Chapitre 368: Chapter 227: Can a Stupid Skeleton Invent Magic?_1

From a bird's-eye view, a horse-drawn carriage and a unicorn were racing forward at a ninety-degree angle, coming closer and closer, until they eventually intersected at the apex.

The undead and demonic face on the carriage turned in shock, gazing at the 'horse' that brushed past them.

Atop this 'horse's' head sat a large cat, its back held an armored figure, a little girl, a skeleton, and a brass juvenile dragon. All of them squished together, eyes fixed on the carriage, shifting their gazes according to the alternating positions of both parties.

Finally passing each other, the carriage went from the left side of the other party to the right, the four atop the horse turned their heads with a swift whip, continuing to watch them intently.

The undead was shocked, was this still a horse?

The demonic face on the brazier blinked, muttering softly, "Why does this all seem familiar? Where have I seen them before?"