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

Hearing the retreat bugle from the opposite bank, Knight Henkel looked at the nearly completed pontoon bridge and angrily clenched his fist.


If only they could have waited a little longer! If the Young Master had taken his advice before the attack!


His resentment turned into a sigh. The old knight didn't understand how a battlefield where they had more than twice the enemy's strength could be lost, but since the main force had already retreated, the two hundred Militia he led could no longer turn the tide.


Henkel ordered a halt to the bridge construction and turned to lead his troops away from the north bank.


As the army of the Wolf Family retreated farther and farther back along the way they had come, disappearing entirely from the battlefield, the Soldiers Mister Brian Sr. had gathered only truly felt the advent of victory.


But after their cheers, people couldn't rest immediately.


Chapter 131: Cleaning Up the Battlefield