loaded and ready to fire again.

The cultist woman started panting as she reached with her hand toward the magic circle. But suddenly turned around swinging her now bear-like arm. She was a druid and could even use partial beast form.

Jack masterfully dodged her attack and pushed his cannon between her legs, "I warned you."

BANG! He blasted her innards onto the ceiling, "What a waste." He mumbled as the other cultist screamed, swinging a kick at his face. Her leg has turned into that of a horse, the hoof

blazing at Jack's brain.

Jack jumped up and dodged her attack, landing at her side and wrapping his arms around her. He squeezed her neck with his left arm as he forced her to extend her hand with his other arm. She struggled, but he forced her to push the magical seal and open the door for the other

paladins to rush in.

At that moment, more cultists appeared from deep inside and fired arrows at him. He pulled the cultist woman by the hair and put her before him.

Realizing he was about to use her as a flesh shield, she curled her arms and legs up, shifting

her back into a turtle's shell. As the arrows bounced from her back, she grabbed Jack by the neck and started clenching, her sharp fingers digging into his neck as she tried to kick him in

the stomach.

"One last chance, don't move." His cannon was pressed against her stomach, the red-hot barrel burned her clothes and skin. She glared at him and screamed, "FOR LUNARA!" and tried to shift her whole arm into that of a wolf, but it was too late.

Jack fired his cannon and her burning turtle shell flew back at the other cultists, smacking two down. The paladins who just arrived stared with gaping mouths at the carnage, and the cultists were struck by fear, watching Jack's silhouette approach from the darkness with two

red glowing eyes sitting upon his shoulders.

"Nice Murder!" Pin said with a giggle.