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

Be it Olivia, Lokhak, Lord Irem, Baron Balfe, Glenn Soren, or other rangers at his side, all these heroes with exceptional skills are outstanding leaders worthy of heavy responsibility. Other than major battles, there isn't much that requires his personal involvement.


"Rest assured, we easily annihilated that pack of corpse ghosts wandering in the valley. All five hundred cavalry I took out returned safely, without any casualties." Olivia propped her waist with one hand while holding her sword hilt, a proud expression on her face.


After speaking, she couldn't help but lean closer, her golden magic-filled eyes seemingly seeking praise.


With only Azeryan around, Leon affectionately ruffled the young girl's shining hair: "Not bad for Orland's..."


Before he could finish, Olivia frowned, shook her head, and interrupted in discontent: "Don't call me that! ...How did I get another weird nickname..."


Chapter 273 Reinforcements Arrive_3