When the mercenaries arrived at the second camp at an altitude of about 5,000 meters, it was almost noon, and the rare unpolluted blue sky above them was like a clear ocean. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The howling cold wind kept scratching the face like a knife, and the snowflakes fluttering in the sky covered the entire view, and the visibility here was extremely low. But they still saw torn tents and sleeping bags on the ground.

"Is this the destroyed camp?"

The bearded mercenary captain squatted on the ground and picked up a piece of tent fragments, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and began to look closely.

The other soldiers in the back stood in place, nail guns in their hands, staring vigilantly at the ruins on the ground, and someone whispered, "Do you smell blood?" ”

The cold air flowed into the nostrils, and the soldiers present nodded gloomily, and indeed there was a faint smell of blood wafting over. Even though the camp in front of them was covered in snow, they could faintly discern the silhouette of the corpses beneath the snow.

The captain crouched on the ground, stretched out his hand and gently tore away a piece of snow, and a mutilated body appeared in front of everyone, the poor fellow had been frozen like a stone. The limbs and head were ripped off except for the torso, the skin was turned blue-white, and he was wearing a red hiking suit full of holes.

Even the mercenaries, who were accustomed to seeing dead bodies, took a step back when they saw the corpse, not because of the tragic death of this person, of course, but because of his unknown cause of death:

"What's the situation, is it really the 'snowman' who did it?" A mercenary with poor concentration stomped his foot slightly.

Although the commission they received this time was indeed to hunt the legendary unknown creature "Snowman", subconsciously, these mercenaries still did not want to believe that there was such a creature as "Snowman" in the world, and there was still a glimmer of hope in their hearts.

But now, that glimmer of hope has begun to quickly extinguish.

Because they know very well that this kind of death does not really look like a human being:

In tropical or temperate jungles, they have encountered guerrillas who kill people with extreme cruelty, but in such cold mountains, no one would go to such great lengths to tear people to pieces, and altitude sickness would not allow him to do so.

Could it be that the legendary "snowman" really exists?

While the soldiers were still thinking, the bearded captain raised the Gobo "Silver Trident" saber in his hand, and a vertebra was stuck in the tip of the knife:

"Hey, this guy even had his spine pulled out, and he died a miserable death."

"Captain, what do you think it's made of?" A soldier asked.

"I don't know." The bearded man stood up and put the saber back into the scabbard: "You guys first look for footprints or anything nearby......

Before he could finish his words, suddenly there was a sound of heavy, hurried footsteps from the snowstorm-obscured hillside ahead:

Knock, knock, knock.

Hearing the sound of a death knell coming from the blizzard, the bearded man hurriedly pulled out his nail gun and shouted, "Get ready for battle!" ”

Bang!

A tall "figure" loomed in the snowstorm, which was obviously much taller than the average person, and was about three meters taller than the average person.

Although the size is huge, the speed of the opponent is extremely fast, and with a wave of the huge arm, a soldier was directly beaten and flew ten meters away, hitting a big rock and not moving.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Luo, who had been hiding from a distance to watch the battle, sent a message to Frankenstein beside him with great interest: "This thing is probably a comminuted fracture of the whole body." ”

"Aren't we going up?" Frankenstein also sent a message that it was easier to communicate with the Executioner's Eye in a snowstorm than to speak.

"Why go up? It's not good to watch blockbusters here, this is a standard European and American horror movie plot. Looking at the miserable appearance of the mercenaries being killed one after another, Zhang Luo didn't have any intention of reaching out at all: "Since that monster has appeared, it is impossible for us to lose it." ”

With Pandora's bio-tracking field, as long as that "snowman" appears, it is impossible to escape! And now, the black suitcase in Zhang Luo's hand has already locked the location of the monster.

In this situation, Zhang Luo was naturally happy to be idle and continued to lie in the snow to watch the bloody performance ahead.

While he and Frankenstein were "talking and laughing", the team of seven mercenaries had been slaughtered to the point that only the captain and another silent soldier remained.

