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

A field located between Longka and Selva Village.


Several riders clad in armor on their warhorses, accompanied by six members of the Lord's Guard and ten Longka Archers, stood on the vantage point of the hillside, quietly waiting.


This was indeed Leon and his party, with Olivia among them.


Beside them, the guards and archers were watching over the prisoners on the hillside behind them, whose hands and feet were shackled.


It wasn't long before, at the appointed time of noon, they saw a crude carriage approaching from below the hill.


Only when the carriage came near and slowly stopped below the hill did Leon clearly see their appearance.


Apart from the coachman, the four people on the cart were wrapped in large traveling cloaks. The first one to jump down from the cart was a middle-aged man with a goat beard, helping a woman filled with sorrow. As for the other two, perhaps accompanying guards, they unloaded a heavy wooden box from the wagon.


Chapter 103: Commitment