Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3083 Andrew thrust out his chest and did not even strike back, taking the hit head-on. With a thunderous boom, the giant's attack dissipated while Andrew remained completely unharmed. Then, Andrew suddenly stepped forward twice and slammed his shoulder forward like a speeding tank in a brutal collision. The giant was sent flying backward, tumbling across the ground continuously until he finally came to a stop about 300 feet away. Dead silence fell over the scene.

In front of the wooden hall, the sound of collective gasps filled the air as the giant struggled with a twisted expression, trying to get up. Yet, he ultimately just spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed unconscious on the ground The surrounding warriors slowly grew hostile again. They gripped their weapons tightly and stared at Andrew with angry gazes. "This is what Highland warriors are like. We never back down, and we never know fear.

For our comrades, we would rather die than step back." Andrew said coldly, "Then | will knock all of them down first, and ---- then we can talk about hospitality." A somewhat deep voice rang out at that moment. "Stand down, everyone. When friends come from afar, the Highland Tribe must treat them with courtesy. But if they're enemies rather than friends, then we won't fear them in the slightest either!" Andrew and the others turned their heads, clearly surprised. The speaker's words were perfectly understandable; it was no longer the strange growling language of the Highland Tribe.

Surrounded by an entourage, a tall elderly man wearing ceremonial jewelry and carrying a staff emerged from the hall His cloudy eyes fixed on Andrew first. He said, "Stranger, we don't welcome visitors from the Wastelands here. And you're particularly complicated... You carry the Cathedral's holy light, a vampire's blood energy, the dark stench of werewolves, and even the mysterious power of the East, all at once. Just what are you exactly?" Before Andrew could answer, Knox had already stepped forward and knelt, trembling.

"Father, I've come home!" Tobiah Wieser's cloudy gaze shook as he stared at Knox for a long moment, then disbelief filled his face. "Knox, my son, you've returned? You're alive! You've really come back! Tobiah was overwhelmed with emotion and dropped his staff. ---- An elderly female, Rinnah Birdwhistle, stumbled forward from behind. She cupped Knox's face, looked him over carefully, and burst into tears. "It's really you! Knox, my child. | never thought you would come back after all these years!" Knox broke down crying, suddenly like a helpless child again.

Andrew, Nyx, and Juno found it somewhat amusing but also touching. There was probably no one in the world who didn't miss their mother, and no mother who would not miss her child who had been gone for over a decade. After the family spoke for a short while, Knox chattered in his native tongue and introduced Andrew and the others. Tobiah, the aged yet still imposing chieftain, Knox's father, immediately turned to Andrew. Ultimately, he made a welcoming gesture. "Guests from afar, please come in. What happened earlier was our fault.

But recently, the Highland Tribe has not been at peace, so please understand." Andrew quickly returned the courtesy. "Chief Wieser, it was | who caused the disturbance. As for that guy, rest assured, | didn't truly injure him." Tobiah waved his hand. "It is fine. Please enter the hall first." ---- Soon after, Andrew and the others entered the wooden hall and were seated. However, not long after they sat down, a Highland warrior rushed in and knelt to report urgently. Tobiah's expression shifted slightly as he listened. Knox translated for Andrew, his tone filled with anger.

"The Highland Tribe's second in command, the strongman Othniel Fernsby, has brought people to demand answers. But | think he is using this as an excuse. What he really wants is to force my father to step down."