Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3102

Andrew's expression turned cold as he crouched down and treated the wounded warrior first. With his exceptional medical skill, even a man already standing at death's door was dragged back to life.

Othniel was overwhelmed with gratitude and deep admiration. He ordered another warrior to escort the injured man back to the Highland Tribe settlement.

The rest of them rushed straight toward the Highland Tribe's mountain fortress.

The fortress stood at the far end of the tribe's territory. On both sides, towering canyon walls rose, forming a natural barrier. In the narrow passage between the canyons, a massive stone fortress had been erected, standing at least 300 feet tall.

When Andrew and the others arrived at the mountain fortress under Othniel and Hershel's lead, the entire fortress was already crawling with werewolves. Only a handful of Highland Tribe warriors remained, but they still gripped their battle axes and broadswords, fighting desperately against the transformed werewolves.

However, after a series of agonizing screams, the Highland warriors were overwhelmed and killed one by one.

The fortress above was a scene of utter carnage. Seeing his people slaughtered, Othniel's face twisted with fury and grief.

"I was only gone for a moment, but the werewolf clan launched a full-scale invasion. Mr. Lloyd, I'm asking you all to help protect the Chief first. Hershel, follow me into battle!"

The father-son duo roared as they began their charge from ground level. Then, they leaped directly onto the mountain wall, climbing like agile apes as they bounded toward the fortress above.

Othniel was extraordinarily powerful, among the elite of martial gods. His raw strength in particular had reached devastating levels. He unleashed the Highland Tribe's strongest inherited power, wielding crimson lightning, and once he landed on the fortress, he went on an absolute rampage.

Tobiah stared at the darkening sky and the werewolves continuously appearing on the fortress, his face filled with worry and fear.

He murmured to himself, "Something's not right… It's been many years since the werewolves attacked our tribe with such reckless abandon. The only explanation is that the destruction of Fenrir's statue has triggered an uprising at the werewolves' Dark Sacred Mountain. Quick, get back to the tribe, gather all our warriors, and prepare for a fight to the death."

Tobiah quickly responded, "Mr. Lloyd, you've already helped our tribe so much. How could I have the nerve to ask you to risk yourself again? Absolutely not!"

Andrew's Godslayer began to tremble in his hand as his voice turned cold. "Chief, by helping the Highland Tribe, I'm also helping myself in a way! The werewolf clan needs to be wiped out!"

Before Tobiah could say anything else, Andrew had already given his orders. "Juno, escort Chief Weiser back to the tribe! Nyx, we're moving out!"

Nyx nodded. "Alright!"

Juno did not waste time and headed back to the Highland Tribe with Tobiah and two warriors. At the same time, she reminded Andrew, Nyx, and Knox to stay safe.

Nyx smiled. "Knox, come with me. Let's see what Arcturus' descendant is really made of!"