Chapter 571: Big Snow Mountain

In the first few seconds of being sucked out of the window by high altitude and low pressure, Joan felt like an egg thrown into a blender: his body was almost torn to pieces by the storm, and his thoughts were also mixed to pieces. He only felt that the sky was dark and his mind was blank. .

After a short period of absent-mindedness, Qiao An managed to stay awake in the storm, arousing a "power of myth" to bless himself with "Feather Fall".

The moment the spell took effect, he felt his body become light and light, his falling speed slowed down greatly, and the palpitations and dizziness caused by weightlessness were also greatly relieved.

At this moment, Qiao An sincerely thanked the senior mage who invented the "Feather Falling Technique".

Among all the spells he has mastered, this is the only one that doesn't require casting materials, gestures, almost no need to maintain focus on casting, and doesn't even need to chant long spells, just utter a short word to take effect!

It is precisely because the casting process of "Feather Fall" is very simple, and it can be automatically cast as soon as the thought flashes, so it is possible to sacrifice this life-saving spell in time in the panic state of falling from a high altitude, otherwise I am afraid that it will not be until the moment of being thrown into meatloaf. , and it was too late to cast spells to save himself.

The "Feather Falling Technique" made Qiao An temporarily safe, but his crisis was far from over.

Glancing back hastily, Joan was surprised to see a huge storm cloud hovering behind him.

The dark cloud cluster is flickering with electricity, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, shaped like a funnel. The top of the cloud cluster is covered with a thick layer of ice and snow, and the manor and castle of the cloud giant archmage Vavrunil are located on the storm cloud cluster. Due to the presence of the hunter, he obtained the power of lasting suspension, and at the same time, under the impetus of the storm cloud, he continued to drift in the air away from Joan.

Not long ago, when Joan and his companions were still in the clouds, since the manor and the castle were protected by a magic barrier, he could not feel how violent the storm outside the barrier was, and he could hardly feel the building on the clouds. The castle is actually moving at high speed all the time. Now that he was sucked out of the window of the castle by the air current and out of the protection of the barrier, it would be too difficult to return to the castle.

Joan cast a spell to become an eagle man, flapping his wings desperately to fly against the wind, trying to catch up with the cloud city that was fading away. However, the violent air currents made it very difficult for him to advance every inch, and he had to give up the idea of ​​returning to the castle. Instead, lower the altitude and try to search and rescue the companions who were also thrown out of the window by the airflow.

Joan hovered in the sky for a long time, and saw three small black dots from a distance, circling counterclockwise with the huge tornado column supporting Cloudsdale, vaguely the figures of Clark, Shrek and Casio.

Joan didn't know if they had already taken the "Featherfall Potion". If they just watched with cold eyes, the three companions would be sucked into the center of the storm in a short time, and the consequences would be disastrous.

The more Joan thought about it, the more anxious he became, he flapped his wings and chased after them, intending to help them before they were sucked into the storm. Just approaching the edge of the storm, Joan realized that he had made a fatal mistake - he greatly underestimated the terrifying energy of the high-altitude tornado!

The consequences of overthinking one's abilities are very fatal. Not to mention rescuing his companions, even he himself can't maintain his stability now, he is engulfed by the strong air current and drifts towards the center of the storm, like a small sampan hitting a tsunami vortex, with no resistance at all In the blink of an eye, he sank deeply into it, and his consciousness gradually became blurred in the high-speed rotating airflow.

The wind howled in his ears, and his frozen body had lost consciousness. Joan drifted with the tide in this semi-conscious state, and was forced to hand over his fate to the majestic force of nature to decide.

As an insignificant human being, the only thing he can do now is to grit his teeth and try to maintain the last sliver of sober will, even if he is finally torn to pieces by the storm, he will die clearly!

Flesh and blood fight against the mighty power of natural disasters. Such a contest is unfair. Fortunately, the various protective spells that Joan blessed in advance played a role in life and death.

Magic flickered faintly in the storm clouds, and Joan's body was like a small dust hovering with the wind, and it seemed to be running on a revolving staircase, descending one circle after another, and I don't know how long it took , as if a century had passed, he was finally sucked into the "eye" of the storm cloud.

If Joan can open his eyes at this moment, he will be pleasantly surprised to find that there is a huge portal emitting magical aura in the eye of the wind, like a huge magnet, which will absorb all the objects involved in the eye of the wind, including himself Go in, and fling to the surface world.

The moment he entered the portal, Joan felt a strong dizziness. The overwhelmed dam of will was finally crushed by the last straw, and he fell into a coma completely.

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After an unknown amount of time, Joan woke up from the boundless darkness. The whistling wind in his ears made him realize that he might still be alive. He barely lifted his heavy eyelids, and what he saw was a silver-white world.

The mountains and plains are covered with snow, and through the faint starlight, the rolling mountains covered in silver can be vaguely seen in the distance.

Qiao An exhaled a breath of turbid air trembling, and the breath was frozen into a white frost mist by the cold wind in an instant.

Huddled alone on this strange snow field, after the luck of escaping from death, now he only has two strong feelings-cold and pain!

Thanks to the blessings of the gods, Joan found that his upper body was still conscious. Before he was frozen, he quickly drew today's last "power of myth" and blessed himself with the 1-ring spell "endurance to the environment".

The radiance of magic power flowed all over his body, and the biting chill gradually disappeared. Joan felt a little more at ease, then turned his head and looked around, and found that he was on the top of a sloping hillside, and his body was buried in a snowdrift, almost completely buried.

Recalling what happened not long ago, Joan gradually cleared his mind, guessing that after he was sucked into the high-altitude storm cloud, he was thrown down by the air current until he landed on this unknown snow mountain.

The reason why I can still save my life until now must be due to the effect of the "Feather Falling Technique".

It's a pity that the height of the fall exceeded the duration of the feather fall technique, and in the end he failed to protect him from landing safely. He still suffered a certain degree of injury from the fall, so that he lost consciousness in his lower body, as if his two legs no longer belonged to him.

Qiao An regained his composure, suppressed his pessimism and despair, sat up with support, and checked the injuries to his legs.

When he was in his hometown of Delin Town, he studied medicine with Mr. Galandil, and later entered Leiden College to study. Under the careful guidance of Rawls's instructor, he further studied human physiological anatomy. After a little examination, he was right Be aware of your current physical condition.

This is the end of the copy of Cloud City

The protagonist will learn to teleport spells in the future, and then go back to explore

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