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 first shot missed, and Hem wanted to fire again before those green ghostly faces disappeared.


But after pulling the trigger several times, there was nothing but clicking sounds, and no fire arrows could be triggered from the molten pot inside the handgun.


"Damn the eggs of Uvgaard! I knew the goods from the Silver Mountain merchants were no good."


Hem cursed, threw down the handgun, grabbed the rune war axe beside him, and flipped out of the stone chamber.


Enduring the sluggishness and discomfort of just emerging from petrification, he stretched his short but strong legs, rushed towards the wall of the chamber, and punched the brick button in front of him with a strong fist.


The sound of stone slabs grinding against each other rang out.


Chapter 187 Helarn Mining Team