Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2866

The convoy continued forward, and for the next several hours, nothing unexpected happened.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Andrew's mouth. He knew it was not because the bandits of the Outlands had suddenly learned their lesson. It was because his earlier strike had carried overwhelming deterrence.

Those with bad intentions now understood what it meant to be able to rob, but not live to enjoy it.

By sunset, the convoy arrived at a thriving small town.

Andrew resupplied with some dry rations and drinking water. Then, before nightfall, he left the town alone.

The highways in the Outlands were not well-developed. Most of the time, it felt more like a chaotic wilderness. Since there were no permanent rulers here, conflicts and wars could break out at any moment. So, any kind of infrastructure was basically pointless and thankless work.

Of course, this was not true everywhere. In territories controlled by powerful factions, such as the lands belonging to the Ludendorff family, one of the Outlands' famous ancient Dark Clans, extensive road networks were established.

A pair of combat boots stepped onto a collapsed utility pole.

Marshall, tall and straight-backed, with short golden hair and a tailored suit, gazed into the distance. From his current position, he could see a tiny figure over half a mile away, moving farther and farther off.

An ordinary person naturally could not see that far, but Marshall was different. He was a top-tier powerhouse at the fifth tier of the martial emperor level and one of the twelve Marquises of the Ludendorff family.

He only needed to advance one more step to reach the level of a martial god. Then, he would shed his Marquis rank and become a Duke.

Even in an ancient, massive family like the Ludendorffs, a Duke was absolutely elite.

"Yana, how much longer until we catch up to this guy?" Marshall asked, turning to look at the attendant beside him.

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