Chapter 242: What kind of victory is this?

The children of the fourth generation all possessed Developing Skills. They had grown up during the era when the Blackwoods were fugitives, always with Nicholas, who was once timid and pampered.

That little boy truly became a real man of the Blackwood family, yet the last memory they had of him was still that of a child.

No one knew better than they did how difficult it was to live in exile.

Nicholas's kneeling before Luke, that moment on the city walls, had given them a peaceful thirty years. Only now did they truly appreciate how precious those thirty years had been.

"Show what you're capable of, let Nicholas see that we are proud of him, that we haven't wasted these thirty years!"

"Annihilate the druids!"

"Let their blood be a tribute to Nicholas!"

Fight, fight, fight!!!