"On it!" The Iron Cross mercenary in front shouted.

Everyone hurriedly looked up, and saw countless snow monsters emerging on the cliff on the left side of the mountain road.

Without hesitation, the gunmen of the Iron Cross threw their heads upwards and began to shoot.

Bullets flew all over the sky, the snow monster roared wildly, and Asker stared at the sight of flesh and blood flying above, and suddenly frowned.

As a social creature, the snow monster is not completely inintelligent like the thorn bird. Since they lack the means to deal with the enemy from a distance, how can they deliberately expose themselves above and then get shot for no reason?

Reversing the mind, if there is a reason to have to be exposed, that is, ...... The snow monster is trying to lure the mercenaries into shooting?

Shoot......

Asker's face suddenly changed, and he remembered the plot of a certain dungeon that had been circulated in the forum in his previous life.

Of course, not on Mount Tegetus, but on the northernmost point of the continent, Peak Garge, the two teams of players clashed during the quest, and the gunners and mages attacked first due to the distance between the two sides.

Then, the dense gunfire triggered an even greater natural disaster.

Avalanche.

"Everyone, move closer to me!" When Asker's screams came out, the soles of his feet were rumbling and trembling.

The snow monsters above the cliff have fallen en masse, frantically digging into the snowdrifts underground, burying their bodies with the help of the layers of snow.

And above the higher mountains, a flood of slush is pouring down. To make matters worse, most of the Gunslinger mercenaries were grouped together to shoot the snow monster overhead, which was right in the middle of the avalanche route.

In just three or four seconds, the avalanche reached everyone's location, and a large number of mercenaries were caught off guard by the torrent of ice and snow. The chaos was filled with the shouts of people, the sound of gunfire, and the grinding of ice and snow like the grinding of the devil's teeth.

The Azure Sword was the quickest to react - Asker, to be exact, the first to realize this and warn him, and the girls didn't understand what was coming, but they rushed towards him.

By the time Andrea and Herman understood something, the avalanche had already rushed within easy reach, but it was too late to react.

At this time, the inner side of the mountain road where everyone was located was a rocky cliff close to 90 degrees.

Theoretically, hiding in a dead corner close to the bottom of the cliff is perfectly protected from being swept away by an avalanche.

However, the danger of an avalanche is not only to be washed away, but also to be buried alive. If the avalanche becomes too large, the bottom of the cliff is likely to be quickly sealed by a 5-10 meter layer of snow.

In this world, don't expect any snow-capped mountain search and rescue helicopters to follow. Being buried in the snow and not being able to get out is tantamount to a gradual and slow death.

The outer side of the trail is a gentle slope with an elevation angle of about 30 degrees, and it is steeped after a descent of about 100 meters.

At this time, it is too risky to teleport back to Hearth Fire Island, after all, there are a large number of people from the Iron Cross Mercenary Group present, and there are many people.

In case someone witnesses the team teleporting and disappearing en masse, then Aske can only turn against the Iron Cross and kill people.

Otherwise, if this kind of thing spreads outside, it will eventually attract unnecessary covetousness - collective teleportation, if not a half-dimensional fragment, must be some kind of high-level and rare transcendent item.

His gaze swept over the side of the lightning and fire, and Asker finally found a raised rock in one of them.

Quickly leading the group to the bottom of the rock, Asker realized that it didn't seem to be as safe as expected.

Rocks can hold back avalanche torrents – only in a small area under the rocks.

Eleanor and Sidlifa, on the other hand, were wearing heavy armor at this time, but they took up most of the area for a while.

So much so that the other girls had almost no place to stand, so they could only squeeze desperately under the rocks, hugging each other to fix their bodies, and their faces turned pale with fright.

Asker and Medea stood on the outermost side, the former grabbing Eleanor's armarmor and the latter about to grab Asker's arm, when there was a sudden apparent hesitation.

Her androphobia flare-up.

Just for a moment, before she could make up her mind to grab Asker, Medea's feet slipped, and the whole person was swept away by the avalanche torrent around her.

Damn it! Amid the screams of the girls, Asr let go of Eleanor's armarmor and threw himself into the snow below.

His spirit was tensed to the extreme, and his gaze swept down like a falcon.

The snow flow is extremely fast, and Asker is rushing downwards even faster. The foothold of each of his dashes was a looming bulge in the snow—below that was a rock that had not yet had time to be completely covered by the snow.

Ice and snow have much less friction than rock formations. If he fails to penetrate the snow and step on the rocks the next time, he is in danger of slipping and capsizing on the soles of his boots.

At this time, more than 20 meters away from Medea, Aske rushed down the hillside, his eyes locked on the fiery red hair in the snow stream below, and suddenly his feet slipped.

It wasn't that he was in the wrong place, but that the rock surface he stepped on this time happened to be covered by a thin layer of ice, which instantly caused the soles of his boots to slip off.

The moment his body toppled, Aske, who was about to lose his balance, suddenly turned around and drew his sword, and the blade pierced through the ice and snow into the dirt below, allowing him to quickly use his strength to grasp the center of gravity.

The next second, he let go of the hilt of his sword and kicked his feet on the slope.

In the moment when he used his strength to stabilize his body, Medea was swept down more than ten meters away by the avalanche, so that he could only adopt a more aggressive pursuit strategy.

Switch from running to jumping, using gravity to speed up yourself.

Asker jumped in the air, like an eagle gliding on the snow and ice, his whole body almost curled up in a ball, but his arms were spread out to keep his balance.

Just as he was about to fall back to the ground, his legs slammed into the snow, pushing his body into the air again.

After three or four jumps in a row, he quickly approached Medea's position, and he could even see the expression on the other person's face - as if he was a small animal facing a natural disaster, full of fear, despair and unwillingness.

Then Aske pounced on him and embraced Medea in the torrent of avalanches.

"You!" Medea, who was dizzy from the avalanche, was stunned for two or three seconds before realizing that it was Aske who was holding her tightly.

Flames of fear suddenly erupted from all around him, and in an instant, he was dissipated by the surrounding ice and snow.

"Let it go!" Medea cried out.

"Let it go and you're dead!" Aske yelled back.

"Don't let him go!" Medusa in her heart also began to scream, and she could feel a lot of pain pouring out.

Medea's trepidation and horror at being embraced by a man, and Asker's pain from being scorched by the flames and heat, were rapidly building her strength.

"If you don't let go, you'll die!" Medea was horrified to see the flames rising from her own skin, hurtling up his arm.

Asker's cotton armor was burning, and the chainmail underneath was burning red-hot, the flames scorching his cheeks like snakes, wrestling with the snow and ice around him.

His hair was on fire, his eyebrows were already on fire, and the sparks were like fireflies flying in the air.

However, the man's expression remained resolute and calm, as if the flame had no temperature at all, and as if he had not felt any pain, but only hugged her with great force, preventing her from being pushed into the abyss of death by the torrent of avalanches.

Damn it! I have to ...... Suppress ......

This damn flame!

Medea screamed hysterically, she couldn't even make out what she was screaming, as if her consciousness had risen into the clouds, and below it were mountains of endless fear, disgust, and hostility.

The huge clouds were rapidly pressing down—it was her will, her thoughts and determinations as strong as thunder, to suppress the negative instincts that could not be restrained from her flesh with a force that almost burst out like a burning soul!

Finally.

Asker's body shook suddenly, and Medea's heart also shook violently.

The moment she landed on the ground at the bottom of the valley, the man jerked over and spine-snapped the deadly impact on her back.

Immediately after, the boundless ice and snow crashed down, engulfing the two in the white world.