Chapter 12 [Using magic to fight sandstorms]
“Okay, let’s not dwell on the past.”
Yang An turned around, his face serious.
With his eyesight, he was able to see the buried ruins of the ancient city. A storm was gathering near Zagrama Mountain, and an unknown gloomy aura emerged from the original location of the ghost cave. .
Shit, this is not because the snake god was disturbed from his sleep and was angry.
Why don't you run now? What are you waiting for?
Yang An hurriedly interrupted An Liman's inquiry: "Let's leave quickly. If we run late, we will be buried here by the sandstorm. As for the others."
Yang An looked seriously and shook his head.
An Li had a look of horror on his face. Looking at Yang An's attitude, he knew that everyone else was gone. At this moment, he swallowed in a panic.
Help fix Ye Yixin’s body.
Hu Bayi took Professor Chen, and the others each rode a camel.
They rushed outside the canyon in the direction they came from.
Running without stopping for more than two hours.
At this time, the originally clear sky turned completely dark. An Liman rode on the front camel, shouting at the camels to spread their hooves and run wildly outward.
The wind whistled like a devil's whisper.
People who were blown away couldn't see the road ahead clearly. Thousands of tons of fine gravel were carried by the strong wind to form a tornado, smashing into everyone.
They are now in the eye of the storm. If they want to escape, they have to run outside. Unfortunately, this sandstorm is unprecedentedly big.
I have been running for a long time but there is no improvement.
There was flying sand and rocks all around, and even the camel in front of me could not be seen clearly.
Yang An was okay, his physical fitness was here, his body sank slightly, and he firmly grasped the reins of the camel under him.
He was more worried about Shirley Yang and the others behind him.
The group of people had not had a good rest since they went down to the underground ruins of Jingjue Ancient City. Both their energy and physical strength were not as good as usual.
At this moment, An Liman, who was leading the run, began to slow down.
Yang An wanted to ask.
But in such a strong wind, if you open your mouth, there will be a mouthful of sand, and even if you shout, you will not be able to reach the other party's ears.
But he could vaguely see Uncle Anliman gesturing downwards, meaning to ask them to stop?
They had been running for more than two hours. Not only did the camels slow down, but they gradually began to show signs of being disobedient. When they stopped, they all immediately formed a circle.
Put your head down.
No matter how hard you try, they refuse to raise their heads. In the face of such a natural disaster, even the desert camels that are boating on dry land can only wait in vain to be buried by the wind and sand.
A group of people came down.
After counting the number of people, Yang An breathed a sigh of relief, everyone was there.
Needless to say, everyone relied on the camels to start building a sand wall. Now they can only stay, gather in the center of the camels, and let nature take its course.
Hu Bayi and Fatty Wang were shoveling sand desperately there, but their speed was far less than the speed of the sand blown by the wind.
This cannot continue.
Yang An frowned, and while holding Shirley Yang firmly to prevent her from being blown away, she thought about what else to do.
If it were before, he might not be able to count on anything, but now, Yang An is no longer alone in his quest for survival.
And the other two of him in the heavens, combine all their power.
Yang An closed his eyes.
Brows furrowed, he constructed an invisible anti-sand wall in his mind. Invisible anti-sand wall
Hu Bayi worked for a long time and found that Yang An was standing there, standing still. I was anxious and wanted to pull Yang An over and ask him to come and work together.
As a result, before he could get close to Yang An, Hu Bayi felt as if he had been pushed, and he couldn't help but stumble backward.
Suddenly, Hu Bayi felt that the wind and sand around him seemed to become smaller. The next moment, he widened his eyes behind his goggles.
No!
It's not that the wind and sand have become smaller, but that the wind and sand have been blocked. With the circle formed by the camels as the center, you can see that the sand and dust swept by the surrounding wind have not weakened at all. Only in the circle formed by the camels, the wind and sand seemed to have reduced a lot, and we could even gradually see the surroundings clearly.
This contrast is very obvious.
‘It’s like a porcelain bowl turned upside down. ’
This idea flashed through Hu Bayi’s mind instantly.
Is this Hu Da’s spiritual appearance?
Or... Hu Bayi turned his gaze to Yang An, who was standing motionless in the center. His eyes were closed and his hands were raised, as if he was controlling something.
"Damn... Mr. Yang... cough, can you control the sand?!"
The fat man who was still working hard felt that the wind and sand had decreased, and thought that the sandstorm had passed, but when he looked up, he realized that something was wrong. , hurriedly found Lao Hu, and saw Yang An standing upright, and couldn't help but exclaimed.
This is a magical scene.
Even Uncle An Liman was shocked. He stared straight at Yang An, fell to his knees, held his chest with one hand and prayed to Hu Da plausibly.
“Thank you, Almighty Hu Da, for sending us messengers and performing miracles to help us survive”
"Fucking fart!"
The fat man couldn't stand this the most. It's obvious that Mr. Yang is a powerful person. It's none of your business, Hu Da.
But Hu Bayi stopped him by shouting: "That's enough, fat man, don't disturb Mr. Yang."
It can be seen that Yang An is very strenuous, and his body is shaking slightly.
Of course this is not a miracle, and it has nothing to do with the Zagrama clan. It is purely the activation of the magic power of the wizard Yang An.
There seems to be no blue bar or specific power level in the Harry Potter world. In addition to your innate magic strength, what determines your upper limit is your understanding of idealism.
In other words - I think this can be done. The more I believe that I can do it, the more powerful the magic will be.
The legendary ‘I Xunsi’ method.
Although Yang An has not officially started learning magic, the magic power is flowing in his body, and it depends on whether he can make good use of it.
Yang An takes advantage of the point of ‘idealism’ and keeps telling himself that he can keep the wind and sand out, and he can keep the wind and sand out
This is the success!
“Don’t be stunned, hurry up and build a wall of sand!”
Shirley Yang was the first to react. Even though she was as shocked as anyone else, she trusted Yang An more. No matter where her brother's strength comes from, she believes that Yang An will give her a reasonable explanation.
So now, without knowing how long Yang An can last, the most important thing is to seize the time to survive.
“Okay.”
Seeing the hope of survival, Hu Bayi and Fatty worked hard to excavate, and An Liman and Shirley Yang also joined in to help.
The four people worked together to quickly build a sand prevention wall.
It turned out not long after it was built.
Yang An was finally exhausted and his body swayed, and the strong wind that was isolated from the outside swept the temporary refuge in an instant.
I don’t know how long it has been.
When Yang An woke up again, it was already bright, and it seemed that a full day and night had passed.
Most of his body was buried in the soil, and he struggled several times before struggling to escape from the sand.
The dark sandstorm also disappeared without a trace.
"Little Yang, cough, are you finally awake?"
Next to him, Hu Bayi, who had not slept all night, was falling to the ground exhausted. The three of them took turns last night I have been digging sand almost non-stop to survive until now.
Professor Chen and Yang An are the luckiest.
After confirming that everyone was unharmed, Yang An helped Shirley Yang climb up the sand dune, and a shocking scene appeared.
The two black giants that originally stood at the end of the horizon - Zagrama Sacred Mountain, together with the lost ancient city of Jingjue.
The sacrificed members of the archaeological team and the strange and strange things they experienced were all buried in the depths of the vast sea of sand.
Just as the prophet predicted, all sins were buried in the yellow sand.
(End of this chapter)