From Zhang Luo's point of view, he couldn't see the appearance of the "snowman", only the huge figure of the other party in the blizzard. And the bearded captain who raised his nail gun to the figure:

"Die!"

In the face of the unbelievable unknown creatures, even the bearded man, who is like a murderer, completely lost his original calmness, roared and aimed at the monster's head, and then pulled the trigger.

Crash!

The steel nails that flew out of the muzzle at high speed pierced the monster somewhere, under the gaze of Zhang Luo and Frankenstein, the figure in the blizzard suddenly twitched and howled loudly:

"Whew!"

The roar similar to a wolf's howl lingered on the snowy mountain for a long time, and even made the entire hillside begin to tremble, Zhang Luo, who was still lying in the snow to hide his whereabouts, frowned and asked, "Is this ......?"

"Avalanche." Frankenstein answered the question simply and crudely.

"Okay...... This is the first time I've encountered anything like this. Zhang Luo stood up as he spoke, then grabbed Frankenstein's hand, and the whole person rose into the air, instantly "flying" hundreds of meters.

Lowering his head, before he could see the monster's appearance, a snow-white monstrous "huge wave" came into his eyes, and the howling wind poured down at a frantic speed, instantly swallowing the silver-covered boulders and trees on the hillside.

Without a doubt, that is the worst nightmare of any mountaineer – an avalanche!

Zhang Luo and Frankenstein, who were standing in the air, witnessed that the location they had just been covered by an avalanche in three seconds, and the monsters and mercenaries who were still fighting before didn't even have time to let go of a fart, and they were overwhelmed by the overwhelming torrent of blizzards!

"I'll go, fortunately, Lao Tzu reacted quickly......" Zhang Luo wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with palpitations, but found that it had already frozen.

"It's okay if you're standing down there." The girl in the mountaineering suit, who was also standing in the air, glanced at him.

Frankenstein did not turn on the built-in jet engine on his body at this time, but stood on the invisible "floor" created by Zhang Luo, and under the ability of domain control, even if he faced the avalanche, there would be no problems. But......

"I think this kind of 'show effect' is better." Zhang Luo smiled, looked down at the snow layer that was still flowing below, and silently communicated with the Demon Realm weapon in his hand:

"Is the monster still alive?"

"Life signals can be tracked." Pandora immediately replied, "But...... It doesn't seem to be the heretical creature just now. ”

"What's that? You don't think the human mercenaries survived, do you? Zhang Luo immediately asked.

-- Under an avalanche of this scale, the remaining two mercenaries should have returned to the west long ago. The monster that was swallowed by the avalanche was probably more than lucky.

"No, that's not just an ordinary human!"

Pandora had just reminded her, only to see that in the still flowing snow, a human hand wearing white gloves suddenly stretched out, obviously the mercenary who had just been buried by the avalanche.

Witnessing this scene, Zhang Luo landed with Frankenstein, bent down and grabbed the other party's hand, easily dragged the guy out of the snow, looked at the other party's appearance wrapped in a layer of snow, and asked, "No problem, right?" ”

The guy coughed, then spoke in stilted English, "I'm fine." ”

Listening to the other party's unnatural pronunciation, Zhang Luo was about to continue asking, when he saw that the man had taken off his snow-covered goggles, revealing his narrow eyes and dark eyebrows.

Seeing that this person looked like an Asian, combined with the bad English pronunciation just now, Zhang Luo quickly learned the nationality of this person:

"Japanese?"

"In Shimoshimada Hanzo, thank you for saving your life." The other party's voice was very serious, and he also reported his name by the way.

"Sure enough, you're the only one in the world who can speak English like that." Zhang Luo smiled, shook hands with the man, and asked, "What are you here for?" Probably not an ordinary mercenary, right? ”

Zhang Luo noticed when he was watching the battle that this mercenary, who had never said a word, did not panic when facing the "snowman" just now, and he was able to climb out of an avalanche of this scale, and his strength was undoubtedly more than one level higher than that of ordinary mercenaries.

"I'm here to visit Master Zenyata and ask an old friend about his movements." Hanzo Shimada's voice was low.

