Othniel said in shock, "Andrew, this isn't something to take lightly. If you're not careful, you could go insane, mutate, or even die. Our chieftain from two generations ago was a powerhouse who surpassed martial god level. He once led our Highland Tribe all the way to Dark Sacred Mountain.

"Back then, the Highland Tribe actually had the advantage to crush the werewolf clan. But because of the poison left behind by the Fenrir, our chieftain was ultimately corrupted and died a horrible death. After that, our Highland Tribe never recovered, and we've had no chance of rising again."

Andrew said in a low voice, "Mr. Fernsby, Chief, I understand your good intentions and your concerns. But Knox is my friend. And honestly, wanting to try this is also a bit selfish on my part."

"Here's what I'm thinking. If I can help Knox break free from the first werewolf progenitor's curse and poison, would the Highland Tribe be willing to let me take ten thousand elite warriors with me to fight in the W