Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3109

Andrew looked at Knox and said coldly, "Right now, I see no way to kill Ragnar, that progenitor. I still can't fully control Arcturus' Primordial Thunder or unleash its true power.

"Knox, you're the future of the Highland Tribe. I can fight for you now, but one day, you will have to stand alone in front of the entire tribe. So don't give up so easily or lose heart."

Knox lowered his head in shame. "I understand. I am sorry about earlier."

Andrew smiled. "We are friends. Why say things like that? Come on, let us return to the Highland Tribe."

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All the fallen Highland warriors were carried back and given proper burials. Before the burial, according to Highland Tribe custom, the tribe's shaman would guide all the warriors' spirits back to their ancestral homeland.

However, Andrew pointed out that the Highland Tribe had no time because Ragnar and the werewolf army could return at any moment.

The fortress alone could not protect the Highland Tribe's land.

Knox came to Andrew and asked sincerely, "Tell me, what should I do?"

Andrew replied calmly, "You already know what you should do. Knox, your father is old, and you've awakened the Arcturus bloodline. By right, you have the authority to command the entire tribe. But whether you can shoulder that responsibility is up to you!"

Knox turned and strode away. "I understand what you mean. Give me some time, and I'll lead the entire Highland Tribe to relocate and follow you!"

Andrew remained silent. Originally, he had only planned to take the Highland Tribe's elite force of 10,000 warriors. The Dragonfang Legion would be formed from them, and once fully armed, it would be enough to make him the absolute overlord of the Wastelands. Even if faced with the Cathedral or the Ludendorff family in direct warfare, he would have nothing to fear.

But now, things were clearly not that simple. The entire Highland Tribe included elders, women, and children, and he could not ignore them. Otherwise, they would only become food for the werewolves, prisoners in chains, or nameless dead.

Someone shouted, "That's right! Let's fight to the death! If our fortress can't stop them, we'll fight with our backs against the wall."

Another sighed. "It's useless. Now that the werewolf progenitor has awakened and is personally targeting our tribe, nothing will work. At this rate, our tribe has only one ending: death!"

"Everyone, stop arguing. Let's first hold a memorial service for our fallen warriors and pray for their souls. Our tribe has suffered so much tragedy!"

Negative, gloomy emotions weighed on every member of the Highland Tribe.

Suddenly, Knox strode into the temple hall. "Everyone, quiet! I believe our tribe still has one way to survive, which is for the entire tribe to relocate and follow Andrew into the Wastelands."

Instantly, the room fell into silence.