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 joke, a small village with barely a hundred people, and I have many times their number in troops—do we really need to drag this out into a siege?"


Canis scoffed and shook his head, "Knight Henkel, don't mistake me for that green Wolf pup of the past. The Kantadar people I've killed, the enemy camps I've taken down, far surpass your... ah..."


Young Master Lang stopped speaking and sighed, then gestured around with his hand, "Wacht Castle is but half a day's journey from here, and then another half a day to Farolis. If we don't quickly penetrate the Thorny Flower Territory through this weak spot, and wait for the enemy's army to reinforce, this place is like a gateway, backed by mountains to the north and the Nightmare Forest to the south. If we delay, how will we break through once we lose the initiative?


Chapter 124: Attack of Wolf Territory_3