Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3108 Nyx and the others continued their pursuit, leaving behind hundreds of werewolf corpses. Finally, they returned to the fortress and watched as the werewolf army retreated like a receding tide. With that, the crisis at the fortress had been resolved. However, the brutal slaughter had left behind more than just countless werewolf corpses. Of the 3000 Highland warriors defending the fortress, nearly all had been wiped out. Othniel and Hershel looked devastated. Hershel was young and could not bear the weight of grief in his heart.

He dropped to his knees on the wall and roared continuously to vent his anguish. Knox said nothing. Despite being covered in blood, he did not stop to rest. Instead, he transported his kinsmen's bodies one by 'one, arranging them properly on the wall. As Nyx waited anxiously, Andrew finally climbed back onto the fortress. His face was slightly pale as he walked straight toward Knox. "Stop moving them and rest for a while, or your body won't hold up!" ---- Knox shook his head. "Don't worry about me. This is what | need to do." Andrew frowned.

"I know it's what you need to do, but right now, what you most need to do is think about the Highland Tribe's future! The Werewolf Progenitor, Ragnar, has already awakened. The entire Highland Tribe is now hanging by a thread." He added, "This fortress can block the werewolf army, but it can't stop Ragnar, do you understand?" Knox said nothing, biting down hard on his lip until blood flowed freely. Then, he turned and continued carrying the bodies. A cold glint flashed in Andrew's eyes as he said flatly, "I told you to stop and rest.

Do you really think expressing grief like this is not childish and not an insult to your parents? What, are you thinking that if you died too, it would all be over and you would finally be free from the pain of living?" Knox was provoked and suddenly turned around, glaring at Andrew with fury. Andrew raised an eyebrow. "If you think | am wrong, then | will apologize. But Knox, don't forget this is your home, and the ones who died are your people. You should live well, grow stronger, and avenge them.

"Or you can keep doing this, giving up on yourself and using self- ---- torture to escape the pain. How you choose is up to you. I'll not try to persuade you again." With a dull thud, Knox clutched his head. He finally dropped to his knees, gasping for breath. Tears fell freely as sobs broke out. He cried out, "I never imagined the war between the Highland Tribe and the werewolves would be this brutal! Before, I'd never come to the fortress... Father protected me too well! | never thought Mr. Fernsby and the others faced such pressure, constantly in life-or-death danger!

"Today, | witnessed it... | truly witnessed it. | realized how weak and cowardly | am! Youre right. I'm a coward, a worthless piece of trash who can't do anything when | see my brothers die!" Crying hard, he pounded the ground repeatedly. His fists immediately became covered in blood. Andrew exhaled and gazed toward the distant Dark Sacred Mountain. That place was shrouded in clouds all year long, steeped in endless darkness. That place was the werewolves' stronghold. "Knox, fight like a man, resist like a man, and never give in.

One day, believe me, you'll redeem your people and save yourself!" As Andrew spoke, a trickle of blood slid from the corner of his mouth, strikingly red. His sword hand also dripped steadily, ---- blood flowing freely. With a clang, Godslayer fell to the ground Nyx rushed over immediately and grabbed his arm. Upon examination, Andrew's entire body was covered in injuries, and even his internal organs were seriously damaged. "You..." Tears instantly filled Nyx's eyes. Knox looked up. Seeing this, his heart twisted painfully. "Are you okay?"