The Master of Uradan

After using his rank 1 Beginner Wizard power, the slaughter inevitably continued. But this time, it was the slaughter of the beasts.

Rohan ran toward the alpha of the pack fighting against the ever-decreasing group of fighters. He went past the members of the clan, and without any words from him, he unleashed his power.

Darias let out an angry bellow as he slashed at the creature. He had forgotten how many times he had moved his weapon already, as well as how many times he had to dodge those terrifying claws.

Garrold was on the side, attacking with red eyes. The stab coming from his weapon was weaker than what he had done previously. After all, he wasn't using his right hand to wield his sword.

His arm was nowhere to be seen, and even the sleeves had disappeared. All there was to be seen was a bloody emptiness. The leather armor and the furs were badly damaged, and the cut wasn't clean at all. It was not the claws that hat copped his arm: the dracass had simply torn off the limb with its jaw.

Suddenly, as the two swords flashed against the beast, as well as tens of spears appearing here and there, a violent wind made Darias' hair jump on his head. The hiss passed only a small distance from his ears, and the following scene left him completely dazed, as well as every member.

The beast perfectly dodged a few weapons while letting some deflect against its tough scales. At the same time, it swept its claws around him to let the blood flow. At least, it was what it intended to do. Before its claws even leave the ground, a gruesome gash appeared on its left flank.

Blood spurt at the dracass sense this attack merely notching its bones. It roared with all its strength and jumped away with a speed much more incredible than before. It didn't even think about killing the other members and watched with dread as another one of these supposed insects approached. It was without a doubt this newcomer who had injured its flank.

Darias looked at the warrior slowly advancing with his raised sword. His mind didn't understand what had happened. Only an Intermediate Warrior could send a mana blade. He haven't seen it because of the night, but he was sure to have felt it. There was no mistake. This young man was a mighty Intermediate Warrior!

He felt that he had been played by this young man since the start, but he didn't mind it at all. On the contrary, he was relieved as he starred as this young warrior. He didn't know his age since he had never asked it, but Rohan should be around the same age as his children, around 20 or maybe a bit less.

For him, being a rank 3 Beginner Warrior at this age was already impressive, much less an Intermediate one.

Unfortunately, he couldn't be more wrong in all his suppositions. Rohan was only 16, nearly 17 years old, and he was still quite a distance away from beginning and Intermediate Warrior.

The pairs of eyes from all the members nearby were locked against this young man as he headed toward the beast observing him. With a loud shattering noise, the warrior blurred under extreme speed.

Almost immediately, he appeared on the left of the creature and struck with his sword. The dracass wasn't expecting such a speed and only reacted at the last moment. Rohan barely missed the hit as only the tip of the sword scratched his scales. Only a white line appeared, failing to injure the beast.

But Rohan didn't stop there. At the same time, his sword screeched against the almost metallic black scales, he raised his left hand. In no time, under the stunned members of the Blackwolf and Greybat clans, an invisible blade hit the large dracass and another ghastly wound appeared there.

The leader of the pack whined from the pain. This human dared to injure him! Rage and indignance swelled on its mind as it crazily jumped and swopped down upon its new target.

Darias watched the fight with his mouth totally open. He was so shocked his blade fell on the ground in a clinging sound. He couldn't believe what he had just seen, but as the warrior was fighting against the beast, he used this strange capacity more than once to injure the beast from a distance.

He knew that he should charge forward to help Rohan, but he couldn't do so as his mind was overheating. It wasn't the attack from an Intermediate Warrior at all. It was no wonder he had thought his speed was lacking for such a warrior. This boy was even more terrifying than one! There was no mistake possible, he was a mighty wizard!

All the fighters around him were coming to the same conclusion, and they were too dumbstruck to provide any help. Rohan was battling alone against this beast, but he didn't need any help.

He slashed and stabbed with his sword while dodging the crude blows of the beast. Then, sometimes, he would unleash a wind blade and increase the number of injuries the dracass had. It was only a question of time before the beast was too tired, and this situation quickly appeared.

Now. Rohan used Charge and blurred another time, evading the fangs of the beast and appearing on the side of the still opened maw. His mana rushed to his right arm and his sword cleaved toward the dracass powered by a Strengthened Blow. The beast was far too exhausted to react in time.

His head was cut clean. Blood spilled on the ground and jumped against Rohan. The body collapsed. The head fell a distance away.

The fighters jolted back to reality when they saw the alpha dead in front of them. Now wasn't the time to watch curiously a show. Under the command of Darias, they all rushed around to protect the maximum number of fellow members they could.

The three warriors fighting the beast earlier were now only two, and they started to feel their arms going numb. The exhaustion was intense as they put greater control over their body they had never had.

The beast in front of them was also covered in injuries, and its speed had immensely decreased. But even so, they believed that would soon be the end for them. But before death could catch them, Garrold appeared and clumsily struck with his sword.

He was a rank 4 Beginner Warrior, and the control over his body was excellent. Even if it was clumsy, it was under comparison with his previous might. He had no difficulties killing this injured beast occupied by the two other warriors.

After drinking more potions to recover from the expenditure of his mana, Rohan rushed back on the battlefield. The situation quickly turned around, with his bloody sword cutting through scales and limbs and his godly powers cleaving through flesh and bones.

Along with his massacre, the other clan members followed to kill these terrifying. They were mainly playing the role of a support, as without Rohan they wouldn't be able to kill these magical dracasses.

Before long, all the beasts were killed. They had lived through this night, but at what price