The snow stopped.
The snow on the ground is also melting.
The Iron Cross Mercenaries looked at the snow monsters running around in confusion. Even when bullets shot into their bodies, the snow monsters did not turn back.
The temperature began to rise noticeably, and some mercenaries even felt hot and could not help but take off their fur clothes.
After a thorough search in the vicinity, the mercenaries had to admit that if these snow monsters were determined to escape and hide, it would be difficult for the Iron Cross to find them.
Some snow monsters hide in caves or cracks in rocks, which are relatively easy to find. Some simply dig holes in the ground and bury themselves in them. How can we find them? Do we have to ask the mercenaries to turn over the surrounding soil
After searching for another four hours and only catching two snow monsters, Andrea reluctantly announced that he had to call it a day.
Back at the entrance to the mountain, the Iron Cross Mercenaries met the Blue Sword who had also returned.
"Hey, did you see that?" Andrea asked as soon as they met, with a puzzled look on his face. "This change seems to have ended inexplicably! The snow monsters started to flee in all directions."
"Indeed." Ask nodded, "But at least we can explain to the Spartans."
Andrea burst into tears: Who cares about the Spartans? What about the snow monsters? What about the piles of spiritual materials? Is this the end
When they returned to Sparta, they were naturally watched by the Spartans.
It's not a welcome, but a spectatorship.
The Spartans had a complicated mentality. On the one hand, they were happy that the mutation could be resolved, but on the other hand, they felt ashamed that the mutation was not resolved by them.
The Blue Sword was still okay, but the hostility in the eyes that everyone looked at the Iron Cross could not be concealed.
The Spartans were of the Cyrus race, and generally had brown eyes and black hair, while the Iron Cross mercenaries were mostly Franks, with blue eyes and blond hair. However, both ethnic groups were known for their abundant production of **.
If it weren't for the superficial harmony that was being maintained, perhaps a Spartan would make a move and challenge the Iron Cross mercenaries again to wash away the shame of their last defeat.
In the Spartan court, the two kings were very polite to the triumphant returnees and announced that they would become "Sparta's eternal comrades-in-arms"... a useless honorary title.
Andrea smiled at this. No matter how disdainful he felt in his heart, he still did his best to be flawless as the team leader.
Ask's reaction was much more realistic: after all, he had completed a dungeon, obtained a bunch of materials to sell, and gained a silver-quality artifact, which brought him one step closer to his goal of having all his members equipped with divine equipment.
Isn't it for this sense of accomplishment that we play games? Ask seemed to have found the time before he became a professional player, when he and a bunch of colleagues played dungeons during work hours to level up in the name of "competitive product monitoring".
I got a high-end axe and just gave it to a colleague who played with axes without even negotiating the price.
Afterwards, when he joined the club, all his gains in the game were subject to audit and supervision, and he could not deal with them at will. So he gradually withdrew from the game world and devoted himself to the confrontation and training of e-sports.