Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3091 Inside the hall, Andrew and his group took their seats once more. Tobiah sat in the place of honor, his expression more relaxed and joyful than ever before. When he looked at Andrew, his eyes were filled with gratitude. Knox sat beside Rinnah, talking to her nonstop. She was crying tears of joy, repeatedly expressing her thanks to Andrew. Although Andrew could not understand her words, the gratitude was unmistakable. Othniel sat on the opposite side of the hall, facing Andrew. After along silence, he shook his head bitterly.

"| was outmatched, and my temper got the better of me. If you hadn't spared my life just now, I'd probably be dead already. A warrior dies, and so be it. But my people would have been left with no one to guard them. If that happened, | would have become the eternal sinner of the Highland Tribe." Tobiah spoke up. "Don't beat yourself up too much. It's not too late to make things right." Othniel nodded and looked at Andrew. "I still haven't asked your name, sir." Andrew smiled. "It's all in the past. Mr. Fernsby, we're friends of ---- Knox.

My name's Andrew Lloyd, and I'm from the Wastelands." Othniel's expression shifted slightly. "The Wastelands haven't been peaceful lately. | heard the Ludendorff family is on its last legs, getting crushed by the Cathedral and the Dragonfang. | didn't expect that someone as young as you would be running Dragonfang." Andrew waved his hand dismissively. "! only just took over Dragonfang recently. Mr. Fernsby, | heard you mention earlier that you're in charge of defending the Highland Tribe's mountain fortress, correct?" Othniel replied seriously, "That's right.

Our tribe is backed into a corner here, and we can't find any other suitable place to settle. That's why we're locked in this endless fight with the werewolves." He explained, "If it weren't for the fact that the werewolf army is currently deployed in the Wastelands, you'd probably be looking at a destroyed Highland Tribe by now, completely enslaved to the werewolves." Andrew glanced around and saw that many Highland Tribe warriors were lowering their heads in silence, their faces filled with utter despair.

Meanwhile, some of the children peeked out from behind the adults, watching him curiously. Andrew nodded. "| understand the general situation now. | think ---- it's time the Highland Tribe made some changes." Othniel shook his head, his expression complicated as he gave Andrew a bitter smile. He glanced at Knox but hesitated to speak. Tobiah said, "Othniel, | know what you want to say... Go ahead and say it." Othniel spoke in a deep voice. "Knox, while you're indeed Chief Weiser's only successor, you simply don't have the strength to lead us.

My words may be harsh, but I'm speaking for the sake of every life in this tribe. Although | lost to Andrew, | still stand by my position. | can't let you become our chieftain. That would only doom our people." Knox smiled bitterly. "Mr. Fernsby, you're right, and | know it. That's why | don't dare hope for the position of chieftain." Andrew raised an eyebrow. "| have a question, though I'm not sure if it's appropriate to ask." Othniel replied politely, "Please, go ahead." Andrew said, "Knox is already at martial god-level strength, but why can't he access it? Why is his condition so strange?"