Chapter 406: The last bottle of oxygen is left for you
The oxygen bottle that Gretel took out was the one he asked Archmage Serrano to prepare for climbing the Dwarf Holy Mountain. The design idea was roughly copied from the oxygen bottle provided to tourists by the tour group at the foot of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. The oxygen content is unknown.
The internal pressure is unknown, the strength of the bottle is unknown...
And Gretel didn't dare to fill it with too much oxygen. Oxygen bottles are pressure vessels, which have extremely high requirements for the quality of the bottle. If it doesn't meet the standard, it wouldn't be unusual to blow it up for you. He doesn't want to touch a bottle and just suck a few.
Oral oxygen, with a bang, fragments flew across the throat...
Mage armor probably can't block it, and adding a shield spell may not be able to block it either.
In short, due to all kinds of concerns, Gretel could only ask Master Serrano to reduce the amount of oxygen, just to be safe. This also means that the effect of oxygen inhalation from the oxygen bottle is, well, a little better than a placebo.
of.
At least Grete took a few breaths of oxygen, his face turned from red to white, and he was halfway recovered. He marked the oxygen bottle, put it back into the space bag, put a hiking stick in one hand, and an oak stick in the other. He half-bent his body, step by step.
, continue climbing up.
"The snail carries that heavy shell on its back and climbs up step by step~~~"
"Boss, if that doesn't work, can I carry you on my back?"
"Don't...huhu..." Grete raised the hiking pole in his left hand and placed it on a higher stone. He used both arms to push his left leg off the ground. He took advantage of the situation and raised his body upwards.
Shift your weight to your right leg, then drag your left foot up and over your right foot:
"You are also very tired... Huh... Ha..."
Damn it, how could Bernard be so tired?
Gretel suddenly reacted. Bernard was a level 7 warrior, much stronger than him. Logically speaking, when he collapsed from fatigue, Bernard should still be able to hold him with one hand and walk as fast as flying. Why is he now?
, when he was huffing and sweating, Bernard was too tired to lift his legs?
Altitude sickness?
It shouldn’t be. The last time I climbed the Dwarf Holy Mountain, I had headaches, heart palpitations, chest tightness, and shortness of breath. Bernard was still fine. Now, although I am tired, I haven’t had high fever yet. How could he?
"Bernard, what's wrong with you? Do you have a headache?"
"No, boss... I'm just flustered. There's something very scary up there... just like the first time I saw Miss Serira..."
Okay, the case is solved.
Bernard was gasping for air and couldn't lift his feet because he was oppressed by the dragon's power. However, because of the protection of the [Endless Ink Pen], he didn't feel the dragon's power at all. Being so tired was simply due to his physical exhaustion.
"This...Bernard, would you like to take a breath of oxygen and take a break?"
"No need!" The barbarian shook his head vigorously. He caught up a few steps in succession, and the big bone stick in his right hand hit the rock with a dull thud:
"I'm about to break through! Boss, I have a hunch that I will definitely be able to break through when I get to the top of the mountain this time!"
Okay... pressure training, whatever you think is appropriate. Grete raised his head, looked at the mountain peaks in the clouds and mist above, and let out a long sigh:
There is still a day and a half to go to the peak! Such a long distance can make Bernard feel oppressed. How strong must the silver dragon above be?
In the dragon's lair, Ophelia is teaching her niece:
"When you choose to build a nest, you must not be lazy. You must dye the top and bottom of the mountain with aura... In this case, you can activate the power of the dragon from a long distance away, and those little guys who are not strong enough will not be able to touch you..."
Tsk, this dragon's power can't be increased. Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if the little mage didn't feel it yet and forced his followers to roll down the hillside. Hey, the mental strength of the barbarians is really bad...
Gretel had not yet intuitively felt how powerful the silver dragon on the top of the mountain was. However, he soon felt the feeling of climbing the mountain with the power of the dragon.
Early on the morning of the third day, Grete put on crampons in front of the campsite and stepped across the snow line in front. On the first step, he felt a "boom" on his forehead:
I go!
What kind of rhythm is this!
He leaned back reflexively, raised his hands, and rubbed his forehead. After taking the step just now, he felt dizzy and his ears buzzed, as if he had been hit in the front. His hair stood on end.
, my heart was beating wildly, and I didn’t even need to feel my pulse to know that my heart rate was over 120 at this time.
Being so far away can give him a sense of oppression. A creature like the silver dragon is really unreasonably strong...
