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

"We can't just rush in directly..." After discussing with everyone, Leon postponed the original direct capture plan.


The original expectation was that at worst, we would just have to attack an undead stronghold. But now, with so many living people present, a reckless frontal assault would inevitably cause chaos and could lead to unnecessary casualties within the city.


Leon untied the armor, instructed his men to retrieve a plain travel coat from the supply bags, and changed the strategy.


After all, the main purpose of this trip was simply to capture some people for interrogation to find the whereabouts of Eriv and Charlemagne, rather than rashly engaging in a full-fledged war with the undead entrenched here.


"Olivia, Acro, Lokhak... you follow me into the city for covert operations."


Chapter 357: Vampire Earl