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

In the early hours of the morning, they returned securely to the hidden location of the Holy War Army and lit the Guardian Spirit Holy Lamp.


When Azeryan and the others led the troops out to support, they saw the safe return of the eight people neither in a rush to retreat nor having captured the vampire, leaving them puzzled.


"Could it be that the vampire escaped?" Azeryan asked curiously.


Leon shook his head: "That vampire is no longer important; he is not the murderer of Trosa. Besides, we have already found Lord Eriv."


The vampire, wounded and tracked by themselves and Kovis, was just an informant sent by Count Eriv to the Ustato Territory.


That night, the other party infiltrated Trosa's room because there were no unauthorized actions by Count Eriv's bloodline fighting humans in Avim City. The other party was merely probing whether other factions' bloodlines had impulsively acted against the Orland Nobles.


Chapter 359: Allies and Enemies