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 Scar-faced Knight finished his sip of wine and continued with bewilderment, "But in the past month the armies of the various families in the kingdom have swallowed up most of the territories south of the forest. The Kantadar people should have reacted by now, yet so far, we haven't seen the enemy form a significant military force to push back from the north."


"Since the kingdom marched south, there hasn't been any considerable resistance?" Leon asked in surprise.


It was one thing for the counties bordering Nightmare Forest to be unable to withstand the sudden raid across the millennium-forbidden land by the Orland Army.


But after more than a month of war, it was impossible that no refugees or defeated troops had retreated further south... With such earth-shattering movements, had the Kantadar Kingdom still not summoned a large army to resist the invasion of the Northern Kingdom on such a scale?


Chapter 172: News of Rolannar_2