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

Leon withdrew his gaze from the huge Dwarf Statue in front of him and turned with his companions to descend from the platform.


He surveyed the mine's central platform, lit by torches held by the soldiers.


On the underground bedrock platform, which was the size of a town square, there were not only the abandoned facilities and clutter left by the Helarn Dwarves but also crude tents made of animal hides, obviously the handiwork of Wild Goblins.


Upon confirming the original masters of this place, Leon couldn't help but heighten his caution.


Wild Goblins posed little threat to the group, and if this were merely a human mining field, he wouldn't have considered it dangerous.


But the Ancient Heranian capable of carving such a massive mine, the technologically advanced remnants of Dwarven....


These short fellows in this world, who resemble the Dwarves he remembered from games and films of his past life, always brought to mind unpleasant memories.


Chapter 185: Structures