The Master of Uradan

The moon hid that night, and only the stars were lighting a bit the darkness surrounding the countless tents spreading around the stone city.

Some fires had been lit here and there, while some members of the clans took the guards. They weren't in the wilderness anymore, so the risk of being attacked by the beast was almost nonexistent. However, they were now in the middle of countless other clans, and that could be many times more dangerous than the desert.

The crackling fires were making the shadows dance while the guards were all sitting in the middle of their clans. It would be an easy feat for anyone to pass through without any noise, bypassing every clan while no one could see them.

But no one cared. Their only job was to defend their own clan, and even if they heard the clashes of a fight somewhere, no one was foolish enough to run in the direction. Some clans were killed, others survived. That was the Barren Lands. It was the land of the strong.

Hundreds of people were currently sneaking their way toward their target. They all were coming from different directions, as more than a dozen clans were under this operation. Thus, small teams of around ten to twenty armed people rushed toward the same direction, without anyone seeing them.

In no time, they reached the camp they aimed for. There were three people near the fire in the center, supposed to guard the clan. Almost two to three hundred nomads lurked in the outskirts of this camp, ready to launch an assault at the same time.

Almost everyone was armed with a spear, while only a few unsheathed their sword. Those were undoubtedly warriors, as an iron weapon was more than rare on the Barren Lands. Then, all together, they moved like specters. Before the three men talking under the fire of the camp could understand what was happening, it only took a few seconds for them to be killed.

These kinds of attacks toward a clan during the gathering weren't something that could be qualified to be rare. All they needed was to be quick, to kill everyone the most rapidly, and to take out everything they could before the great clan knew what was happening.

No clan around here would come to help the Blackwolf clan. However, only a few warriors from one of the great clans was enough to destroy them all. Because of this reason, the risks were pretty low if they could be fast enough.

Rohan was sleeping inside his tents, under the brown fur enveloping him. Even though the other members of the clan knew that he was a wizard, and thus had no need to hide his forearm, he still slept with his tunic. He didn't want any outsider to understand how powerful he truly was.

Abruptly, his eyes open in the dark. His heart palpitated as he wondered what had woken him up. His instincts were telling him that something was wrong, but he couldn't understand what made him feel uneasy.

He concentrated and listened to catch something. He couldn't hear anything, and he thought it was probably nothing. The moment he was closing his eyes to sleep, they suddenly widened as he stood up. He could sense it.

He couldn't see anything, nor hear any noise. But he had another sense that was screaming at him about the impending danger, a sense that no rank 5 Beginner Warriors should have.

Although the fifth meridian gave them a certain perception of the mana surrounding them constantly, it was far from being enough to know if someone was a warrior or not. Only if there was a large consumption of mana or an anomaly could one sense it.

That was for this reason that the captain of the guard back in Blanche had sensed the mana combustion that Rohan had used. But otherwise, he wouldn't be able to know the rank of any warriors.

But Rohan wasn't like them. His perception of the mana was far above anyone. And at this moment, he felt the mana moving outside the tent. This could only mean one thing, and that was that warriors were currently walking inside their camp.

He indeed had the habit to forget about the people he met, like their name or even their face, but he would never forget how many warriors there were in the Blackwolf clan. And the ten warriors he could feel, as well as a rank 4 Beginner Warrior, was enough to tell him what was happening.

An attack! The time wasn't to put on his armor. He quickly grabbed his sword and rushed outside the room to appear in the middle of the tent. He could hear the snoring of Barulf behind the curtain, while Elena and Kilem were also sleeping in their place. That would be the worst way to wake them up in the middle of the night, but Rohan didn't hesitate. He used all the strength he could mutter and yelled in the middle of the night.

"Wake up! We are under attack!" His voice burst in the middle of the night. The air around his mouth vibrated under this might, but Rohan didn't pay it any attention. He darted out of the tent, ready to fight any foolish people that dare to sneak into their camp.

The clan quickly woke up under the voice of the warrior and shouts echoed all around as everyone took out their weapons. The men and the woman left the warmth of the furs with red eyes and rushed outside their tents.

What welcomed them was hundreds of armed fighters who couldn't care less about being sneaky anymore. Fights broke out immediately and instantly, the members of the different clans felt that something was wrong.

A man charged with a powerful roar and threw himself in the melee, not caring about his life anymore. A woman in another place wielded her weapons like a demoness and made the blood spill around her.

An elder thrust his poorly made weapon again and again as if his old age was only a facade.

Mad! They were all mad!

Rohan rushed toward the ones he identified as warriors. He saw Barulf behind him run toward an enemy with his powerful physic, before sending the man flying away. Kilem, as a warrior, didn't have any difficulties fighting.

They all had lost their families a few days ago. They were all powerless under the attacks of those terrifying beasts. Even the warriors had felt the death approaching dangerously, as they could only see their family being killed.

Some of them had lost their wife, some others their husband. Some parents had lost their children, while some children had lost their parents. The sadness inside their heart was not easy to understand, and no one could be sure of how much rage was inside their heart.

And now, while some of them still find it difficult to sleep at night, as the blood of their clan's members would appear in their dreams, those people dared to attack them. Almost all of the Blackwolf clan snapped as they saw the blood a new time. Now wasn't the time to be powerless. Now it wasn't a fight against powerful beasts they couldn't fight against.

Now was the time to fight against those bastards attacking them.. Now was the time to kill them all and vent the hatred inside their hearts.