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 enemy had never imagined they would be attacked so suddenly—without warning or any signs—by an immense army that seemed to have descended from the sky. All of Farolis' plans for a siege were rendered unnecessary; it only took a tentative move to capture the gates, and then the expansive city fell.


Having sealed off all of Archers' city gates, Eriv only dispatched three hundred-man units to surround the last high ground stronghold held by the enemy, without intending to launch a direct assault.


Rather than wasting his precious warriors, he needed his forces to swiftly capture the key villages and strongholds in the surrounding areas.


As for the enemy huddled in the Lord's castle, time would defeat them once he solidified his hold on the Glade County territory. Once the stronghold ran out of food, the former Lord's family would desperately come begging for surrender.


Chapter 141: Changes in the Situation_2