Le_Krackeen

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

The moon hid that night, and only the stars were lighting a bit the darkness surrounding the countless tents spreading around the stone city.


Some fires had been lit here and there, while some members of the clans took the guards. They weren't in the wilderness anymore, so the risk of being attacked by the beast was almost nonexistent. However, they were now in the middle of countless other clans, and that could be many times more dangerous than the desert.


The crackling fires were making the shadows dance while the guards were all sitting in the middle of their clans. It would be an easy feat for anyone to pass through without any noise, bypassing every clan while no one could see them.


But no one cared. Their only job was to defend their own clan, and even if they heard the clashes of a fight somewhere, no one was foolish enough to run in the direction. Some clans were killed, others survived. That was the Barren Lands. It was the land of the strong.


Chapter 96: Under attack