My Descendants Are My Power

"Huff!"

The Iron Forest Horse turns its head and glares at Nathan, as if to say, 'You old thing, watch your words.'

Behind him, the elderly of Glory City, regardless of gender, don their long-stored armor!

"Let's go, old horse. You were quite timid back in the day, now accompany me on this journey!"

"Neigh!"

Nathan mounts, and with a kick from the horse's front legs, they head towards the sun.

As the Iron Forest Horse neighs, it carries Nathan forward, step by step, just like the old days.

Behind them, the faces of the elderly left in Glory City beam with pride. Facing the sunlight, they follow Nathan, fearless as they were in their youth, stepping towards Border Town.

They are aged.

But now, they are filled with nothing but passion and excitement!

At the end of their lives, their old master is just as he was back then, not abandoning a single one of them.

Their old master has not forgotten their promise; they will defend this land with their lives, protect their children, and forge a future for them.

The journey from Glory City to Border Town takes them two full months!

Nathan stands atop the wall.

The subordinates of Glory City, clad in their heavy armor, stand at the edge of the city wall, just as they once defended their village in Gratitude Village. Nathan even sees an old buddy who, at the moment he stands on the wall, has closed his eyes forever, yet still clutches his rusty iron spear tightly!

Nathan's nose tingles, but he clenches his teeth and does not let the old buddy lie down. He shouts to everyone.

"People of Gratitude Village!"

"We now stand atop the wall of Border Town, our homeland lies behind us. Today, I ask you to stand with me, to live or die with our homeland!"

"To hell with the Emerald Empire!"

"To hell with the Druids!"

"Everyone, brace yourselves. As long as I, Nathan, am alive, they cannot breach our home!"

The summer night sky is filled with stars, and a cool breeze sweeps over the wall of Border Town. Nathan's shouts echo loudly.

Before them lies the Endless Forest, and before them, no enemies.

Yet the villagers of Gratitude Village, though near the end of their lives, still raise their torches high, roaring towards the sky.

"Yes!"

"No one can step into our home!"

Summer had passed, and deep autumn had arrived, bringing with it the rustling of falling leaves.

In the town of Azure Cloud Border, unexpected visitors had arrived. They were the same Druid factions that had once invaded Cloudview County, including many skilled Druid masters from that day's grand natural magic formation.

"Is that Blackwood Nathan?"

Amidst the chilly autumn breeze, the genius Arnold White, along with the High Priest of White and many other priests and chiefs, stood at a distance from Border town. They gazed up at the firm figure of Nathan atop the wall, and the old men standing straight with their spears. Even though they were enemies, every one of the Druids couldn't help but feel a deep sense of awe and admiration.

They clearly remembered that the people of Blackwood had tried to seize their grand natural magic formation.

In recent days, their tribesmen who had ventured into Cloudview County were slain by Nathan on the spot.

Now, they had come to avenge their kin, but upon seeing Nathan standing on the wall, dressed in simple clothes and holding only a spear, they found themselves unable to attack.

They just stared blankly at Nathan on the wall, and the old men behind him.

"Enemies!"

"Quick, beat the drums, prepare for battle!"

"Blackwood, undefeated in battle!"

Though they were only about a hundred in number and appeared pitifully few atop the walls of Azure Cloud Border town, these old men in heavy armor quickly prepared for battle. Their aged faces and cloudy eyes suddenly filled with a fierce determination!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The old men were beating the drums!

They were few and seemed frail, almost too weak to withstand the cool autumn breeze, yet they showed no fear, ready to fight at any moment!

The sound of the drums reached Arnold, who stood shirtless, his body covered in tattoos and carrying a totem on his back. He was momentarily stunned.

He had heard the stories of Blackwood, of Nicholas who alone charged at Clark, sounding the horn for Cloudview County's counterattack, and of Blackwood's frenzied fighting in the great battle. But those were just stories. Only today did he truly understand what Blackwood really was!

There stood Nathan, in the center of the town, gripping an ordinary spear, his jaws clenched tight, the autumn breeze blowing through his long hair. This man, who looked like a mere farmer, was the backbone of Cloudview County!

"High Priest, fellow priests."

Arnold took a deep breath, his body trembling, "Let's leave, let's not step into Cloudview County. No, never step into Cloudview County. I do not wish to provoke such an enemy."

The High Priest of White frowned deeply, giving Nathan one last look. Nathan's piercing gaze was fixed on him!

He exhaled deeply and nodded slightly.

"Arnold, High Priest! Why? Why are we leaving? That's Nathan! The ancestor of Blackwood! Whether we capture him or kill him, it would avenge Clark and represent honor..."

One priest reluctantly looked back at Nathan standing on the wall.

But before he could finish, the High Priest of White had already slapped him across the face, the sound crisp and clear.

The priest's cheek reddened, his teeth clenched as he looked at Nathan, the High Priest's solemn voice echoing in his ears.

"Do you want to kill him? Do you want us, the White, to always be wary of Blackwood seeking revenge for Nathan? Do you understand what kind of family this is? Can you guarantee that aside from Nicholas and Nathan, there are no more like them in Blackwood?"

"And the old men from Glory City, they too have children! They are old yet fearless of death, can you ensure their descendants won't be such fearless warriors?"

"We can provoke the Emerald Empire, they lack backbone, but we..."

"Cannot provoke Blackwood."

These pressing questions stunned the priest, his gaze at Nathan slowly turning to fear.

His reluctance faded, leaving only a long sigh as he departed with his tribesmen.

Behind them.

The old men from Glory City returned to their posts, weapons in hand, vigilant against any enemies that might come from the Endless Forest. Nathan, atop the city gate, slightly loosened his grip on the spear, his gaze still sharp and alert.

Below the city gate.

A figure lazily leaned against the wall, watching the departing Druids, her eyebrows slightly raised in disappointment, "They're leaving? I thought I might get to stretch my muscles a bit."