Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3113

Knox grinned. "I don't know if I'm really a man or not. But Andrew is the real deal!"

Nyx rolled her eyes. "Don't even try comparing yourself to him. He was fighting on battlefields way back when, and we were still living carefree lives back then."

In front of the formation of 5000 warriors, Othniel bowed to the approaching Andrew. "Mr. Lloyd, I'm entrusting you with our 5000 Highland warriors. The Highland Tribe isn't good at expressing emotions, but Chief Wieser, myself, and the other elders have just one hope: that you'll treat them well."

Andrew returned the bow solemnly. "I will treat them as my own brothers!"

Othniel's eyes reddened, and the iron-willed man quickly turned his head and returned to stand before the 5000 warriors. Andrew would lead the Highland warriors in a lightning raid on Kaelen's werewolf forces, adding even more chaos to the already turbulent Wastelands.

Othniel would serve as commander of the 5000 warriors and lead them into battle. Meanwhile, Knox would take over Othniel's former position and begin managing Highland Tribe affairs, preparing to assume the role of next chief.

Taking a deep breath, Andrew faced the 5000 Highland Tribe warriors. This scene was not unfamiliar to him at all. He had once had a group of elite soldiers under his command, brothers who had fought alongside him through life and death. Though the numbers had not been this large, the nature of it was no different. And today, after fighting alone for countless years, another force had been placed in his hands.

Without question, the Highland Tribe members were people of honor and loyalty. But precisely because of this, leading such an army filled with pain and hardship into battle made Andrew's heart ache with sympathy and reluctance.

Nonetheless, that was life; it spared no one.

"I will lead you charging forward, through smoke and gunfire, to face the enemy's fangs and savagery head-on!" Andrew's voice was not loud. He sounded very calm, yet it reached every Highland warrior's ears with perfect clarity.

"When it's all over, when the war finally ends, what awaits you is reunion with your loved ones and an era of peace. Let us fight for our families, our homes, and those we must protect! Fight until the end of time, until the world's edge!"

As the final words fell, his low voice surged upward, like thunder exploding across the land. The greatsword in Andrew's hand rose with a roar, its blade light shooting straight into the sky.

The suppressed will and boiling blood in every Highland warrior ignited in an instant and was pushed to the edge of eruption.

At the very least, the Highland Tribe had finally seen a glimmer of hope at the brink of extinction.

That hope was the man charging at the very front, who came from the Wastelands and from the distant lands of Holtrien.

His name was Andrew Lloyd!

At the very end, Nyx spoke softly and said, "Knox, I'm leaving too. I'm going with him. Take care of yourself. We will meet again in Abyss City."

Knox nodded heavily and said, "Go, Nyx. Following him is the right thing to do."

Nyx smiled sweetly and pulled the mask beneath her black cloak over her face. She did not know whether it would be right or wrong. She only knew that she would never regret it.