My Descendants Are My Power

At that moment, within the grand natural magic formation, three high priests of the Druids stood before a young man named Arnold.

Arnold was a robust figure, bare-chested with a large totem on his back, exuding immense pride.

Suddenly, the appearance of Blackwood's forces caught the Druids off guard, causing them to sweat profusely.

"Blackwood's people? How did they appear without a sound? How did they know about our movements?"

"High Priest, the area outside the natural magic formation is swarming with Blackwood's forces, and they're positioned at our weakest defenses!"

"Ha ha ha, so what? The tribe has received word that the Emerald Empire has offered land for peace! They wouldn't dare attack us. Now, the major powers from each county are fleeing into the Emerald Empire. If they attack us, the Emerald Empire won't shelter them. On the ceded lands, they're on a path to doom!"

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Outside the natural magic formation.

Amelia watched the Druids' arrogant celebration after their narrow escape.

She looked at her father and grabbed his arm, which was clenched in fists.

Shaking her head with a smile, she said, "Dad, let it go. I'm not in a hurry, let's go home."

"Go home..."

These words relaxed Nathan's tense muscles.

He glanced at Amelia, ignoring the laughter of the Druids, and nodded slightly, "Alright, let's go home."

As Nathan turned to leave, the people of Blackwood took one last deep look at the natural magic formation, exhaling deeply before turning away.

Blackwood had not failed; they had not been defeated by the Druids, nor had the border counties of the Emerald Empire.

They had been defeated by Lance!

On the same day, deep within the unnoticed Thunderfire Demon Cave, in an abyss that seemed bottomless, a pair of bright, beautiful eyes opened.

"My disciple Amelia is facing the Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulations without even consulting me, truly not considering her master at all."

"She really forgot about this great support she has in me."

As the royal decree arrived, the flames of war in the border town of Starlight County were extinguished.

The Druids, who had been driven out by the joint forces of Starlight County and Cloudview County, now strutted proudly outside the town, taunting the Psychics who flew above the city walls on their swords.

Just moments ago, these Druids had fled with their tails between their legs.

At this time, the Psychics, who had just been celebrating their victory, now only had despair and unwillingness in their eyes.

Duke Jon of Starlight County held the royal decree with a grim expression.

It read:

[By the grace of the ancient god, who cannot bear to see the borderlands suffer, permission is granted for the twelve border counties to evacuate...]

Donna, known for her fiery temper and still stained with the blood of an enemy chieftain she had killed on the battlefield, cursed loudly, "To hell with the grace! We were winning, so many lives forever lost on the battlefield, and this damn decree stops us from fighting, leaving us isolated and helpless, damn ancient god!"

"Disciple, watch your manners!"

Chuck frowned, walked up to Jon, snatched the decree, and with his psychic powers, burned it promptly.

"It seems our ancient god is a coward, no wonder the Emerald Empire has made little progress in twenty thousand years. Duke, what do you think we should do next?"

Jon watched the flames consuming the decree and sighed deeply.

This decree had caught everyone off guard.

Before this, he had been preparing to support other counties with all the righteous fighters once Starlight County had secured victory.

He had seen hope!

But now...

He took a deep breath, "Starlight County has been my Walker family's home for twenty thousand years. To see such a foundation destroyed on my watch, I truly do not know how to face my ancestors. Uncle Kenneth, what about you? Evacuate?"

"I don't know."

Kenneth shook his head, and they all stepped outside, where the sight of the borderlands filled them with despair.

Everyone was evacuating!

In the distance, Psychics panicked and fled.

On the ground, an old man covered in blood and wounds knelt, holding an urn.

His face, obscured by dirt, clutched desperately at the trousers of a passing Psychic, his voice cracking as he shouted, "Don't go! We've made it into the Endless Forest, stay and fight with us, let's push further into the Endless Forest!"

"Old man, we don't have the right to fight anymore. The imperial capital has ordered, we have no support!"

The Psychic initially wanted to push the old man away, but seeing him holding the urn, he gritted his teeth, helped the old man up, and said, "Come on, we're both men, let's evacuate first, and one day..."

He wanted to say they'd return when they were more useful, but feeling the old man's weakening body, he swallowed his words and just pulled him to evacuate.

The old man's mournful cries still echoed in his ears, "Brother, I can't leave, we can't leave! My wife, my children were all killed by the Druids in our village, I still need to avenge them, I still need to defend our village. We can't go! On the road of evacuation, the people in the village will starve, they won't survive..."

Passing Psychics heard the old man's cries and gradually stopped in their tracks, their eyes and brows lowered.

At this moment, they suddenly remembered why they had joined this war.

The world was so vast, they had their skills, they could go anywhere, they didn't have to fight, was it really just for those resources?

Who in their right mind would fight to the death for such trivial things?

No matter how selfish they were, even admitting they were villains at times.

But they knew, this was their land, those damn Druids had stepped on their land, killed their people, destroyed all the hopes they had once had for this land, they had to take up arms!

But now...

"Ah."

The surrounding Psychics were left with nothing but a long sigh, then they resumed their journey to flee.

That decree didn't just order them to evacuate; it destroyed all their morale.

Few would fight a battle without hope, they had to admit, today they were cowards, and the day they would stand up again was far off.