The Master of Uradan

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.

Since it was already quite a time he was in their company, Rohan was beginning to understand how their hierarchy was working. The leader, which was the Chief Clan, was the one who decided almost everything.

What he said was like laws, and Rohan never saw anyone going against him. It was always hard to see if there were any cracks in a community. Maybe some people were searching for more power inside this clan. Or maybe some factions were cracking the Blackwolf clan.

Rohan didn't know, but from what he could perceive, it seemed to be a welded clan.

After this clan leader, the most important one was because of his power. It was the old man who had tried to be threatening back when they had met Rohan. His name was Garrold, and he was a rank 4 Beginner Warrior. His mission was the protection of the clan.

The protection against what, Rohan didn't know as there was absolutely nothing in these lands. Apart from the fire snakes, there were no plants, no beasts, no water. Just nothing. All they had on them was what they had stocked before.

Then, the most important people were the two advisors, whose job, for what Rohan could see, was simply that. They advised the Chief Clan. If this one agrees with them, then it was great, but if he didn't care, then it was also great.

One of these two advisors was a woman, a middle-aged one. She had brown hair and eyes, and skin as tanned as the other clan members. What differentiated her from the other clan members and made her stand out among them was the fact that she was a rank 1 Beginner Warrior.

The second one was a man with short hair. He wasn't a warrior like the other one, just a normal man. He was called Bargas. It was the one who had openly ridiculed Rohan, back when the young warrior had explained what was his destination.

And finally, it was the children of the Chief Clan, who were treated almost like children of a king, although differently.

But even though there were the most well-treated members of the clan, it wasn't as dramatic as the separation between the nobility and the commoner that Rohan was used to. It was much freer.

Of course, the reasons were easy to find, such as the fact that this clan had only five hundred or so members at most, and they all lived together every day for a long time.

Because of that, their relationship between them was better than these kingdoms or just the cities that Rohan had seen.

As Rohan was thinking about the past few days, one of the drivers of a cart in front shouted toward their Chief.

"Clan Chief! Just in front of us!"

"Ho? Already?" A smile stretched on his face as he looked in front of him to discern what he could in the distance. He raised his finger and pointed at the area. "Blackwolf Clan! Forward!"

""Yeah!""

All of them seemed to be happy as they advanced, and Rohan, intrigued by this scene, tried to look at what was before them.

Curiously, he couldn't find anything at all. There were still rocks everywhere, and even after a few days, they didn't leave this damn desert.

One of the reasons for that was because this strange clan was pretty much turning around and around every day, but still, this desert was a large one for Rohan.

The more they approached the area targeted by these nomads, the more Rohan was questioning their sanity. There were the same rocks, the same sky, the same sun over there. Maybe the ground was a little darker, but there was nothing that could be of any interest.

However, in contrast with the awkward expression Rohan was showing, the nomads driving their carts were much more enthusiastic. Arriving at the region they wanted to reach, they all put a foot on the ground.

The sun was still high in the sky, and there was still a few hours left before the sun would flee the sky, but the clan decided to install the encampment on this area.

The same show that Rohan had already seen a few times, presented itself again before his eyes as all the members were installing the camp.

The children even helped to put the barriers all around, and after that was the hunt of the fire snake. From what Rohan could see, everyone could participate to hit the ground at the search of these creatures, but only some of them were apt enough to capture the keen animal.

With almost an extraordinary dance, they were able to capture them easily, and Rohan had never seen anyone being bitten. Even though he thought their moves to be incredible, with his natural speed and control over his body, he wouldn't have any difficulties doing even better than them.

Once the camp was installed, the latrine dug and all the tents posed, a fire was lighted, devouring the pile of wood in the center.

Coming from seemingly nowhere, a few of the nomads came back with a load of dry meat, as well as the snake they had just killed. From what Rohan could understand, everyone had the right to eat them, but it was still put in priority for the warriors.

These were only a handful in the whole Blackwolf clan. There were five or six hundred members in the clan, and so many warriors among them was a strange occurrence. Even more when it was said to be almost impossible to become a warrior in the Barren Lands.

Rohan also remembered what the chief clan had said about their clan being on the top three in the external ring, but he didn't understand what importance such a title had.

Thinking about him, the clan chief approached Rohan with a happy expression.

"Warrior Rohan. I know I shouldn't ask help from a guest of our great clan, even more so since it is you, but would you mind helping us for a bit?"

He asked with a big smile, showing off his white teeth with one of the most jovial expressions Rohan had ever seen.