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 paid no heed to the complex expressions of these young men. This swift victory, a miracle wrought by the Holy Lake Knights, was not one of his own making. The strategy he was still planning had yet to be implemented, and for now, this was merely the prelude to sounding the true horn of counterattack.


He politely declined Runav's offer of rest. If not for Lola's desire to see the captured Corpse Ghost, Leon had no intention of abandoning the army to return to the North Shore at this moment, let alone the thought of sleep.


Reuniting with Glenn Soren and the other Rangers, Leon made his way unceasingly to the castle dungeon.


The dark and eerie cells reeked of rot and dampness.


Under the wavering, dim firelight, the Corpse Ghost Lord—trapped in a snare and captured by the Ranger Knights—was bound tightly to the wall with thick chains.


Chapter 267: Each with a Unique Skill_3