Chapter 410 The Last Bottle of Oxygen Is Left for You

The oxygen bottle Gretel took out was the one he asked Archmage Serrano to help prepare in order to climb the Dwarf Holy Mountain. The design idea is roughly copied from the oxygen bottles provided to tourists by tour groups 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 up with too much oxygen. Oxygen bottles are pressure vessels, which have extremely high requirements on the quality of the bottle. If it does not meet the standard, it would not be unusual for you to see it explode. He didn't want to touch a bottle and just take a few breaths of oxygen, and there would be a bang, and fragments would fly across his throat...

The mage armor probably can't block it, and adding a shield spell may not be able to block it either.

In short, due to various 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 an oxygen bottle is, well, a little better than a placebo.

At least Gretel took a few breaths of oxygen, his face turned from red to white, and he was halfway recovered. He made a mark on the oxygen bottle, put it back into the space bag, used a hiking stick in one hand and an oak stick in the other, half-bent his body, and continued to climb step by step.

"The snail is carrying that heavy shell and climbing 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 rock. He used both arms to push on the ground with his left leg. Taking advantage of the situation, the body rises upwards, shifts the center of gravity to the right leg, and then drags the left foot up and over the right foot:

"You are also very tired... Huh... Ha..."

Damn it, how could Bernard be so tired?

Grete suddenly reacted. Bernard is a level 7 warrior, much stronger than him. Logically speaking, when he collapses from exhaustion, Bernard should still be able to carry him with one hand and walk easily and swiftly. Why is it that now, while he is huffing and sweating, Bernard is too tired to lift his legs?

Altitude sickness?

It shouldn’t be. The last time I climbed the Dwarf Holy Mountain, I had a headache, palpitations, chest tightness, and shortness of breath. Bernard was still fine. Now, although he is tired, he has not yet experienced high reflexes. 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. 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 muffled thud:

"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!"

Okay...stress training, whatever suits you. Gretel raised his head, looked at the mountain peaks in the clouds and mist above, and sighed longly:

There is still a day and a half to go before the summit! 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 way, 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 cannot 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. Alas, the mental strength of barbarians is really poor...

Gretel has yet to intuitively feel how strong the silver dragon on the top of the mountain is. However, he soon felt the feeling of climbing the mountain with Long Wei.

Early on the third day, Gretel put on crampons in front of the campsite and crossed the snow line ahead. At the first step, I felt a "boom" in my forehead:

I go!

What kind of rhythm is this!

He leaned back reflexively, raised his hand, and rubbed his forehead. When he took that step just now, he felt dizzy and his ears buzzed, as if he had been hit in the face with a sap. My hair stood on end and my heart was beating wildly. 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 found it difficult to breathe and his heart was beating hard. My whole body was sore and my legs and feet were heavy. Every time I lifted it up, I felt like I had to use all my strength.

Then you have to climb!

If you don't climb up there, how can you see the silver dragon and ask for the magic of electrocardiogram!

Grete gritted his teeth and threw an [Inspiration Technique] to himself with his backhand. This magic blessing came up, like a shot of adrenaline, and my breathing became lighter. Immediately afterwards, vines grew out of his left and right hands at the same time, entangling his hands with the trekking poles and oak sticks.

"Bernard, let's go!"

"Okay, boss!"

Crampons made a clicking sound on the snow. Ophelia was lying on the dragon's nest, looking at Gretel's equipment curiously through the light curtain:

Crampons, gloves, two long sticks, hood, black glasses. The fur sleeves on the boots were wrapped up to the bottom of the knees to block the snow that poured into the boots. A hard tube protrudes from the collar on the back, and a water bag is connected underneath, allowing the owner to turn his head and 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 once in a while...

Gretel was still dizzy from crawling. The higher you go, the more powerful you get, the feeling of being heavy and suffocating. When I started, I still had enough time to look ahead and told Bernard to be careful. After climbing for half an hour, I only had enough strength to look down at the road and walk up step by step:

Raise your hands, set down your trekking poles, lift your feet, put your feet down...

My chest was burning, and my eyes were getting black. With every step he took, his entire foot sank deeply into the snow, all the way to his calves. When he straightened his rear leg again and pushed his whole body up a step, it felt like he was pushing away a huge boulder.

"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's fingers clenched on the space bag, let go, clenched, and let go again. Finally, he turned his head, gripped the trekking 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 road ahead will not depend on anything else, 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's not the mage's armor or the shield technique, but all the magic power that the mage can mobilize, flowing, stirring, and woven into the most primitive cover. Well, it’s getting 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 the front should be made into a bullet shape...

Following Gretel's thoughts, the magic shield gradually deformed, tightened, and thickened. Soon, more spiritual power seeped into the shield, opening up the dragon's power from the outside world. In the dragon's nest above, the silver dragon Ophelia held her 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 staff seemed to have come to life, taking root and sprouting. It was green and growing upwards. Before I knew it, I had grown more than half a foot taller.

And a vigorous vitality also appeared at the tip of Grete's shield. Weak, immature, but unyielding, she managed to find a way out of the dragon's power that she suppressed!

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