Gretel did not notice that his oak staff quietly grew taller.
——In fact, he didn’t even glance at the head of the stick. He lowered his head, bowed his waist, and climbed up with difficulty. The mental shield was intertwined around him, protecting the owner, and he struggled to push up:
step!
step!
One more step!
His chest felt tight, his head was dizzy, and his vision was dark. Gretel did not dare to stop, pulled the water pipe, and took two big sips. The strange taste passed over the tip of his tongue, and he unconsciously twisted his eyebrows:
Ah, the taste of glucose + salt water is really hard to get used to no matter how many times I drink it. However, if you want to replenish energy quickly, this is the only way...
Then climb up!
The mental power is suppressed, and then it surges upward, then suppresses it, and then surges upward...
Standing in the snow and looking up, with just one glance, you can see the dragon's nest above the steep slope. The distance seems to be within reach. The huge square rock wall is open and flat, and even snowflakes cannot stay on it. If it were not for the curves on it
, an upward ladder was dug out, and Gretel simply did not have the courage to continue climbing:
Rock climbing with bare hands is beyond his ability!
Even with the convenience of stairs, when looking up at the huge rock on the snowy slope, there is still an instinctive trembling feeling, as if the huge rock will topple down at any time. Gretel only glanced at it, and then lowered his head again:
After walking this zigzag road, before reaching the bottom of the rock, he had no need or ability to pay attention to whether the road above his head was easy to walk. Even if he had to use his hands and feet together, even if he had to climb the rock, that was a matter for later.
Take the right path now:
Lift your left leg and take a step forward, place your poles on the ground, push your right leg off the ground, and shift your center of gravity;
Bend your body forward and swing your right leg forward;
The trekking pole in the left hand and the oak pole in the right hand were dug into the ice and snow to confirm that the foundation below was safe and reliable;
Pushing off the ground with his left leg again, he shifted his weight again...
One rotation after another, the movements almost became a mechanical process. Not only that, but also the mana shield outside the body, mental power and magic power were intertwined and gradually solidified. I don’t know how long I climbed, and suddenly, the whiteness in front of my eyes
The snowy field suddenly turned into gray-white and dark-black rocks.
Dragon Nest Rock, here it is!
Grete stood under the huge rock and raised his head. The sky above him was clear and the pure blue with high saturation made people almost dizzy. The strong sunlight shone on the rock wall and reflected into his eyes, even if he was protected by sunglasses.
It also made him need to squint his eyes from time to time. There was a flat line of silver on the top of the cliff, probably because of the snow accumulated on the top of the giant rock, which remained unchanged all year round.
Gretel straightened his clothes, put his hiking poles back into his space bag, and took off his snow jacket. He pulled out the straw of his water bag and took a few sips of the supplement mixed with glucose and salt. He reached out and touched the pocket on his chest.
Endless Ink Pen], ensure that you can release the Feather Falling Technique at any time, breathe evenly, and take steps——
The stairs, which can only accommodate one person to climb, are narrow and steep, hanging lonely on the rock wall. The mountain wind roared, and even Bernard's breathing was covered up. Between heaven and earth, it seemed that he was the only one continuing this process.
A lonely climb.
He pressed his face against the stone wall, used his hands and feet together, and clawed his way up the steps one by one. The heavy pressure covered his whole body. Unknowingly, his mental power had become one with the magic power, and he was forged more and more solidly by the power of the dragon.
Breathing, heartbeat, every muscle, every drop of surging blood, all the visible and invisible forces in the body were twisted into a rope under the heavy pressure. The oak staff hanging under the right wrist was covered with green light, growing roots on its own, desperately
Draw strength from the nature around you:
Help!
Help!
We are one! Air, water, earth, sunshine, everything, help me!
"What a nice little guy." Ophelia smiled. She tilted her head and asked her niece softly:
"You said before that he is the priest of the God of Nature?"
"That's what he said himself." Cerira stared at the light screen without blinking. Several times, when Grete's feet slipped and he barely caught the steps to stop himself, she even held her breath:
"I think he looks the same. He doesn't care about food or clothing. He only cares about healing people. Is this what a priest of the God of Nature would do?"
"...Ha." Ophelia chuckled softly. As an adult dragon, she has received more dragon inheritance, and she knows more things:
"Pastor of God? Haha. This child's belief is clearly in nature - you see, he has begun to draw strength from nature. Although he still has to use an oak staff as a medium, it is so smooth - he has resonated with nature to this point, ordinary people
The dragon's power can no longer suppress him..."
In a broad sense, dragons are also a part of nature, and dragon power is also a part of nature. When you face a powerful beast, when you stand on a high mountain overlooking a cliff, when your throat is choked by a sharp sword
, will naturally become fearful and stiff. The root of Longwei is this amplified fear.
However, Gretel has now entered a state similar to meditation, with a clear mind and a clear mind, and his spiritual power resonates harmoniously with nature. The aura left by the silver dragon around his residence and the dragon's power forcibly spread out have no effect on him.
.
"Then... what should we do? Auntie, this road is very difficult to climb. Don't increase the pressure yet and wait for him to come up?"
"Of course. Behind him, there is a little guy——"
Thanks to Bernard, the silver dragon Ophelia did not increase the pressure, allowing Gretel to successfully climb to the platform at the entrance of the dragon's lair. As soon as he got on the platform, he fell face down on the ground, his whole body dripping with sweat:
too tired!
too tired!
Not to mention standing, sitting, kneeling, I can't lift a finger at all. It feels like the emergency department in my previous life where three or four stations were opened in one night, car accident injuries, stabbing injuries, and high fall injuries all night long.
...Give me a surgical gown and spread it on the floor, and you can sleep on the spot...
Scratching behind me, the sound of leather armor and boot soles rubbing against the rock wall, each step got higher and higher. It was Bernard who also climbed up... Kudos to him for insisting on crawling behind me to prevent me from falling.
I don’t know how he is doing with his stress training, and has he successfully advanced?
Gretel tried his best to roll aside to make room for him. Looking sideways, he saw a big rough hand quickly climbing up the platform, followed by messy hair, and then Bernard's flushed face.
Big face, shoulders, chest, entire upper body, one leg stepped onto the platform, and then, his eyes focused——
"Gretel!!!"
The barbarian roared angrily. He took off the bone club from his shoulder, waved it hard, and rushed into the cave with a rumble.
Gretel:???
What's the meaning?
I'm here! Bernard, what did you see? Don't rush! Who seduced you? That guy must have bad intentions! Come back! Come back!
He shouted twice, but the barbarian ignored him and didn't look back. Grete gritted his teeth, got up on his knees with an oak staff, and walked in with difficulty——
Walking across the platform and walking into the cave. The first step from light to dark, I felt the pressure increase suddenly, like swimming upstream in a fast river. I used all my strength to inflate my chest and lungs and let myself take a breath.
And the heart beats even more wildly:
It's fine!
It’s just Longwei!
The silver dragon won't hurt me, it just walks in front of her with the dragon's power, no problem!
come on!
Gretel muttered silently, leaning on the oak staff, and moved forward silently. With every step, sweat poured down from his forehead, and the wet footprints dripped all the way. The further he walked, the darker he went, and the brighter he walked, and the bright light shone before his eyes.
A giant dragon made of silver lay prone in the distance, looking up at him——
The pressure in front of him suddenly relaxed. Before Gretel could even take a breath, he felt something that had been compressed to the extreme suddenly expand.