Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3112

Just like that, the Highland Tribe began their mass migration, leaving the valley behind. Through the narrow canyon pass, the Highland Tribe carried their families and possessions on a difficult journey.

Young children and teenagers might have felt excited about the outside world, but the elderly and middle-aged wore worried expressions and remained silent for long stretches.

Life in the Wastelands was not stable. The Highland Tribe had been driven from the Wastelands to their current settlement in the first place. They all believed that returning to the Wastelands without powerful backing would just be jumping from one hell into another.

"Knox, keep a close eye on your people the whole way," Andrew said. He stood on a mountaintop, watching as the Highland Tribe fully evacuated the valley before finally looking away.

He added, "Juno, head back to Abyss City first and have Mr. Hearst send a convoy to pick everyone up. At this pace, we can't afford to wait."

Juno nodded. "Got it, I'll go right now!"

Then, she immediately took off.

Nyx chimed in, "Andrew, you're worried something might happen at Abyss City, aren't you?"

Andrew nodded. "That's right. We've been gone for two days already. The longer we're away, the more I worry that Arya or the Cathedral's people will find out, and then Abyss City will be in real trouble. Mr. Hearst and the others definitely can't hold it on their own.

"Besides, the Ludendorff family is cornered now, and they might throw everything into a desperate attack on us, and that would be a huge problem."

Nyx was shocked. "Just the two of us?"

Andrew looked toward the full Highland Tribe gathering on the open plain beyond the canyon and said in a deep voice, "Of course, it is not just the two of us. We'll also have 5000 Highland Tribe warriors. I think their battle axes and broadswords are already thirsting for werewolf blood!"

Nyx's body trembled as she watched Andrew leap down from the mountain and race toward the plains.

This man had finally secured his first major army to dominate the Wastelands.

Their shouts echoed through the plains, and the killing intent that followed surged forward.

Knox had been going around checking on the tribe members, seeing which families needed help.

He straightened his back, his expression growing excited.

Nyx walked to his side and smiled. "You're the next Highland Tribe chieftain. You can't just charge into battle recklessly anymore!"

Knox snorted and shook his head. "I may be the next Highland Tribe chieftain, but I'm also a Highland Tribe warrior. My life isn't more valuable than any other Highland warrior's!"

Nyx fell silent for a moment, then said admiringly, "Knox, you've finally grown up. Now you really are a man."