Murin Tristan let out a strange yell and started running back with all his might. He knew exactly how powerful the storm was. Not to mention a person, even a large truck weighing dozens of tons could be easily swept away.
However, a person's speed was no match for the wind. In an instant, the storm was upon him. Murin Tristan didn't even have time to let out a grunt before disappearing into the boundless snow and wind.
When Murin Tristan slowly regained consciousness, the snow had stopped. He saw the stars filling the sky, indicating that it was already night. Most of his body was buried in the snow, and his blood almost seemed to have congealed. Fortunately, the snow had saved him from falling to death. Less than a meter away from him was a large black rock. How dangerous! If the storm had thrown him just a little bit closer, he would have been smashed to pieces. What rotten luck! First, he encountered a black hole, and now this storm. When fate decides to make someone unlucky, there's really nothing to be done about it.
Murin Tristan was so frustrated that he felt his hormones were out of balance. He wanted to curse as usual, but his tongue was almost frozen stiff, so he could only curse inwardly. Just as he was about to get up, a sudden sense of danger flashed through his mind. Murin Tristan looked up and was almost scared to death. By the starlight reflected off the snow, he could vaguely see a monster made entirely of snow less than ten meters ahead. Its head was like a lantern, and it was a full three meters tall. However, its legs were very short, disproportionate to its long body. Its two feet were as thick as an elephant's, and its small mung - bean - like eyes were like two small light bulbs, glowing with a dim green light. Its body, which looked rather stupid at first glance, combined with such eyes and a lantern - like head, made it look extremely strange and terrifying. What was even more terrifying was its identity - a Snow Soul Spirit, exactly as described by Sean.
Although the Snow Soul Spirit's eyes looked terrifying, its eyesight was actually very poor. It usually couldn't see clearly things more than ten meters away and relied more on its sense of smell to determine the position of its enemies. Murin Tristan forced himself to suppress his fear, hid behind the rock, held his breath tightly, and lay motionless in the snow. It was too late to run away. Within a thirty - meter radius was the Snow Soul Spirit's attack range, and running around randomly might even lead him to encounter more Snow Soul Spirits. If he was surrounded, he would really be doomed.
Perhaps it was the rock that provided cover, or the fact that Murin Tristan had completely held his breath. The Snow Soul Spirit didn't notice him. It exhaled thick white mist from its mouth and staggered past the front of the rock. Murin Tristan could feel the cold air coming from it, which was even colder than the ice and snow. He almost shivered, but he didn't dare to. That would probably cost him his life. This Snow Soul Spirit was walking incredibly slowly, as leisurely as if it were taking a stroll. Murin Tristan held his breath for over a minute, and his face turned bright red. Only then did the Snow Soul Spirit slowly walk more than thirty meters away. Murin Tristan couldn't hold it in any longer. Otherwise, he would suffocate. He gasped for air greedily, like a fish that had been out of water for a long time. Fortunately, the Snow Soul Spirit's sense of smell was much less sensitive compared to other magical beasts, and it didn't notice this intruder.
Murin Tristan waited until the Snow Soul Spirit was far away before daring to stand up and shake off the snowflakes on his body. He immediately started thinking about how to leave. No one could guarantee that there wouldn't be a second or third Snow Soul Spirit appearing later.
He looked around. In the vast snow - covered plain, there were already some high and low black dots, which were large and small rocks. Murin Tristan was already dizzy and disoriented, not knowing which way was the road. He looked left and right, front and back, and finally felt that the entire snow - covered plain was spinning. In a wide area with almost the same color, a person's sense of direction would greatly decline, especially at night. Although he was eager to go down the mountain immediately, Murin Tristan finally made a reluctant decision - to stay on the mountain top for the night. Staying in a place full of monsters for a night sounded crazy, but it was the wisest choice. At night, his field of vision was not much better than that of the Snow Soul Spirit. Running around like a headless chicken, he was likely to encounter those monsters. During the day, with sufficient light, he could at least take advantage of his better eyesight, quickly avoid them when he saw them from afar, and it was also easier to determine the direction to go down the mountain.
