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

The dazzling magic seemed much more reliable than the crude methods typically used by military medics.


"Thank you." Kovis steadied himself with help but fatigue made his eyelids battle incessantly.


The young man, already depleted of magic power from battle, had overdrawn the magic element within his body.


"Leave it to me." Leon came over, took over supporting the Duwana warrior, helped his partner remove the blood-stained outer robe, and assisted the staggering young man away from the surgery tent.


The most critical patients had received the best possible care.


For those with minor injuries, the other warriors knew the disinfection and bandaging procedures he had often stressed, so it was not necessary for Kovis to treat each individual personally.


"You've worked hard, go and rest now." Leon saw Kovis could barely stand and quickly called a soldier to bring the warhorse.


"Mmm... Thank you, my lord.... I can't stand it anymore... I need to sleep first..."


Chapter 131 Cleaning the Battlefield_2