The Master of Uradan

Since the boy couldn't answer, then he would find the answer by himself. He walked over to look at what it was. There was a white cloth, with some stains on it. The color was hard to guess with this dim light from the moon. The rag was open, showing what was inside.

It was a large piece of dried meat, but there was a large quantity of blood on it. Darias stared blankly at this piece of bloody meat.

"Dried…meat? With blood on it? What do you even wan…" He couldn't achieve his sentence. His face darkened terribly. He rushed to the boy at full speed, the one of a rank 3 Beginner Warrior.

He caught Guros by the collar and lifted him with an abrupt and easy gesture.

"How many?!" He roared under the silent night as he shook the boy refusing to answer. "How many nights did you do that?!"

The camp jolted awake under his powerful voice exploding in the whole area. For the first time in a very long time, Darias felt his rage boiling under his skin. He couldn't wait anymore. An answer wasn't of any help now.

He resisted the urge to kill this boy right now and here, and ran back to the camp. For how many days? How much bloody meat this bastard had left behind them? How long do the clans have to survive this apocalypse? He didn't know. He didn't know anything, but one thing.

They were dead if they didn't move now!

"Blackwolf and Greybat clan, wake up and move your ass!"

His bellow thundered, stricken panic to all the members and chasing all sleepiness. It wasn't the best action he could have done, but time was against him.

He rushed to the center of the camp and even wondered for a time if they should leave the tents there. Sadly, they couldn't, as, without any resources, death would wait for them after a few days.

"Dismantle the camp, prepare the carts, wake up the karags! We leave in twenty minutes! I don't want to see anyone slack off! All warriors and advisors, on me!" They were in an atrocious situation.

All the members of the clans were hurrying. They didn't know what was happening, but hearing Darias and seeing him running at high speed with Guros treated like a rag doll, the situation could only be a dire one.

Rohan was woken up by the yell like any other member, and he rushed to put on his leather armor. He had learned how to put one alone for a long time already, as he always hated having a servant helping to change. Even in the total darkness, he only needed a couple of minutes to put it on him.

He exited his room with his sword on its scabbard and saw the two siblings tidying the tent. He chose to not help them and headed outside. Although he wasn't a member of the Blackwolf clan, he was nonetheless the stronger one out there.

He looked outside. Under the only light of the moon and the huge fire in the center, the nomads were quickly cleaning up the area. They removed everything in their tents with extreme dexterity and habit and put everything inside their carts. Some of them ran to the karags to bring and equip them.

No one knew what was happening for the clan chief to act unusually serious. Rohan darted to the center where this one was standing. Seeing this man always with a smile on him now exuding an aura of rage, with a young man on his hands, stunned the young warrior for a short time.

Rohan took some instant to recognize the young man, he was the one nagging at him the first time Daina wanted to teach him how to hunt. After that day, none of them had talked to each other, and Rohan had already forgotten the name of this guy. He approached Darias as the others were also nearing at full speed.

All the most important members of the two clans were gathering there.

Without wasting time, Darias spoke only a few words. "This bastard was trying to attract the dracasses. Bargas, find something to tie him up and bring back one of his grandparents."

"Yes, clan chief!" The man with short hair took some time to recover from this news and quickly ran to execute his mission.

Rohan tilted his head on the side when he saw all the warriors being this afraid. Was this beast that terrifying? From what he had read in the notebook, it seemed to be as dangerous as a stray cat at most.

The warriors were looking furiously at the young man who could only shrink and plopped to the ground under their might combined. But at this moment, when Rohan thought this young man would pee his pants, this one turned a hateful gaze and looked straight at him. There was too much hatred and anger in those eyes.

Rohan didn't seem to understand what was happening, but all the other members of the Blackwolf clan didn't have any difficulties doing so. The whole clan knew about what had lived through this boy since they all live through this hell as well.

When they first saw Rohan on his horse, in the middle of nowhere back then, the first reflex they had was to defend themselves. The last time the clan had crossed the path with another warrior coming from the other side a long time ago, things had rapidly escalated.

Yes, it was indeed the Intermediate Warrior who had found nothing but death at the foot of the Kolmos mountain. And by lack of luck, the Blackwolf clan had also met this horrible character.

That was why back then when Rohan had declared to be a warrior, they all had taken a careful approach. It was also why the majority of the clan was first dubitative with the choice of their chief to accept this man to tag along with them. Now that it was more than two months since this warrior was there, no one had any problem with him, or at least on the surface.

Among those who had a grudge against the warrior, Guros and his family were undeniably the ones who had the most reasons to hate him. After all, if his parents were now dead, it was because of this Intermediate Warrior. Even the scar Guros had was made by this man, who had cut his mouth till his ear only to have fun.

This person thought of himself as the master of the area, as if since he was the most powerful out there, he could do whatever he wanted. The clan couldn't do anything to protect themselves back then.

A normal human could run away from a Beginner Warrior with a bit of luck, but a Beginner Warrior couldn't flee from an intermediate Warrior. The power was too far apart, and every member could only grit their teeth in anger.

It was only at the next gathering at the foot of the sacred mountain that they had seen a lifeless body hanging at a tree, rotten and eaten by predators. At least, justice had been given by one of the four great clans.

Rohan listened carefully as Darias quickly explained to him the reasons for the man to employ such a deed. From those, Darias had already more or less understood what was the goal of Guros. Attracting these beasts was probably to use them and threaten Rohan.

What he couldn't understand however was how this stupid boy could think of this terrible idea. Did he want the whole clan to die along with this random warrior? Darias contemplated the situation as he felt rage surging from his body.

He suppressed it. He didn't want to spill any blood right now. He looked at the warrior in front of him contorting his face from this story.

The young warrior narrowed his eyes from how incredulous he felt. He and the other warrior were two entirely different people, and judging him because of another one simply because they came from the same part of the continent, was for Rohan a lack of perspective and reflection.

Rohan felt a headache incoming. This lunatic was mad enough to put all his clan into danger simply to drive him away or kill him? What an absurd idea!

He suddenly felt that he should have indeed murdered him that day, in the middle of this forest.