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

The two quickened their pace, hastily heading to gather the commanders to discuss defense strategies.


Cold moonlight, spilling over the tranquil Itherlin Valley, like silver gauze.


The army under Leon's command had long stopped advancing and camped temporarily in the valley.


The flickering bonfire illuminated the tired yet resolute faces of the soldiers.


Though the Alliance had already destroyed the undead stronghold in the Itherlin Valley, Leon didn't dare to take any blind risks now. The tree-lined avenue of the valley appeared calm and still, yet it might conceal deadly traps.


Uncertain of whether there were more dangers on the way back to the pass fortress, he was unwilling to rush blindly through the night and preferred to wait for dawn before proceeding.


Sitting quietly by the bonfire within the army, Leon furrowed his brow.


Chapter 278: The Returning Avenger_2