Grete gritted his teeth and continued to climb up. After only taking a few steps, he felt it was difficult to breathe and his heart was beating violently. His whole body was sore and weak, his legs and feet were heavy. Every time he lifted it up, it seemed that he had to use all his strength.
Then you have to climb!
If you don't climb up, how can you see the silver dragon and ask for the magic of electrocardiogram!
Gretel gritted his teeth and threw an [Encouragement Technique] to himself with his backhand. This magic blessing came up, like a shot of adrenaline, and his breathing became lighter. Then, vines grew out of his left and right hands at the same time, connecting his hands with
Trekking poles and oak poles tangled together.
"Bernard, let's go!"
"Okay, boss!"
The crampons made a clicking sound on the snow. Ophelia lay on the dragon's nest, looking at Gretel's equipment curiously through the light curtain:
Crampons, gloves, two long poles, hood, black glasses. A fur sleeve on the boots is wrapped below the knees to block the snow that pours into the boots. A hard pipe protrudes from the collar on the back, underneath
Attached to the water bladder, the owner can turn his head to take a sip of water at any time.
This piece of equipment has saved the owner's physical strength to the maximum extent.
"It's quite interesting... But little guy, it's useless for you to save your energy. I can increase the strength of Long Wei!"
the climb!
the climb!
Climb up!
There is [cold and heat resistance], so you don’t have to worry about the cold wind blowing on your face; there is [the power of a bull] and [the elegance of a cat], you can cross the most difficult terrain without danger; there are space bags and oxygen bottles,
No need to carry heavy luggage, you can even take a break occasionally...
Grete was still dizzy as he climbed. The higher he climbed, the heavier and suffocating feeling he felt became stronger. When he started, he still had time to look ahead, so he called Bernard to be careful and climbed.
Half an hour later, all the strength I had was just enough to look down at the road and walk up step by step:
Raise your hands, put down your trekking poles, lift your feet, put your feet down...
My chest was burning, and my eyesight turned black. Every time I took a step, my entire foot sank deeply into the snow, until my calf. I straightened my back leg again, and when I pushed my whole body up, it felt like I was being pushed up.
Open the huge stone on your body.
"I'm so tired...take another breath of oxygen..."
Gretel touched the space bag again. When his fingertips touched the mouth of the bag, he suddenly froze:
Only the last bottle left!
There is only one oxygen bottle that has not been used and has not been marked...
He looked back subconsciously. On the snowy slope behind him, Bernard climbed up step by step, holding on to a bone stick. The barbarian's face was red, his veins were protruding, and his eyes were empty and unfocused.
Looking at it like that, his energy was almost lost, and he was already relying on instinct to hold on.
Grete clenched his fingers on the space bag, let go, clenched, and let go again. Finally, he turned his head, gripped the hiking pole and oak stick tightly, gritted his teeth and continued climbing.
The last bottle of oxygen should be reserved for Bernard, just in case. The next journey will not rely on external objects, but on myself!
【Inspiration Technique】!
【Inspiration Technique】!
No, I can't cast any more spells... My heart is already beating too fast. If I inject epinephrine again, my blood pressure will skyrocket, myocardial ischemia, arrhythmia, and all other symptoms will appear...
Use other methods to resist Longwei!
Mage armor?
Mental strength?
Grete subconsciously held up the magic shield. It was not the mage armor, not the shield technique, but all the magic power that the mage could mobilize, flowing, stirring, and woven into the most primitive shield. Well, it's a little better, and the pressure is gone.
So strong——
But it consumes too much! This shape is not good. A perfectly round shield wastes too much surface area! It should be narrower, condensed into a streamlined shape, and the front should be made into a bullet shape...
Following Grete's thoughts, the magic shield gradually deformed, tightened, and thickened. Soon, more spiritual power penetrated into the shield, opening up the power of the dragon from the outside world. In the dragon's nest above, the silver dragon Ophelia held up
He held his chin and nodded with a smile:
"The little guy is good. He finally reacted and began to hone his mental strength. However, with this little ability, he can't walk in front of me... Huh?"
On the oak stick in Grete's right hand, there are four green leaves, which are automatic in the absence of wind. The whole wooden stick seems to have come to life, taking root, sprouting, green and growing upward. Unknowingly, it has grown more than half a foot tall.
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A vigorous vitality also appeared at the tip of Gretel's shield. She was weak, immature, but unyielding, and she managed to push her way out of the dragon's power that she suppressed!
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Two thousand six hundred words!
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