All Chapters of Rising from the Ashes: Chapter 3101 - Chapter 3110

Andrew's expression turned cold as he crouched down and treated the wounded warrior first. With his exceptional medical skill, even a man already standing at death's door was dragged back to life.Othniel was overwhelmed with gratitude and deep admiration. He ordered another warrior to escort the injured man back to the Highland Tribe settlement.The rest of them rushed straight toward the Highland Tribe's mountain fortress.The fortress stood at the far end of the tribe's territory. On both sides, towering canyon walls rose, forming a natural barrier. In the narrow passage between the canyons, a massive stone fortress had been erected, standing at least 300 feet tall.When Andrew and the others arrived at the mountain fortress under Othniel and Hershel's lead, the entire fortress was already crawling with werewolves. Only a handful of Highland Tribe warriors remained, but they still gripped their battle axes and broadswords, fighting desperately against the transformed werewolves.

Stretching out his skeletal hand, Ragnar directly caught Andrew's massive black-red sword strike. Then, with a forceful squeeze, using only his physical strength, he crushed the sword beam to pieces.Andrew stood atop the fortress, holding Godslayer, coldly watching Ragnar rise into the air. The latter examined Andrew and spoke in a raspy voice. "A man from Holtrien? How did you end up mixed up with the Highland Tribe?"Andrew did not answer but asked back, "Which werewolf progenitor are you?"Ragnar smiled grimly. "The Third Progenitor, Lord Ragnar Marrock. Now that you know my esteemed name, get on your knees and let me drain your brain and rip out your spine. Don't worry. I won't tear you apart directly. I'll transform you into one of my servants, making you an undead for eternity to serve me!"Andrew replied flatly, "You talk too much, you monster! I think you should follow Fenrir and meet your end!"Ragnar suddenly flew into a rage, opening his mouth to let out a beast-like

Andrew and Godslayer were slammed brutally by Ragnar and smashed directly into the fortress wall.Rubble rained down in all directions.Andrew grunted. If this had been before, he would have definitely coughed up blood. However, at this moment, he only felt intense pain throughout his body before recovering. Compared to before, his body had clearly grown tougher by more than one level, and that realization flashed through his mind.Gripping his sword, Andrew faced Ragnar from a distance, his expression ice cold.Ragnar stared back at Andrew with equally savage eyes. He could not quite figure out how this weak human was still alive.That last hit should have split open even those of Edmund and Kaelen. Yet this human seemed only somewhat hurt, with no major damage. Low growls squeezed out of Ragnar's throat.Andrew's eye suddenly widened as he watched a werewolf, not particularly massive, slowly transforming before him.Muscles emerged on Ragnar's withered body. Blue-green blood

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!"Kn

Tobiah spoke in a low voice. "Knox, you have no right to speak. Step down."However, Knox stood in the center of the hall. He clenched his teeth stubbornly and did not move.An elder of the Highland Tribe scolded him harshly. "You insolent brat. The Highland Tribe has taken root here for hundreds of years. Have we not migrated and fled enough times already? We were driven here from the Wastelands in the first place. Now you want us to go back? Knox, I think you are simply foolish."Knox shot back without hesitation. "Sir, I think you are wrong. It is precisely because our tribe has never had a stable home and has always been driven out and slaughtered by others. We're always hiding, and that's why now we must finally stand upright. Hiding is not a real solution. Facing it is."The elder sneered. "That's easy for you to say. So tell me, how do we face them?"Knox replied, "By facing death and confronting them with an attitude of sacrificing everything, by standing tall in this worl