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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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180 Chs

Chapter 67: I don't need a bow

In the middle of the darkness of the forest, an animal bent its long neck to eat the fresh and moist grass covering the ground. Its fur was of a beautiful reddish-brown, contrasting with the green grass, but bending with the dried leaves.

Its gracious body stood on its four thin and elegant legs. Its tail, with the underside being a pure white fur, simply hung there, inert.

Its long muzzle pointed to the ground, munching on some herbs. Its rectangular ears were standing upright, scanning the region for the slightest noise.

It was the first time for Rohan to see a doe, and it was a majestic sight.

Back when he was living inside Rivoiras, it was indeed a frequent occurrence for the noble to hunt here and there. Even his brother participated in these activities, pushed by their mother.