Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3088

Outside the wooden hall, the open plaza was already packed. More and more Highland Tribe warriors gathered, forming a dark mass around the perimeter, men and women alike, and the number had already climbed past ten thousand.

Even farther out, figures kept rushing in without end.

Someone shouted, "Kill him, Mr. Fernsby!"

"Take down this outsider and show him the power of the Highland Tribe!"

Another chimed, "Our noble mountain warriors will never tolerate provocation. Mr. Fernsby, tear him apart."

"Tear him apart, now…"

"Tear him apart!"

The thunderous roars blended together into one overwhelming wave.

The watching Highland Tribe warriors shouted in righteous fury, waving their thick arms and yelling at the top of their lungs. Some of them might not have supported Othniel, yet they certainly would not support Andrew, an outsider.

The Highland Tribe only recognized strength, and only the strong could earn their friendship and respect.

Earlier, when Othniel's son, Hershel Fernsby, had fought Andrew and been knocked down in an instant, it did not dampen their morale. Instead, it ignited their fighting spirits even more fiercely.

Andrew looked calmly at Othniel, who stood less than 30 feet away, his expression steady. These Highland Tribe members were so warlike and united, which suited him perfectly.

Warriors like this, born from the same tribe and bound together, would become the seed of a top-tier army once properly trained.

As the shouts and curses around them surged to a peak, Othniel snorted coldly and took a firm stance. "Bring me my weapon."

At once, four Highland Tribe warriors strained as they carried over an enormous cavalry saber. The blade alone was as long as a full-grown man, and rings of metal hung along its spine, clanking loudly with every movement.

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