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---- Chapter 3091 Inside the hall, Andrew and his group took their seats once more. Tobiah sat in the ce of honor, his expression more rxed 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.
"I 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, I would have be the eternal sinner of the Hignd Tribe." Tobiah spoke up. "Don''t beat yourself up too much. It''s not toote 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 Wastnds." Othniel''s expression shifted slightly. "The Wastnds haven''t been peacefultely. I heard the Ludendorff family is on itsst legs, getting crushed by the Cathedral and the Dragonfang. I 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, I heard you mention earlier that you''re in charge of defending the Hignd 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 ce to settle. That''s why we''re locked in this endless fight with the werewolves." He exined, "If it weren''t for the fact that the werewolf army is currently deployed in the Wastnds, you''d probably be looking at a destroyed Hignd Tribe by now,pletely enved to the werewolves." Andrew nced around and saw that many Hignd 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. "I understand the general situation now. I think ---- it''s time the Hignd Tribe made some changes." Othniel shook his head, his expressionplicated as he gave Andrew a bitter smile. He nced at Knox but hesitated to speak. Tobiah said, "Othniel, I 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 sessor, 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 I lost to Andrew, I still stand by my position. I can''t let you be our chieftain. That would only doom our people." Knox smiled bitterly. "Mr. Fernsby, you''re right, and I know it. That''s why I don''t dare hope for the position of chieftain." Andrew raised an eyebrow. "I 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 ess it? Why is his condition so strange?"