“Kiek? It really exists!” Mirian exclaimed.

“Right. But doesn’t he look more like a monkey than an ogre?” Galfredik remarked.

“It’s different from a regular ogre. Different. It’s known as a snow ogre, but its official name is Yeti. It’s also known as the snowman, and it’s an ice-type high-ranking monster. They’re quite rare,” Romari explained.

The spirit, vampire, and wizard whispered while huddled together in a makeshift cover made from putting branches together. They were stationed at the foot of the mountain, and their position overlooked the forest.

“Really? Is it stronger than an ogre?” Galfredik asked. He felt his blood boil with excitement at the appearance of a brand-new monster. It would be a great achievement for him as a knight to kill the monster.

“They’re probably similar in strength, but I think a yeti is much stronger in a cold environment since the source of its life is the cold itself. That’s why it’s said to be difficult to even approach a yeti. Its breath will cause metal to get frosty and all living creatures to slow down,” Romari responded.

“Hooh. That’s amazing,” Galfredik exclaimed. Contrary to his words, however, his eyes shone with fighting spirit as he glared at the yeti.

All of a sudden, the yeti threw the griffon against a large cliff, then thumped its chest with its long arms while roaring.

Kuwuuuuugh!...