Sword of Autumn Wind

In a world hanging by a thread, where fragile order crumbles under the weight of arrogance, an empire's ambition reignites the catastrophes of a forgotten age. 
Ancient souls, long slumbering, awaken to a realm haunted by echoes of castles and towers, consumed by lust, betrayal, and bloodshed. 
Amid the chaos, mysterious cards—relics of a bygone era—stir with untold power, weaving the threads of magic and fate. 
As the past and present collide, an inevitable doom looms on the horizon, drawing ever closer with each passing moment!

Knights and Magic Wand

As Leon brought forth the crossbow arrow as large as a short spear, named Hilgard, the burly mage could hardly wait to get his hands on it and examine it closely.


He flicked off the dried blood scabs on the crossbow arrow and leaned in to scrutinize the intricate runes and demon runes on the shaft.


Discerning their secrets, Hilgard couldn't help but marvel.


"Incredible..." The more he studied, the more astonished he became, not only in admiration of the ingenious application of the demon runes but also in reverence of the maker's profound understanding of the ancient magic language.


"It's no wonder it's from Athias, the knowledge of the kingdom of mages is truly mesmerizing."


Setting the rune crossbow arrow aside for the moment, Hilgard turned to the young knight in front of him and proposed, "Sir Leon, would you be willing to sell it to me?


To you, this is merely a crossbow arrow engraved with patterns, but it's very helpful for my research."


Chapter 56 Northern Wizard