It was another spring.
On the path that was still covered in snow.
A line of carriages was moving forward, covered in dust.
The carriage's huge wheels left a row of deep ruts on the snow.
Both sides of the road were covered in snow.
In the carriage at the front, an old Necromancer was vigilantly watching the front.
After a certain period of time.
He would stop the convoy and take turns using " life detection " and " Vision " on the vast snow.
Until the spell's effect showed that nothing was wrong.
Only then would he order the convoy to continue moving forward.
Just like that, one carriage after another passed through the thick snow.
When they passed by an ordinary piece of snow.
"Woof! Phew!"
The skeletal horses suddenly began to pace back and forth on the spot, and the ghostly fire in their eyes began to flicker.
"Something's wrong, retreat!"
