The Master of Uradan

Rohan slashed his sword at the monkey in front of him. This one, with an arm missing and a large cut on its body, was unable to dodge the blow. Blood spurted in the forest, and another body fell on the ground.

Countless monkeys were now dead at his feet, and Rohan looked with dread at the seemingly infinite number of beasts coming his way. The situation was far from being as simple as a few monkeys chasing him for the murder of one of them.

They kept coming one after another from the same direction, and there was now a large pack in front of him. He was starting to feel exhausted. He dodged to the right and deflected another blow on the left. He stepped back carefully, minding every gesture he made while he tried to evade every single nail from those mad monkeys.

But they were far too numerous, he couldn't eternally evade them. He saw one of them attacking his flank. He leaped on the side and used the sword to parry the sharp nails. With a loud crash, Rohan stumbled on the side as another one of these magical beasts slashed in front of him.

Without more solution, he dropped to the ground and rolled away pathetically. The nails only grazed his back as another cut added itself to his body, tinting his clothes with a red line.

The tunic he was wearing was only a basic one since he had lost his armor. With nothing more than a piece of fabric to defend his body, the nails easily injured Rohan.

Since the start of this exhausting battle, Rohan had received more blows than he had expected. But his mind was as calm as ever. The situation was dire, he knew it, but he forced himself to keep a steady mind in the middle of this tough fight.

He slashed here and there with his blade, without targeting the vital area of any beast. He had his own goal, and that wasn't to kill them one by one, as he would die from exhaustion before he could kill them all. He pushed his swordsmanship and footwork to the maximum of his capacities, slowly luring the monkeys as if he was playing with them.

Now! Rohan suddenly jumped back and immediately followed by activating a wind blade. With the amount of time he had unleashed this spell, he was becoming more and more proficient with it. Although he was becoming familiar with the rune, it was a tough prospect to decrease the time he needed for activating his spell.

That was because the control Rohan had over his mana was already excellent since the start, and wasn't expecting to be seen at all in a Beginner wizard. Normally, a rank 1 Beginner Wizard that had learned a spell needed a lot of training before he could raise his proficiency enough to launch a spell in a fight.

Otherwise, he would have to take several seconds, or maybe a whole minute to make his mana snake correctly on the rune to activate it. Such a speed made a spell useless in a fight.

But Rohan wasn't like any normal rank 1 Beginner Wizard. Even back when he had become a warrior, he only needed a short time before he was able to use a skill. He was already able to throw the spell in less than a second, and that was excellent. Because of his own talent, it was complicated to further improve.

The rough wind blade summoned by Rohan the third time flew in a straight line, splitting everything there was on its path. Rohan had taken long minutes to gather the monkeys the way he wanted, harvesting several injuries at the same time. But the results made Rohan overjoyed.

Blood flew all around as the terrible sound of flesh being cleanly cut apart as well as the horrible screams of pain of the monkeys filled the area. Following this bloodbath, Rohan charged forward with his sword ready to strike.

His sword flashed at an incredible speed as he killed the injured monkeys. He had cut through so many bones and flesh that Rohan saw his blade becoming less sharp the more it pierced and slashed. It was his only weapon. He knew that if he lost it now, he would be doomed. But he could only continue to kill them all.

After the slaughter of those monkeys, he saw another wave stomping with even more rage on the dead bodies. Rohan was alarmed and puzzled as he wielded his sword. He only had killed a monkey, was it necessary to throw away their lives just to avenge one of them?

But this time, the monkeys acted differently, making Rohan feel uneasy. They roared and screamed at him. Some even threw some twigs against him while spitting saliva everywhere because of their rage. But none of them charged to attack their archenemy.

A second ago they were ready to submerge the young man without caring about their lives, but now they decided to keep a distance between them and Rohan. He couldn't understand, but he prepared himself for the worst.

A terrible roar shook the forest. Rohan widened his eyes as he slowly increased the distance with the monkeys. Chills ran down his back as he tightened his grip over his blade. troubles were incoming.

This roar sounded exactly like those beasts in front of him, but the voice and might were far above. Without a doubt, it was the leader of this pack of monkeys. Or more exactly the leader of this herd, as the number kept increasing, making Rohan's heart go crazy inside his chest.

The beast looking frighteningly at him all shut their mouths at the same time. Then, as if the dozens of beasts had their minds connected, they all made a path at the same time.

Because of the numerous trees filled with blood in front of him, Rohan only heard the loud footsteps of the beast approaching. The forest creaked under its weight, and soon, a giant monkey appeared behind the countless monkeys.

Those magical monkeys were smaller than Rohan, but they still reached his chest without difficulties. However, this one was different. Rohan was forced to lift his chin as the giant monkey was at least three meters tall.

His fur was the same brown as the other monkeys that looked like children near this giant, but terrible scars were on its chest. It was the marks of five claws diagonally stretching from its left shoulder to its right hip. Any powerful beast that had inflicted such wounds could only be incredible.

The great monkey stood in front of Rohan with its red eyes staring at him. There was mad anger in them, but there was also a cruel intelligence. Rohan felt that his luck had turned sour.

Rohan prepared mentally for this tough fight, and suddenly, the big monkey roared to the sky and rushed on his four toward Rohan.

His speed was far above any other monkeys, but at least those weren't moving. Maybe they wanted to let their leader duel him.

But just as this thought entered his mind, as the giant monkey waved with his terrible nails as long as short swords to attack Rohan, all the other monkeys charged behind their leade