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Chapter 410 The last bottle of oxygen is for you
The oxygen cylinder that Gretel took out was also prepared by him in order to climb the holy mountain of dwarves, and asked Archmage Serrano for help.The design idea roughly copied the oxygen cylinders provided by tour groups to tourists at the foot of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain.The oxygen content is unknown, the internal pressure is unknown, the strength of the bottle body is unknown...

And Gretel didn't dare to inflate too much oxygen.Oxygen cylinders are all pressure vessels, which have extremely high requirements on the material of the bottle body. If it fails to meet the standard, it is not uncommon for it to be blown up for you to see.He didn't want to touch a bottle and just take a few mouthfuls of oxygen, when there was a bang, fragments flew across his throat...

Mage armor is probably unstoppable, and adding a shield spell may not be able to block it.

In short, under all kinds of concerns, Gretel could only ask Master Serrano to reduce the amount of oxygen, as a precautionary measure.This also caused the effect of inhaling oxygen with an oxygen bottle, um, to be better than a placebo.

At the very least, Gretel took a few mouthfuls of oxygen, his face turned from red to white, and he had already recovered by half.He made a mark on the oxygen cylinder, put it back into the interspatial bag, and continued to climb up step by step, with a trekking pole in one hand and an oak stick in the other, half bent over his body.

"The snail is carrying the heavy shell on its back, climbing up step by step~~~"

"Boss, if it doesn't work, can I climb behind your back?"

"Don't...hehe..." Gretel raised the trekking pole in his left hand and pressed it against a higher stone, exerting strength with both arms, and pushing his left leg on the ground.Taking advantage of the situation, the body rises upwards, shifts the center of gravity to the right leg, then drags the left foot and throws it upwards, passing the right foot:

"You're tired too...huh...ha..."

How the hell is Bernard so tired?
Gretel suddenly reacted.Bernard is a level 7 fighter, much stronger than him. It stands to reason that when he collapses from exhaustion, Bernard should be able to hold him with one hand and walk like flying with ease.Why now, when he was wheezing and sweating profusely, Bernard was too tired to lift his legs?
Altitude sickness?

It shouldn't be, the last time I climbed the holy dwarf mountain, I had headaches, palpitations, chest tightness and shortness of breath, but Bernard was fine.Now, even though he was tired, he hadn't had a high reaction yet, how could he?
"What's the matter with you, Bernard? Have a headache?"

"No, boss... I'm just flustered. There's something scary up there... Just like the first time I saw Miss Cerilla..."

Okay, case solved.

Bernard was gasping for breath, unable to lift his feet, because he was oppressed by Longwei, and he, because of the protection of the [Endless Ink Pen], did not feel Longwei at all, so tired, it was purely because of his lack of physical strength.

"This... Bernard, you take a breath of oxygen?"

"No need!" The barbarian shook his head vigorously.He caught up a few steps one after another, and the big bone stick in his right hand hit the rock with a muffled bang:
"I'm about to break through! Boss, I have a hunch that I will definitely be able to break through when I climb to the top of the mountain this time!"

All right... stress training, as long as you think it's appropriate.Gretel raised his head, looked at the mountain peaks in the clouds above, and heaved a long sigh:
There is still a day and a half away from the peak!Such a long distance can make Bernard feel oppressed. How strong is the silver dragon above?
In the dragon's nest, Ophelia is teaching her niece:

"When you choose to build a nest, you must not be lazy. You must breathe the top and bottom of the mountain... In this way, you can activate the dragon's power from a long distance away, and those little guys who are not strong enough can't touch you at all..."

Tsk, this Longwei can't be added any more.Otherwise, the little mage didn't feel it yet, and it wasn't too good to force his followers to roll down the hill.Hey, the barbarian's mental strength is really too bad...

How strong the silver dragon on the top of the mountain is, Gretel has not intuitively felt it yet.However, he soon felt the feeling of climbing a mountain against Longwei.

In the early morning of the third day, Gretel put on his crampons in front of the bivouac and stepped across the snow line ahead.At the first step, I felt a "boom" on my forehead:
I go!

What rhythm is this!
Reflexively, he leaned back, raised his hand, and rubbed his forehead.When he took that step just now, he was dizzy for a moment, his ears were buzzing, as if he had been hit by a sap head-on.His hair stood on end, his heart was beating wildly, and he didn't even need to feel for his pulse, as he knew that his heart rate was over 120 at this time.

