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 sun rose, casting its golden light down, once more blessing the realm of the living.


The Kilmerton Fortress, scarred from numerous bloody battles, gradually awakened in the morning light.


Leon strode back to the defense area, ascending the fortress walls.


He surveyed the inside and outside with his gaze, witnessing the dwarven army that had settled down methodically assisting the Alliance in taking over half of the fortress's defenses.


However, the two Heraen armies with subtly different styles were distinctly stationed east and west, separated by the Felu people's Alliance. Apart from the brief cooperation last night, the two factions of dwarves seemingly did not wish to live together.


In the sky, squads of dwarf scorpion-tailed lion cavalry flew over orderly, vigilantly patrolling the dangerous Kilmerton Pass. On the main passage of the fortress, the Melter Demons stood still with their forges extinguished, appearing like three gigantic statues.


Chapter 283: Authentic