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The life of the son of a nobleman was not as happy as others could think. With a loving but always away father, a mother who had forgotten about his existence, and a brother too busy learning to become the next heir, Rohan had the habit to live alone. 

One day, he decided he had enough and chose to live in the secondary mansion of the family, accompanied by his butler and some guards. Since his goal was to become a Warrior to follow the path of his father, he chose to train with the guards each morning when he was only 10 years old. Followed years of training, until the day to become a warrior, a mana user, had finally come. 

But it was only the beginning of his story, and even though it was easy to understand that he was a genius in the warrior path, life, was truly never easy.

Follow the tales of Rohan, roaming a world of magic populated of many races as he learn the hard way about them all. About the darkness of the humans; the haughtiness of the elves; the greediness of the dwarves; the craziness of the orcs; the shrewdness of the goblins; the deviousness of the demons; the foolishness of all living beings.

Follow his journey as he became the Master of Uradan, a world of demons that only he could go as he will, and as he become the most powerful warrior and the most terrifying wizard of the whole world.

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The Master of Uradan

Rohan took out a potion from his back and quickly drank it. Inside the leather bag hanging there, it was its most important belonging as well as a couple of weak mana potions. He had prepared this bag before leaving for the trip, as he wanted to be ready under any circumstances.


He let the empty vial fall on the ground and rushed toward his next target. Although the material used for the vial was without a doubt magical, Rohan wouldn't put back an empty potion inside his bag right now. 


If he needed at some point to quickly take one to regenerate his mana, and he only caught the empty, that would be a ridiculous moment. He preferred to evade this situation and gave up the vial which fell on the rocky ground.


He had only killed three beasts, and none other had been killed by the nomads. At most, some of them were in a stalemate against the warriors or a large number of fighters, but it was only a question of time for them to be eviscerated.


Chapter 87: Wind blade