Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2891

Finally, the Cerulean Tide came to a stop once more. Andrew pushed Rosemary forward, heading toward the exit.

She gritted her teeth in fury and shouted, "What the hell do you want? If something happens to me, you won't get off scot-free either, so you better not try anything funny."

Andrew sneered. "You do not need to think about what I plan to do. The only thing you need to do is follow my orders."

Rosemary was livid. "And what if I don't?"

Andrew replied indifferently, "Death awaits."

Rosemary fell silent. She realized she had not understood Andrew well enough. This man was absolutely someone who meant what he said. Her life, along with her pleas and pitiful state, meant nothing in his eyes.

Pushing Rosemary along, Andrew emerged from the forest. Suddenly, he let out a sharp whistle. At the same time, he released the pressure points he had sealed on Rosemary's body. Her face turned ice cold, and she initially wanted to attack Andrew.

However, people kept rushing toward them from the surrounding forest, their voices howling through the air.

Rosemary's expression changed immediately. "You'll pay for this!"

She spat out the words at Andrew with hatred and immediately fled in another direction.

This was exactly the result Andrew wanted. With that, he also turned and sprinted off in the opposite direction.

After running for some distance, Andrew slowed down once he confirmed no one was chasing him. With Rosemary drawing the Ludendorff family's pursuit, his situation became much easier.

Still, Andrew had no real confidence about continuing deeper into Wraith Graveyard. Fortunately, his strength had been steadily rising. Even if something unexpected happened deep inside the Graveyard, he could face it calmly.

The scenery before him remained unchanged.

Andrew discovered that deep within Wraith Graveyard, there was nothing but tombstones and graves. As he wondered if Reginald was still here, he continued inward.

Another two days passed, and Andrew found that the end of Wraith Graveyard was still nowhere in sight. Around him was still an endless expanse of death and more tombstones. The sheer, overwhelming oppression of the place and its atmosphere was enough to grate on even his nerves, pulling him into a state of simmering frustration.

Finally, on the third day, Andrew discovered some unusual clues that indicated Reginald had already left the Wraith Graveyard and gone outside.

Andrew was overjoyed and immediately turned around, rushing out of this desolate place. Along the way, he did not encounter anyone from the Ludendorff family or other factions. The entire Wraith Graveyard seemed to have suddenly fallen quiet.

Yet, when he reached the outside, he was still intercepted and questioned. At this point, the Ludendorff family had already assembled heavy forces around the perimeter. They were just waiting for Andrew to emerge so they could eliminate him.

Unfortunately for them, Andrew did not fear the Ludendorff family at all. No matter how terrifying their attacks or lethal force were, he ignored them, not taking them seriously.

Andrew originally planned to just pass through. Unexpectedly, the person in charge of the town was also from Holtrien.

Louie Shields said, "We were all once refugees from Holtrien. We wandered the wastelands for more than ten years before finally settling here."

Louie, with sallow skin and a shy demeanor, shared his past with Andrew.

After a few drinks, Andrew understood exactly what Louie wanted.

"Someone of your skill and stature is usually far beyond our reach to even ask for help… But please, for the sake of the women and children here, help us."

Since Louie had spoken so sincerely, Andrew naturally could not refuse. More importantly, in the cruel Outlands, he had not expected to meet fellow Holtriens. They had families here, with wives and children.

In this small town, nearly half the residents were Holtriens. They hoped Andrew would lend a hand and lift their lives to a better level.

Whether it was sudden softness or sympathy for his own people, Andrew could not say.

After finishing half a bottle of their liquor, he reluctantly agreed. What he never expected was that because of his decision, hundreds of Holtriense in this town would be burned alive because of him.