Outside the wooden hall, the open plaza was already packed. More and more Highland Tribe warriors gathered, forming a dark mass around the perimeter, men and women alike, and the number had already climbed past ten thousand.

Even farther out, figures kept rushing in without end.

Someone shouted, "Kill him, Mr. Fernsby!"

"Take down this outsider and show him the power of the Highland Tribe!"

Another chimed, "Our noble mountain warriors will never tolerate provocation. Mr. Fernsby, tear him apart."

"Tear him apart, now…"

"Tear him apart!"

The thunderous roars blended together into one overwhelming wave.

The watching Highland Tribe warriors shouted in righteous fury, waving their thick arms and yelling at the top of their lungs. Some of them might not have supported Othniel, yet they certainly would not support Andrew, an outsider.

The Highland Tribe only recognized strength, and only the strong could earn their friendship and respect.

Earlier, when Othniel's son, Hershel Fernsb