the Templars who lost two soldiers in succession are now close to each other, protecting each other from the sudden attack of snow. One of them can be easily killed by snow alone. The wise Templars are very careful now, for fear that the bloodthirsty monster with black fog will suddenly attack.

snow licks the blood on his fingers and looks at the Templars with a grim smile. He's trying to figure out which one to clean up first and how to get away. He can't go on fighting like this. Now he has only two ways to go. One is to eliminate these Templars quickly and then leave quickly....