"Coincidentally, we are also looking for Zenyata." Zhang Luo stared at each other's eyes and asked, "Do you want to go together?" ”

"I like to go it alone."

After speaking, Hanzo ran up the snow-capped hillside quickly, his movements extremely agile, and he didn't look like he had just experienced an avalanche.

"Since you like to work alone, why do you still join the mercenary organization? What a twisted asshole. Seeing the guy's back disappear, Zhang Luo sighed.

"Do you want to keep up?" Frankenstein asked.

"No, before I do that I want to figure out what that 'snowman' is." Zhang Luo said and looked down at his feet, it was a lot thicker snow than just now.

Rather than going to the mechanical monk to appease his anger, he is currently more concerned about the true body of the "snowman", although it is very troublesome, but now he can only dig through this snow to find the corpse.

He was about to activate "Domain Control" to forcibly tear open the snow under his feet, when he suddenly noticed that the snow trembled again, and this time it was a large, gray and stiff hand that looked like a corpse kept in a freezer.

Seeing that the monster was about to crawl out, Zhang Luo stopped Frankenstein, who was about to attack, stared intently at the location of the hand, and watched the "snowman" crawl out while roaring.

"You're not dead yet, man." Zhang Luo smiled.

Crawling out of the snow was a festering giant, with its huge arms and legs exposed to its tendons, and a white, frozen corpse on its shoulder, as if to take food back to its lodgings.

The guy's face was in tatters, and in some places his facial muscles were exposed. His huge eyes have no whites, like the weird ghosts that often appear in horror movies, and his nose is directly two holes, compared to his mouth is much more normal - but unfortunately the chin is missing.

Frankenstein frowned and spat out a name: "The Walking Dead." ”

"Well, it really doesn't look like a 'snowman.'" Zhang Luo agreed with the girl's point of view.

- This monster should be the culprit responsible for the bloodbath of the second climbing camp, but the legendary "snowman" should not be like this, because this creature is not an unknown creature, but a large walking corpse common among heretical creatures!

Although he could kill this monster without using his hands, Zhang Luo still didn't make a move, but just raised Pandora, which had transformed into a missile launcher, and aimed the muzzle of the black hole at the head of the walking corpse.

The monster didn't move.

"What are you doing? Run! Zhang Luo reminded angrily.

As if he was shocked by the terrifying energy on his body, or perhaps he understood this sentence, the walking corpse carrying the corpse turned around and ran, running towards the top of the hillside.

Frankenstein, who wanted to directly kill the monster for slicing research, could only watch Zhang Luo let the monster go, and then asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Tracking, of course." Zhang Luo said quickly: "Look at where this idiot lives, I think I might be able to find something there." ”

Even this kind of monster that seems to have a low IQ should have a fixed hideout, and judging by the fact that this guy will bring the body back, in its hideout, there should be some relics of the victims.

And among those relics, there may be something that interests you......

Thinking of this, Zhang Luo also immediately followed the direction reported by Pandora and quickly climbed the snow-capped hillside.

Then, at an altitude of about 5,500 meters, he found a hidden cave entrance.

The snow wall at the entrance to the cave serves as an ingenious barrier that cannot be seen by the climber unless he looks closely.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, feeling a wisp of cold air coming from inside, Zhang Luo narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice: "Not bad......

He thought the monster was hiding in a simple igloo or something, but this cave was indeed a surprise to him, and it was a good surprise.

Just as Zhang Luo was about to go in, Frankenstein, who had just arrived at the entrance of the cave, suddenly spoke:

"Energy fluctuations."

Hearing the overly brief remarks, Zhang Luo was stunned for a moment, and then immediately pointed to the entrance of the cave: "Inside? ”

"Well, it's strong, it should be a large machine." Frankenstein nodded.

――What kind of large machines are hidden in the snowy mountains that are extremely difficult to climb? Obviously, whatever the machine is, it can't have been built by humans!

Thinking of this, Zhang Luo's curiosity began to stir again, and he immediately turned on the night vision mode of the Executioner's Eye and strode into the dark passage. (To be continued.) )