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The Master of Uradan

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. ---------------------------------------- 1 bonus chapter at the end of the week for every 50 powerstones 1 bonus chapter at the end of the month for every 10 golden tickets You can support me here: https://ko-fi.com/lekrackeen

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Chapter 58: Always surrounded by rocks

A few days had already passed since the Blackwolf clan and Rohan had come into contact, and since then, the days were all pretty much the same.

While the sun was high in the sky, the clan traveled, seemingly without particular direction as sometimes they would go north, then the next day west, then south. For Rohan, who watched this every day, that didn't make any sense.

They seldom paused in their tracks, and when they did, it was most of the time because of Rohan. More especially his horse, which needed much more water compared to the karags. Coming into this place with a horse was the worst idea he had ever taken.

But even though these pauses were slowing down everyone, none expressed their annoyance about it. Rohan wasn't duped. They didn't show any disdain openly, but it was easy for a son of a count to see through their appearance.

They were maybe tolerant of him, yet Rohan was sure that it was only because the Chief Clan had already given his order.