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

Halted ten metres in front of Selva's battle lines, the conscripted soldiers hesitated and looked back at the troops that hadn't caught up; without their companions at their backs, they dared not advance an inch.


The fellow conscripts in the columns behind also slowed their pace in the face of the dead and wounded.


Some militia, who had already lost their courage to the Longka archers in previous earth-filling tasks, now could no longer face the horrific scenes of the battlefield and turned to flee through the flanks, racing towards the southern woods.


The leading deserters immediately triggered a chain reaction of collapsing morale.


"Kill all deserters!... Kill all deserters!" No matter how fiercely the Military Governor's leading soldiers roared, they couldn't stop the conscripted soldiers' flight.


Chapter 127: The Battle of Longka 3 (Fierce Fight)_3