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

He suddenly felt relieved that Olivia was still assisting with assembling the army, otherwise, the little girl would probably be puffing her cheeks in anger like a pufferfish.


Ines had a strange expression, thinking she should probably be angry at the Dwarf King's crudeness, but somehow, she couldn't muster up any real anger.


Gao Limu helplessly furrowed his brow and looked at his increasingly unruly cousin: "Kamoz, has your brain been completely eroded by the wind and sand of the wilderness? At your age, can't you be a little more polite in front of outsiders?"


"Did I say something wrong?" Kamoz frowned and squinted as he looked at Ines again.


"Oh, sorry, I thought you were another blonde girl I met before. You outsiders all look the same." Kamoz shrugged roughly, not showing much intention of self-reflection.


Chapter 283: Authentic_2