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

"Prince? You're joking, my lord. For three generations, my ancestors have been hunters in the border mountains. If it weren't for our proximity to the Holy Land City, our family likely wouldn't even have the chance to learn to read. Ensuring that the army is unharmed is simply thanks to everyone's assistance." Leon humbly shook his head.


Of course, he couldn't explain to the Sealing Lord that he had a top-notch substitute adviser in his mind around the clock, with the Holy Prophetess offering the best advice whenever he appeared to be neglectful.


If I couldn't lead a mere one or two thousand troops while possessed by Ye Ge, I might as well take a rope and report to Yin Nie early.


After speaking, he glanced back at his good brother beside him: "Honestly, compared to me, this lad looks more like Seryan's prince."


Azeryan raised his eyebrows with a peculiar expression but said nothing, merely shrugging at Leon and the Sealing Lord.


Chapter 274: Seize the City in Advance_3