Mage Joan

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 the blender: his body was almost torn apart by the storm, and his thinking was also mixed into a sparse, only feeling dim and dark, blank in his mind .

After a brief absence, Joan barely stayed awake in the storm, inspiring a "mythical force" to bless himself with "feathering."

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

At this moment, Joan is grateful for the predecessor of the Master who invented the "feather fall technique".

Among all the spells he masters, this is the only one that does not require spell-casting materials, spell-casting gestures, almost no need to maintain spell-focus, or even chant long spells, as long as a short word is spoken!

It is precisely because the casting process of "Feather Fall" is very simple, and the idea can be instantly instantaneously flashed, so it is possible to sacrifice this life-saving spell in time in a panic state of falling from the sky, otherwise I am afraid that until it is broken into a patty , Too late to cast a spell to save themselves.

"Feather fall technique" makes Joan temporarily safe, but his crisis is far from over.

After a quick glance, Joanne was surprised to see a huge storm cloud hovering behind him.

The dark cloud current flashes, wide and narrow at the top, shaped like a funnel. The top of the cloud is covered with a thick layer of ice and snow, and the manor and castle of Cloud Giant Archmage Vavrunier is located above the storm cloud. The existence of the survivor obtains the power of sustained suspension, and at the same time, it is constantly drifting away from Joan under the impetus of the storm cloud.

Not long ago, when Joan and his companions were still in the clouds, because the manor and the castle were under the protection of the magic enchantment, he could not feel how violent the storm outside the enchantment was, and he could hardly feel that the building was in the cloud. The castle has been moving at high speed. Now it is sucked out of the castle window by the airflow, out of the protection of the border, and it is too difficult to return to the castle.

Joan cast a spell to become an eagle, desperately flapping his wings and flying against the wind, trying to catch up with the cloud city that was gradually drifting away, but the violent airflow blowing against him made it very difficult for him to advance every inch, and had to give up the idea of ​​returning to the castle. Instead, he lowered the floating height and tried to search and rescue the companion who was also thrown out of the window by the air current.

Joan hovered for a long time in the sky, and saw three small black dots in the distance. He was circling counterclockwise with the huge tornado column supporting the cloud city, vaguely Clark, Shrek and Casio.

Joan didn't know if they had taken the "Yu Luo Potion". If they just watched so coldly, the three companions would be sucked into the storm center soon after, and the consequences would be disastrous.

Joan thought more and more anxious, hurriedly flapped his wings and chased up, intending to help before they were inhaled into the storm. Just near the edge of the storm, Joan realized that he had made a fatal mistake-he greatly underestimated the horror energy of the high-altitude tornado!

The consequences of self-improvement are very fatal, not to mention the rescue of his companion, and now he can’t even keep himself steady, wrapped in a strong air current and drifting towards the center of the storm, like a small sampan hitting the Shanghai whirlpool, there is no resistance at all The power, in a blink of an eye, is deeply immersed in it, and the consciousness is gradually blurred in the high-speed rotating airflow.

The wind screamed in the ears, and the frozen body had lost consciousness. Joan was drifting with the waves in this semi-comatose state and was forced to give his fate completely to the magnificent forces of nature to adjudicate.

As a small human being, the only thing he can do now is to grind his teeth and try to maintain the last sober will, even if it is finally torn apart by the storm, he must die clearly!

The flesh-and-blood body fights against the power of natural disasters. Such a contest is not fair. Fortunately, the various protective spells that Joan blessed in advance played a role in the life and death.

The magic flashed faintly in the storm clouds, and Joan’s body was hovering like a little sand and dust with the wind, and it was like running on the revolving ladder, descending layer by layer, one after another, I don’t know how long As if for a long century, he was finally drawn into the "wind eye" of the storm clouds.

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

As soon as he entered the portal, Joan felt a strong dizziness, and the overwhelmed Will Dam was finally crushed by this last straw and completely comatose.

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I don't know how long after that, Joan awakened from the endless darkness. The roaring wind around his ears made him realize that he might be alive, barely lifting his heavy eyelids, showing a silver world in front of him.

The mountains and mountains are covered with snow, and with the faint starlight, the rolling mountains covered with silver in the distance are vaguely visible.

Joan shuddered and exhaled a breath, and the breath was frozen into a white frost mist by the cold wind.

Lonely curled up on this strange snowfield, after the luck of escaping from death, now he has only two strong feelings-cold and pain!

Thanks to the protection of the gods, Joan found that his upper body was still conscious, and while still not frozen, he quickly extracted the last "Mythical Power" of today and blessed himself with a ring of spells "endurance environment".

The magical radiance flowed all over the body, and the biting chill gradually disappeared. Joan felt a little firmer in his heart and turned his head to look around. He found himself at the top of a sloping hillside. His body fell into a snowdrift and was almost completely buried.

Recalling his recent experience, Joan gradually sorted out his thoughts, guessing that after he was sucked into the high-altitude storm cloud, he was thrown down by the airflow until it fell on this unknown snow mountain.

The reason why I can still save my life till now is presumably due to the effect of "feather fall technique".

It is a pity that the height of the fall exceeded the duration of the feather fall technique, and he failed to protect him from falling to the ground safely. He still suffered a certain degree of injury, so that his lower body lost consciousness, as if both legs no longer belong to him.

Jo An settled down, holding back the pessimistic and desperate emotions, propped up to sit up, and looked at his leg injury.

When he was in his hometown of Delin, he followed Mr. Kaylandil to study medicine, and later went to Leiden College to study. Under the careful guidance of Rolls instructor, he further studied human anatomy. After a little inspection, he was right Know your current physical condition.

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