Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3108

Nyx and the others continued their pursuit, leaving behind hundreds of werewolf corpses. Finally, they returned to the fortress and watched as the werewolf army retreated like a receding tide.

With that, the crisis at the fortress had been resolved.

However, the brutal slaughter had left behind more than just countless werewolf corpses. Of the 3000 Highland warriors defending the fortress, nearly all had been wiped out.

Othniel and Hershel looked devastated.

Hershel was young and could not bear the weight of grief in his heart. He dropped to his knees on the wall and roared continuously to vent his anguish.

Knox said nothing. Despite being covered in blood, he did not stop to rest. Instead, he transported his kinsmen's bodies one by one, arranging them properly on the wall.

As Nyx waited anxiously, Andrew finally climbed back onto the fortress. His face was slightly pale as he walked straight toward Knox.

"Stop moving them and rest for a while, or your body won't hold up!"

Knox shook his head. "Don't worry about me. This is what I need to do."

Andrew frowned. "I know it's what you need to do, but right now, what you most need to do is think about the Highland Tribe's future! The Werewolf Progenitor, Ragnar, has already awakened. The entire Highland Tribe is now hanging by a thread."

He added, "This fortress can block the werewolf army, but it can't stop Ragnar, do you understand?"

Knox said nothing, biting down hard on his lip until blood flowed freely. Then, he turned and continued carrying the bodies.

A cold glint flashed in Andrew's eyes as he said flatly, "I told you to stop and rest. Do you really think expressing grief like this is not childish and not an insult to your parents? What, are you thinking that if you died too, it would all be over and you would finally be free from the pain of living?"

Knox was provoked and suddenly turned around, glaring at Andrew with fury.

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