Noland Lee looked at him, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly - the other party's words were like tempting fate, making people feel a bit uneasy...
The wheels turned, and the body of the vehicle swayed.
The steam train drove along the bumpy road, leaving behind a meandering trail of steam.
In the rumble of the steam boiler, the soldiers marched towards their destiny... or perhaps towards their graves.
...
Grave No. 717 had arrived.
It was located in a ruin filled with jumbled rocks, with a relatively low terrain.
Like Grave No.1079, Grave No.717 also had a magnificent entrance.
On the tall stone archway, traces of wind erosion were visible, giving off an ancient and lifeless atmosphere.
Facing this historically significant building once more, Noland Lee seemed to be much more composed than when he had entered Grave No.1079 before.
He combined the grave scene he saw with the ancient history in his mind to deduce quite a bit of information.
