Chapter 572 Survival
The good news is that the fall was not as serious as I had feared just now. The fibula of the left leg was slightly fractured, and the right leg was more severely injured, with the tibia broken into three pieces.
Looking at the optimistic side, I fell from the sky, and I didn't fall into a meatloaf on the spot, and I didn't break my spine to cause complete paralysis. I only broke two legs. This is worthy of the blessing of Goddess of Destiny!
But the harsh environment made Qiao An unhappy. In this cold and inaccessible ghost place, there was no food, drink, or warm room for him to recuperate. If he continued to delay like this, even if he didn’t freeze to death and starve to death, he still couldn’t escape the mountains. Predation by wild animals.
But what could he do?
Now that he was exhausted, it was impossible to escape the vast snow-capped mountains by crawling with only his hands. Due to the loss of sensation in his lower limbs, even if he became a Hawkman, he would not be able to maintain his balance in the air, let alone fly. Now he is more worried about whether he will become incontinent? That's really embarrassing to die!
In this kind of situation where every day should not be done and the place is not working, even if Qiao An always prided himself on being strong, he couldn't help but feel despair, his nose was sore, and tears rolled in his eyes.
However, tears can't solve any problems. He can only use "Tears of God" to make a bottle of wound medicine and pour it down. Although it can't cure the fracture, it can at least relieve pain.
After taking the medicine, Joan gritted his teeth and insisted on crawling down the hillside, moving his body to the leeward slope before exhausting his last bit of energy.
Opening his eyes wide and trying his best to look into the distance, Joan saw a winding path at the foot of the mountain. It seemed that there would occasionally be business travelers passing by nearby. On the snow-covered mountain road, he could still vaguely recognize the ruts of the wheels.
What he saw in front of him made Joan feel a little relieved. He slowly lay flat on the sloping hillside and rolled down with all his strength. If he could roll all the way to the foot of the mountain and lie in the middle of the trail, he would have a great chance of being rescued.
With such a big living person lying in the middle of the road, well-meaning business travelers will not turn a blind eye, right?
Of course, it is not ruled out that there are those bad-hearted guys who just stepped over him and ignored him, or tried to steal his belongings while there was no one around, and killed him and dumped his body in the wilderness.
However, Joan always believes that there are still many good people in the world. Even if he is unlucky and encounters bad people, he is not without the ability to resist at all.
At the end of the day, it's better to take the risk and try to save yourself than to lie on a mountain and die.
It's a pity that his good luck seems to have run out, and he hit the rocks and ran aground just after the self-rescue operation started.
Joan rolled down the slope and bumped into a crooked-neck pine tree just halfway up the mountain. The sharp pain from his waist at the moment of the impact made him almost pass out, and he was just stuck on the tree and couldn't move.
What was even more unlucky was that the snow on the trees was impacted and fell down, covering him like a thick white blanket. Even if someone passed by at the bottom of the mountain, it was impossible to see that there was a person lying in the snowdrift.
Joan was so out of breath, he resisted the urge to swear and lay down on the snow, gasping for breath. Having regained some strength, he raised his hand to push away the snow covering his face, so that when he heard the sound of wheels or horseshoes, he still had a chance to call for help.
The leaden gray sky seemed bottomless, and heavy snow fell endlessly, covering Joan's face in a short time. He had to open his mouth to blow air, using the little heat left in his body to melt the snow on his face so that he could breathe smoothly, and fell asleep in a state of sorrow and despair.
When he woke up, the sky was twilight, and a few rays of sunlight fell on Qiao An's face through the gloomy clouds, bringing him some warmth and rekindling his hope of survival.
He didn't know how long he had been in a coma on the snow mountain. Judging from the fact that the magic power of "endurance environment" was still continuing, it would not exceed 24 hours, and judging from the fact that his spell slot and "myth power" had recovered, the sleeping time was also short. Not less than two hours.
Resetting spell slots is good news, as long as there is mana, there is hope. Joan propped up his upper body with both hands, sat up with difficulty, pulled out the electric light blade, cut off the branches hanging from the top of his head, trimmed it a little, made two rough guard plates, clamped the broken parts of his legs, and then tightened them with bandages. Bind up tightly.
The regular fight is relatively simple, but it is enough to prevent the injury from getting worse. After all, he doesn't want to be accompanied by crutches for the rest of his life. Thinking of the dead grandfather from the crutches, Qiao An felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.
At this moment, there was a strange long howl suddenly, followed by the sound of footsteps coming from far and near.
Joan was taken aback, and hurriedly looked up at the top of the mountain. Just where he fell last night, a tall white figure appeared.
At first, Joan thought it was Wendigo, the Snow Demon, who was catching up, but all thoughts were lost, as if he had no choice but to wait for death. However, after careful observation, he found that the white figure was far less tall and burly than the snow demon. He was only about nine feet tall, covered with thick white long hair, with slender arms and shorter lower limbs, but stronger and more powerful. The appearance of crawling and jumping on the ground resembles that of apes.
Joan guessed that the monster was probably a snow ape living in the cold mountains, and it was considered a relatively aggressive beast, but the threat to him was far from being comparable to the terrifying snow demon.
Thinking of this, Joan breathed a sigh of relief, holding the dagger tightly in his left hand, and reaching into his jacket pocket with his right hand, holding the revolver.
Now he was unable to move around and was seriously injured. Considering that the snow ape lived in groups, he didn't want to provoke the other party unless he had to. If a large group of snow apes were attracted, it would be a big trouble.
Joan shrank back and leaned against the tree trunk. His whole body was almost retracted into the depths of the fluffy snowdrift, leaving only a small hole to communicate with the outside world, which was convenient for breathing and also used as a channel to spy on the snow ape.
Thinking that he was hiding deep in the snowdrift, and that the ruts left by the snowfall when he rolled down the hillside last night were all covered by heavy snow, Joan felt that the snow ape on the top of the mountain was unlikely to find his hiding place. gone.
However, what happened next deviated from his expectations.
The suspected snow ape creature circled twice around the area where he fell last night, sniffing around, and then galloped down the hillside.
When the slope of the terrain eased, the monster stood upright and walked on foot with only its strong body supported by its feet. It freed its arms to pick up the scattered pine branches on the snow, sniffed and sniffed, and turned its head to look under the tree where Joan was hiding. come over.
At this time, the distance between the two sides was only about thirty feet. Through the hole in the snowdrift, Joan made eye contact with the monster, and was surprised to find that this monster covered with white hair had a pitch-black face, regardless of his facial features. It still walks upright, more like a human than an ape!
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