Such a distance can bring him a sense of oppression. A creature like a silver dragon is so strong that it doesn't make sense...

Gretel gritted his teeth and continued to climb.After only a few steps, he felt it was difficult to breathe, and his heart was beating hard.Her whole body was sore and limp, her legs and feet were heavy, and every time she lifted it up, it seemed that she had to use all her strength.

Then you have to climb!
If you don't climb to the top, how can you see the silver dragon, and how can you consult the electrocardiogram magic!
Gretel gritted his teeth and threw a [Inspiration Technique] backhand to himself.This magical blessing came up, like a shot of adrenaline, and the breath was really light.Immediately afterwards, vines grew out of his left and right hands at the same time, entangled his hands with trekking poles and oak sticks.

"Bernard, let's go!"

"Okay, boss!"

The crampons made a clicking sound on the snow.Ophelia lay on the dragon's nest above, looking at Gretel's equipment curiously through the light curtain:

Crampons, gloves, two long sticks, 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 tube protrudes from the back of the collar, and the water bag is connected to it, allowing the owner to take two sips of water at any time.

This pair of equipment has saved the owner's physical strength to the maximum.

"It's quite interesting... But little guy, it's useless to save your energy. I can increase the strength of Longwei!"

the climb!
the climb!
Climb up!
With [cold and heat resistance], you don’t have to worry about the cold wind blowing on your face; with [brute force] and [cat grace], you can cross the most difficult terrain without danger; with space bags and oxygen cylinders, You don't have to carry heavy luggage, and you can even take a break occasionally...

Gretel was still dizzy from climbing.The higher you go, the stronger the feeling of being overwhelmed and overwhelmed.When I started walking, I still had enough time to observe the front and told Bernard to be careful. After climbing for half an hour, all my strength was only enough to look down at the road and walk up step by step:

Raise your hands, tie your trekking poles, lift your feet, and set your feet...

His chest was burning hot, and his eyes turned black in bursts.With every step, the entire top of the foot is deeply immersed in the snow, down to the calf.Straighten the rear leg again, and push the whole body up one step, as if pushing away the huge boulder on the body.

"I'm so tired... take another breath of oxygen..."

Gretel touched the space bag again.Fingertips touched the mouth of the bag, and suddenly froze:
Only the last bottle left!

Unused, unmarked oxygen cylinders, only one...

He subconsciously looked back.On the snowy slope behind him, Bernard took one step at a time, climbing up with a bone stick.The barbarian's face was flushed with bulging veins, and his eyes were empty and out of focus.

Looking at it like that, his spirit was almost slackened, and he was already struggling with his instinct.

Gretel's fingers clenched tightly on the interspatial bag, let go, clenched tightly, and then let go.Finally, he turned his head, clenched his alpenstock and oak stick tightly, gritted his teeth and continued climbing.

Save the last bottle of oxygen for Bernard, just in case.The next road, do not rely on foreign objects, rely on myself!
[Encouragement technique]!
[Encouragement technique]!
No, I can't cast any more spells... My heart is already beating too fast, if I take adrenaline again, my blood pressure will go too high, myocardium ischemia, arrhythmia, all symptoms will come up...

Use other methods to resist Long Wei!

Mage armor?

Mental strength?
Gretel subconsciously propped up the magic shield.It's not the mage's armor, it's not the shield technique, but all the magic power that the mage can mobilize, flowing and stirring, weaving into the most primitive cover.Well, it's better, the feeling of oppression is not 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, gathered into a streamlined shape, and made into a bullet shape in the front...

Following Gretel's thoughts, the magic shield gradually deformed, tightened, and thickened.Soon, more spiritual power penetrated into the shield, pushing away the Longwei from the outside world.In the dragon nest above, the silver dragon Ophelia propped her chin and nodded with a smile:
"The little guy is good. He finally reacted and started to temper his mental strength. However, with this little ability, he can't walk in front of me... Huh?"

On the oak stick in Gretel's right hand, there are four green leaves, automatic without wind.The whole wooden stick seemed to come alive, taking root, sprouting, green and glistening, desperately growing upwards.Before I knew it, I had grown more than half a foot taller.

Meanwhile, a surge of vitality appeared at the tip of Gretel's shield.Weak, immature, but unyielding, she insisted on finding a way out of her suppressed Longwei!
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