The expression on Teacher Lewis’s face that I saw out of the corner of my eye was really funny.
After falling towards the cliff, I fell headfirst down the cliff.
As the falling speed became faster and faster, I unfolded the three layers of overlapping spider silk fabric connected to the limbs. I slightly adjusted the position of my hands, and my body changed from falling straight to gliding diagonally downwards.
As gravity accelerated, his speed became faster and faster. The rapid airflow was caught in the spider silk and directed backward, and his body quickly glided towards the foot of the mountain.
This is one of my achievements in the past few days, the wing suit, also known as the flying squirrel suit.
With this, I can reach the end point at the fastest speed, and slowly circle around on the magic locomotive or something!
The students who were waiting to watch the competition on the faster and wider section of the winding mountain road flew over their heads and heard their exclamations coming from behind.
I put away my hands and feet, spun a few times in mid-air, and said hello to the people below. Then I spread my limbs and continued to fly downwards.
It has to be said that wingsuit gliding is the equipment closest to solo flying.
The feeling of air sliding over your face, the feeling of flying freely by adjusting the position of your hands and feet at will, and the feeling of looking down at the earth are really amazing.
A rest area on the winding mountain road.
A wind magician apprentice and a fire magician apprentice are resting here.
"I actually forgot that the road is closed during this period today." The fire magic apprentice sat on a chair in the rest area and said helplessly.
"Because this is where all your thoughts have been for the past few days." The wind magic apprentice said with some collapse, pointing to the package placed aside.
"This is equipment prepared so that you can play with confidence, what's wrong?" the fire magician said calmly.
"Have you ever thought about how I feel?" The wind magician picked up the package and threw it at the fire magician. "Why don't you put it on yourself?"
"I'll wear it when I go on stage. What's wrong?" the fire magician asked in confusion.
"Oh my God, let me die. Sooner or later, my wisdom will be ruined by you." The wind magic apprentice said in pain, holding his head.
"Wait, what is that?" The fire magic apprentice pointed to the mountain.
"What?"
As soon as the wind magician raised his head, a white shadow flew over their heads with a "whoosh" sound.
"Is that 'flying'? Why can't I feel the magic of wind magic? It's so fast!" The fire magician turned around and asked.
"It's not flying. It's not using magic to fly at all, and the speed is no slower than flying." The windbreaker magician said with a surprised look on his face.
"Really?" The fire magician stared blankly at the white shadow continuing to fly towards the foot of the mountain, and then said. "Could it be flying using a magical machine? I heard that the dwarves and elves jointly developed a
A magical machine capable of flight."
"Impossible, even if it is a magic machine, it will use wind magic to accelerate when flying, but this person can't feel the magic wave at all." The wind magic apprentice hesitated for a moment and said with certainty.
"Then what does she rely on to fly?" The fire magic apprentice looked at the foot of the mountain.
"I'll go back and inquire about it. This may be the reason why the winding mountain road is closed. It should be easy to find out."
Above the hillside, I stared at the finish line at the foot of the mountain.
There are still a few hundred meters to go, it's almost there, it's time to slow down.
He retracted his limbs, stepped forward with both feet, and used the skill "Floating Adjustment" to change his body to an angle perpendicular to the direction of flight.
When he opened his limbs again, the silk between his limbs puffed up like a sail, and his speed dropped.
As soon as the rope hanging from the backpack was pulled, a parachute with a diameter of about 7 meters was pulled out by a small parachute and then opened.
One minute later, I landed lightly on the finish line.
Take off the parachute with force to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, and then prepare to fold the parachute again and put it away.
This thing costs almost 60 gold coins. If it breaks, I will cry.
It took me almost 10 minutes to put the parachute back into the parachute bag.
And the magic motorcycle "Meteor" driven by Peter finally appeared not far from the finish line.
"How is it possible? Aren't you supposed to be behind me?" Peter looked incredulous. "How could you be so fast?"
"I jumped down." I tied the knot on my backpack and said without looking back.
The winding mountain road goes behind the mountain for a long time, so it was normal for Peter not to see me flying on the hillside.
"Are you kidding me? You'll definitely fall to your death if you jump from such a height." Peter pointed at the steep hillside and said speechlessly.
"It's almost the same anyway, don't worry about the details." I put the packed umbrella bag on my back and said to Peter.
"Look, I can't drive a magic motorcycle, so help me drive it back first." I patted Peter on the shoulder, and then jumped on the "Meteor".
Sitting on the magic motorcycle driven by a dejected Peter, it slowly drove up the mountain.
"Hey, this speed is too slow. Compared with the speed of going down the mountain, you are climbing again." I sat in the magic motorcycle and looked at the scenery outside the window and said strangely.
At this speed, even if I throw away all the weight, I can run faster than it. What's the matter with the speed of nearly 60 yards going down the mountain?
"This magic motorcycle still has flaws. It doesn't have enough power. It can only use its full capabilities when going downhill." Peter looked ahead and said while holding the joystick.
"You guys are really..." Looking at Peter, I shook my head helplessly.
There's really nothing I can do about the uphill speed competition. After all, I can't bear to run for dozens of kilometers in a row, but you are actually trying your best to drive a defective magic motorcycle faster than downhill.
If the power is enough, the speed of this magic locomotive can definitely reach another level.
With its magical paving, this motorcycle didn't slow down even when turning on a hairpin curve, and turned straight past it.
Judging from the appearance of the car I saw, even if it is a hundred yards down the mountain, as long as the perpetrator can react, there will probably be no problem.
"Who would have thought you were so fast? You really didn't use the flying magic scroll." Peter, who was still unwilling to accept the reality, turned his head and looked at me.
"Hey, look ahead, there's a cliff below!" I pointed in front and said in horror.
I'm not afraid if I really fall off the cliff, I just kick open the car door and open the parachute again.
But if the magic motorcycle worth tens of thousands of gold coins falls, I will definitely cry to death. It will soon be mine. If it breaks, what should I do if I sell it for a low price?
Peter pulled the lever suddenly, and the magic light shone beside the magic locomotive. The locomotive almost made a 180-degree turn in a very short time and continued to drive towards the mountain.
"Huh." Seeing that the danger was over, I let out a breath, and then said to Peter unhappily. "Can't Instructor Lewis monitor our competition throughout the whole process? You'll know when you get up the mountain!"
"Now, you drive my magic motorcycle up the mountain." I said to Peter with my teeth bared. "If it's damaged, I'll pay you the price!"
"Yes!" Peter said without tears.
PS: Good kids, don’t play with wingsuits, the mortality rate is extremely high. As for the protagonist, even if he falls without any protection, he may not die.
