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

And those Dwarves holding strange weapons that resemble whale harpoons, carrying uniquely styled backpacks, their bodies wrapped in technologically advanced armor.


Looking at these legendary born artisan masters appearing in batches before him, his heart was particularly excited.


This made him even more envious than seeing beautiful women or treasures.


Knowledge is priceless. At this moment, these Dwarves, who have survived the disaster in the quasi-spiritual field and come to this era a thousand years later, are likely far more valuable than the underground mine itself.


Those autonomous mechanisms, Magic Statues, and the ancient knowledge in building various devices… the creations used by the Magic Power-insensitive Helarnians don't seem to have as high of a magical technical threshold as the Lorelettians.


Turning back, Leon offered a friendly smile to the Dwarf named Hem.


Chapter 187 Helarn Mining Team_3