The Master of Uradan

Inside a room of the most grandiose mansion of Blanche, the only rank 5 Beginner Warrior of the city was currently looking through the window. The sun could be seen sneaking behind white clouds strolling around. The trees of the garden were dancing under the wind. It was a peaceful sigh.

"I want to know why my disciple is dead."

The deep voice almost made the most powerful men of the city jump from the shock. He hastily turned around, only to see an old man with severe eyes glaring at him. The captain of the guards took some time to ponder where he had already seen this man. He was sure to have already seen him somewhere.

But how could he appear here? The door was still closed, and no one should be able to enter without being presented by anyone. His hand slightly moved toward the pommel of his sword.

"Who are you? And how did you get there?"

He didn't know what was happening, but the man in front of him seemed to be dangerous.

"When I ask a question, I want an answer." His deep voice filled the room with an intangible might and even made the warrior feel dizzy. "Why has one of my disciples, Jared, been found dead?"

The captain couldn't help but widened his eyes. He finally understood who the man was in front of him. And this knowledge nearly made him drop to the ground. The worst-case scenario was here. The court wizard had come out of his tower!

"Sir Wizard, it is a pleasure to see you today." Sweat was flowing down his back as he fully bent his body to welcome this old man. This man was a bona fide Advanced Wizard. No wonder anymore how he could have appeared there. He only had to teleport!

"Answer to me, insect, I'm running out of patience. Can't you answer a damn question?" The wizard moved a step forward as he bellowed against the warrior. The once-powerful nearly crouched against the ground.

He didn't have the choice anymore, he could only save himself. Without wasting more time, and being scared for his life, the captain threw away two names.

"Court Wizard, the two warriors who had killed your disciple, even though I have explicitly told them not to do so, are the warrior Matthew as well as another warrior, named Rohan." His voice was shaking as didn't dare to look up toward this mighty individual.

"You have a week to bring back these men to the capital, or if I am forced to find them myself, it is this whole city which will burn down, do you understand?" Without even waiting for an answer, he disappeared from where he was standing.

The warrior plopped down against the floor. This was bad.

The next days following the apparition of this wizard, a storm engulfed the city of Blanche. The warrior Mathew had taken the daughter of the viscount, Elia, as a hostage and had found a way to run away. And the warrior Rohan couldn't be found anymore. Worse, even the blacksmith that supposedly lodged him had disappeared, only leaving a shop full of weapons and rubbish.

It was only after Delia had spilled the truth that the captain and the count understood where the young warrior was: the Barren Lands. They could only be cursed for their bad luck, and without a lot of choices, they decided to release a warrant, with a reward for whoever found these two targets.

Unfortunately, this warrant didn't only take place in the kingdom of Daksina.

A man was standing at the center of a training ground. He was wearing armor fully made of metal, showing off the riches he could afford. After all, these kinds of armor were a rare sight for the countries of the south.

On his hand was a beautiful greatsword, which probably weighed more than his body. But even so, he didn't have any difficulties wielding such a piece of work. It was obvious that he found this weapon too light for him.

Even for a warrior in the beginner ranks, a normal sword was far too light to be comfortable with it. Because of that, there were a lot of weapons made exclusively for these powerful fighters. But for an Advanced warrior such as himself, it was still complicated to find a good weapon in this ridiculously poor country.

And the worst was that even going to the north to try to purchase a better weapon was almost impossible, as it was costing far too much.

He didn't have the time to begin his training, so abruptly, a butler yelled behind him. A sigh left his mouth.

"Lord Hanshen, we have special information from the neighboring country."

"Ho?" He felt curious about this appetizer. What could be so interesting?

"Lord, do you remember the rebellion of the duchy of Barnes a few years ago? You have asked all of us to find the traces of all nobles that had participated in it." The warrior suddenly felt his interest plummet to the ground. Was it only for that?

"And then? One of them had tried to flee inside one of the neighboring kingdoms and had been found?" His monotonous voice left his mouth, what was the point of telling him that?

"Do you remember the name Rohan, Lord?"

Hanshen felt his eyes glow when he heard the name. Of course, he remembered it. After they had taken over the duchy and searched through all the documents they had, a name had resonated for quite a time. The former Duke of Barnes had tried to hide everything, but it wasn't an easy feat when a lot of people were in the know.

This Rohan was at this time a young warrior. Hanshen remembered this name because of the mighty talent he had. He had become a rank 1 Beginner Warrior in a day, and not even a year later, he was already a rank 2 one. It was unprecedented.

Sadly, there was no way to know if he was alive or not. After the passage of the old monster, all soldiers had simply been transformed into ashes, so they couldn't find a way to know if he had died that day. Has he been finally found out?

"It is as you are expecting, Lord. A young rank 3 Beginner Warrior, holding the name Rohan and with the same characteristic, is being searched by the kingdom of Daksina. The reason for that is that he had killed a wizard more than a year ago, and his master was the court wizard of this country."

"A rank 3 Beginner, a year ago, killing a wizard? Find a way to snatch this boy from their claws, he belonged to our kingdom! If these greedy bastards find out about the potential of this boy, it will be hard to have him here." Hanshen hastily walked back toward the mansion. Now wasn't the time to train anymore.

"Don't worry, Lord. This boy wouldn't be caught before quite a time. After all, he had already left for the Barren Lands a few months ago." These words made the warrior stop in his tracks. A smile bloomed on his face. At least now, it would be easier for them to catch it before the other kingdom.

Rohan, oblivious to what was happening on the other side, was currently cursing the sun in his mind.. The Blackwolf clan was heading toward the Kolmos mountain, while the wheels crushed the rocks, as dust and sand created a trail going up behind them.