"Woo-woo-clang-clang."
In the wilderness between the mountains, a train billowing long plumes of black smoke roared past, causing the frightened beasts around the tracks to flee, mistaking it for a fierce serpent.
After moving a distance away and sensing no danger, the herd of beasts stopped and stared back in confusion.
At that moment, a head popped out from a train carriage and grinned at them, truly scaring the herd this time, making them collapse to the ground one by one.
"No way, is my smile really that frightening?" Locke paused for a moment, then expressed speechlessly.
"What do you think? The strength of these fire-browed antelopes at most doesn't exceed Level 1, and compared to your life level, the gap is too vast. It's already good that they didn't faint to death."
The person sitting across from him replied casually. If familiar people were present, they could easily recognize this was Danaila's throne of the true Witch King.