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However, this place was obviously not safe enough. He had to find a more secluded place to hide. One couldn't always be so lucky. He had managed to hold his breath and get away with it this time, but he couldn't count on God to be so kind to him next time.
Murin Tristan sneaked around in the dark. Finally, he was pleasantly surprised to find a small cave ahead. It was originally a complete huge rock, but for some unknown reason, the middle part had cracked, forming a natural cave. The entrance of the cave was so narrow that only one person could enter or exit, and one had to squat down to barely squeeze in. It also looked quite deep. Instead of being alarmed, Murin Tristan was delighted. If the entrance was small, even if the Snow Soul Spirits discovered his whereabouts, they couldn't get in.
Murin Tristan immediately crawled in on all fours. After crawling about seven or eight meters, the cave gradually became wider, but it also got darker. After crawling a few more meters, he touched the cave wall in front of him. He had reached the end. It was pitch - black here. Murin Tristan groped around and took out a small emergency magic lamp from his storage pearl. After chanting a spell to make it light up, he could finally see the cave clearly. The top of the cave was three meters high and five meters wide at its widest point. It was a relatively comfortable place to stay, not too oppressive. What made Murin Tristan even happier was that it was clean and warm inside. In this extremely cold snow - covered plain, it was like heaven.
"Growl." The protest from his stomach reminded Murin Tristan that he was starving. He realized that he hadn't eaten a single grain of rice since breakfast. Fortunately, there was still a piece of bread in his storage pearl. Morian had suggested bringing it because the Thunderous Mountain Range was not a small place, and they might not be able to return by noon. Now Murin Tristan thought Morian was really wise. If it weren't for him, he would have to starve until the next morning, and he didn't know if he would still have the strength to go down the mountain.
Chewing on the cold and hard bread, Murin Tristan couldn't help but think of the steaming beast milk. He sighed. It was good enough to be able to fill his stomach. He couldn't afford to be picky now.
No matter how well one planned, things could still go wrong. No matter how cautious he was, he never expected to encounter that sudden storm and be swept into the depths of the snow - covered area. Murin Tristan began to regret why he had been so impulsive, ignoring Morian's advice and wasting time practicing that damned "Nun's Madness" for no good reason. This moment of impulse might cost him his life. But there was no use crying over spilled milk. No matter how crazy Murin Tristan got, everything had already happened. Murin Tristan learned a painful but valuable lesson: In the Divine Wind Continent, which was full of magical beasts everywhere, he had to think twice before doing anything and never be impulsive again. Of course, this was only if he could survive, because lessons were of no value to the dead.
After barely filling his stomach, Murin Tristan looked at his watch. It was the only thing with sentimental value that he had brought from Earth.
Converting to the time of the Divine Wind Continent, it was already midnight. That storm had lasted a long time.
Sitting against the wall, Murin Tristan wanted to sleep until dawn. The quiet cave should have been the ideal place to rest, but Murin Tristan found that he couldn't fall asleep at all. It was too quiet in the cave, making him feel nervous. He would rather have a frog croaking. Maybe that would make him feel better. Perhaps it was also because he was worried about whether he could go down the mountain tomorrow. Murin Tristan's eyes kept opening and closing, and he was extremely irritable. Finally, he simply sat up.
In fact, the most terrifying thing in the world is not death, but loneliness. A person who is extremely lonely may even commit suicide because they can't bear it. Murin Tristan was experiencing that unforgettable feeling. The quiet cave was so deathly silent. There was not a single companion, not even a small ant. A sense of confusion, helplessness, and depression... all kinds of complex negative emotions welled up in his heart, slowly eroding his patience and even his soul.
Murin Tristan felt that if he didn't find something to do, he would go crazy before dawn. Thinking of "Nun's Madness", he had suffered a lot while practicing it. Anyway, he had nothing to do and couldn't sleep. So he might as well give it a try to see if he could succeed. After all, he had risked his life for it!