Chapter 572: Desperate survival

The good news is that the fall injury was not as serious as I had just worried about. The fibula in the left leg was slightly fractured, the right leg was severely injured, and the tibia was broken into three pieces.
Thinking optimistically, I fell down from a high altitude and did not fall into a meatloaf on the spot, nor did I break the spine to cause complete paralysis. Only two legs were broken, which is worth thanking the goddess of fortune!
But the harsh environment made Joan not happy. In this ghostly place where there was no one to visit, there was no food, drink, or warm room for him to heal, so it was delayed, even if he was not starved to death, he could not escape in the mountains. Predator of the beast.
But what can he do?
Now that he was exhausted, it was impossible to escape from the boundless snow mountain with only his hands. Due to the unconsciousness of his lower limbs, even if he becomes an eagle, he cannot maintain balance in the air, let alone fly. Now he is more worried about whether he will be incontinent? That's really dead and humiliating!
In such a situation where every day should not be called, and even if the earth is not good, even if Joan Xiang is strong, he can't help but feel despair, his nose is sour, and tears are swirling in his eyes.
However, tears can't solve any problems. He can only use the "tears of God" to make a bottle of wound medicine to pour into his stomach. Although he can't cure the fracture, at least it can have pain relief effects.
After taking the medicine, Joan clenched his teeth and insisted on crawling down the hillside, moving his body to the leeward before exhausting the last trace of physical strength.
With his eyes wide open, he tried to look into the distance. Joan saw a winding path at the foot of the mountain. It seemed that there were occasional business travelers passing by. The snow-covered mountain roads could still be easily discerned.
What he saw made Joan feel a little relieved, and he lay slowly on the sloping hillside, using his strength to roll down. If he could roll all the way to the foot of the mountain and lie down across the middle of the trail, he would have a great chance of being rescued.
Such a big living person is lying in the middle of the road, and the good-hearted business travelers will not turn a blind eye?
Of course, it is not ruled out that there is a wicked guy who just stepped over him and ignored it, or took advantage of Siye's nobody, trying to steal his pocket finances and kill him.
However, Joanne always believes that there are still a lot of good people in the world. Even if he is out of luck and encounters bad people, he is not capable of resisting at all.
After all, taking risks and trying to save yourself is better than lying on the mountain and waiting for death.
It is a pity that his good luck seems to have run out, and the self-rescue operation has just run aground and ran aground.
Joan rolled down the and hit a crooked pine tree just halfway up the mountain. The severe pain from the waist at the moment of the impact made him almost faint, and he was stuck in the tree.
What's more unfortunate is that the snow on the trees was hit by the impact and fell down, like a thick white blanket covering him. Even if someone passed by under the mountain, there was no one lying in the snow pile.
Joan was so desperate that he lay on the snow with the urge to swear. After regaining some strength, he lifted his hand and pushed away the snow covering his face, so that when he heard the sound of wheels or horseshoes, he had a chance to call for help.
The plume sky seemed to be bottomless, and the goose feathers and snow fell endlessly, covering Joan's face very soon. He had to open his mouth and use the heat left in his body to melt the snow on his face, so that he could breathe smoothly, and fell asleep in sorrow and despair.
When he woke up, the sky was twilight, and a few rays of sunlight fell on Joan's face through the gloomy clouds, bringing him a little warmth and rekindling his hope of survival.
He doesn’t know how long he has been sleeping on the snowy mountain. From the perspective of the magic of
enduring environment
, it will not exceed 24 hours. From the point of view that his spell position and
mythical power
have recovered, the sleep time is also No less than two hours.
Resetting spell slots is good news, as long as there is mana, there is still hope. Joan propped up his upper body with both hands, sitting up with difficulty, pulled out the electric blade, cut off the branch that fell from the top of the head, trimmed it slightly, made two pairs of rough guards, clamped the place where the legs were broken, and tightened it with a bandage Tighten up.
The regular play is relatively simple, but it is sufficient to avoid the deterioration of the injury. After all, he does not want to be with his cane for a lifetime. From the crutches to the thought of his grandfather who was no longer alive, Qiao An's heart burst into an inexplicable sadness.
At this moment, a weird scream suddenly came from the top of the head, followed by footsteps from far and near.
Joanne was taken aback and hurriedly looked up to the top of the mountain. Just where he fell last night, a tall white figure appeared.
At first, Joan thought it was Snow Demon Wendigo who was catching up, and he was so desperate that he seemed to have no choice but to wait for death. However, after careful observation, he found that the white figure was far less than the tall and gigantic snow monster. His height was only about nine feet. His body was covered with thick white long hair, his arms were slender, and his lower limbs were shorter, but he was stronger and stronger. The ground crawls and jumps resembles apes and monkeys.
Joan guessed that the monster was mostly a snow ape living in the cold mountain area, and it was also considered a more aggressive beast, but the threat to him was far from being comparable to the horrible snow demon.
Thinking about it this way, Joan was relieved a little, clenching the dagger with his left hand, reaching into the jacket pocket with his right hand, and holding the revolver.
Now that he has limited mobility and is seriously injured, considering that the snow ape is a social animal, he doesn't want to provoke the other party unless he is forced to do so. In case a large group of snow apes are attracted, the trouble will be even greater.
Joan shrank back and leaned back against the tree trunk. The entire person was almost retracted into the depth of the fluffy snowdrift, leaving only a small hole to communicate with the outside world. It is convenient for breathing and can also be used as a channel to peep at the movement of the snow ape.
Thinking of hiding in the depths of the snowdrift, the traces left when I rolled down the last night have been covered by heavy snow. Joan felt that the snow ape at the top of the mountain was unlikely to find his hiding place, so he should wander for a while. gone.
However, what happened next deviated from his expectations.
The creature suspected of being a snow ape made two rounds around the area where he fell last night, sniffed around, and then ran down the hillside.
The of the terrain became gentle, and the monster stood upright, walking only on a strong body supported by both feet, and freed up his arms to pick up the scattered pine branches on the snow. After sniffing and smelling, he turned his head and looked down under the tree where Joan was hiding. come.
At this time, the distance between the two sides was only about 30 feet. Through the holes in the snow pile, Joan was in sight with the monster and was surprised to find that the white-haired monster had a dark face, regardless of his facial features. Still walking upright, more like humans than apes!
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