Rusty Dragon

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

They all call me Great Master

The grim winter of North County was bone-chillingly cold.


After a blizzard fierce enough to freeze a man to death, it seemed as though a pause button had been pressed over the whole of North County, and everyone, including farmers, hunters, mercenaries, and even the lord's patrol teams and guards, huddled at home by the warmth of the fireplace. Even those without fireplaces in their watchtowers wrapped themselves up as tightly as possible with blankets—they all knew very well that in such weather, no one would cause trouble, nor would enemies appear.


Even the most vicious bandits and robbers hibernated during this time.


During the mid-Silver Age, a war actually broke out during North County's harsh winter.


In midsummer, it was because of the "Right of the First Night."


Within the Silent Territory of North County, over 30,000 people gathered, claiming to be a rebel force of a hundred thousand.


Chapter 578: Corpse Witch Wraith!