The Master of Uradan - Chapter 137

“Hey, isn’t there someone descending the mountain?” One of the guards shouted as he pointed his finger toward the rock slope of the mountain facing the north.

“What are you talking about? There’s no way someone can come through the mountain without us knowing about it beforehand. And if it’s the case, then it doesn’t concern us.” The captain of this group lazily answered as he didn’t even turn his face.

There was always a patrol here, as well as countless ones surrounding the mountain, keeping the crossing paths from any intruder. The captain had never seen anyone daring enough to fiercely enter, and that was after years of being a guard for the Bluekraken clan.

That was why he didn’t care about what his subordinate was seeing. If he hadn’t received any news about someone supposed to pass through his area, then it means that this person didn’t oblige by the rules. He wasn’t going to check on such an individual.

From his years of experiences, he didn’t think it could truly be someone who had sneaked his way toward the peak of the sacred mountain. This feat was simply impossible. Almost impossible.

Someone did successfully enter the mountain a few weeks ago, but that was after he had pretended to be a member of a clan receiving the sacred water. But instead, it was a vile character coming from the other side trying to plunder their riches.

Unfortunately, although the higher-ups wanted to keep it a secret, it somehow spread around the whole Barren lands. All the clans were condemning such a man, even more so when the Blackwolf clan had been manipulated by this evil person. But after the news had been leaked, another information had been released: this Rohan had simply disappeared.

It was obvious the details were tightly controlled, but a lot of rumors have been circulating. Since it was during the gathering when all the clans were present, it had reached an extreme level.

Even though some of the clans sneered at the Blackwolf clan for having been easily lied to and manipulated, the clans of the Barren Lands had always been united against an enemy: the other side.

The captain frowned as the other members of his patrols became agitated. He could hear a fast pace trampling nearing his position. His heart throbbed as he lifted his chin and looked at the directions the other guards were watching with ajar mouths.

Several hundred meters away, a humanoid shadow was facing them, running at high speed.

The captain needed a few minutes for his sight to perceive anything. Black hair floating under the wind, dark eyes as deep and calm as the darkest night. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Each second the figure dashed forward and crossed tens of meters, and in no time, it was already in front of them.

Before anyone could act in front of this man wearing a light gray dress wrapping his body, he had already bypassed them, freezing their minds. The captain rapidly turned around to follow the man with his eyes. Such a speed was proof he was an Intermediate Warrior.

But most importantly, how could he not recognize this person’s face? He was there that day, among the large crowd watching the fights to determine the ranking of the clans.

“You! Lit the fire! Now! The bastard from the other side had once again appeared! He can’t leave as if it was his home!” He designated one of his subordinates, but seeing this man being too slow, he snatched away the piece of silex from his hand.

“Damnit!” He pushed him and rushed to the side, where a large woodpile could be seen. It was formed like a cone and pointed to the sky. Without wasting more time, he quickly lit up a spark. The wood ignited almost instantly, and suddenly, a large fire appeared on the north side of the sacred mountain.

Rohan rushed down the Kolmos mountain. His speed had increased so much that he couldn’t even believe it himself. His stamina was like an inexhaustible sea that would never be depleted. But the fun part of his plan was now being replaced with the tough one.

Although he called it a plan, he assumed that no one would dare to call his madness a plan, not even an idea. It was extremely simple. Just running through the city and heading back toward the other side. Nothing more, nothing less.

His body brimmed with energy as he charged down through the rocky and mossy part of the mountain. Suddenly, a voice boomed like thunder a distance away, right from the direction he was heading.

“You!” It was the same old man that had brought the group to the cave that day, he didn’t know how he could still be alive, but he wouldn’t let him escape this time. “I’m gonna rip off your head!”

He ran with all his speed. He became perplexed when he saw that Rohan, who was only a rank 5 Beginner Warrior continued without fleeing away. He thought he was being looked down on by this boy. His eyes became red as his angry shout left his throat.

“You’re seeking death, you bastard!”

The two opponents charged against each other, and the moment they were close enough, the Intermediate Warrior unsheathed his sword to slash with a mighty speed.

But he had overlooked an important piece of information. For him, Rohan was only a Beginner Warrior and was only a weakling. He wanted to chop one or two limbs before capturing him. He was sure he could do it, and he didn’t even take the time to observe the young man.

His speed wasn’t any lower than his. The moment the blade cleaved the air, Rohan used Charge.

The red mana rushed like a torrent through his meridian. It burst on his right leg as Rohan stomped on the ground.

Boom!

The ground violently cracked as rocks as large as a head flew all around accompanied by a sea of dust.

Rohan darted like an arrow in a straight line. He was a ghost evading the attack. He was already behind the old man in only an instant, while the distance between them widened in less than a second.

The sword touched nothing but the rocks flying around. The old man was alarmed as his face became ashen. What was this speed?

Rohan wasn’t waiting for the elder to snap back to reality and continued forward. The back of the stone city was appearing in his view. Now was the critical moment.

In only a few seconds, he was already inside the city. He stormed his way through the north without any hesitation with only the other side far away as a goal.

The commotion he created made the city panic, and as he guessed, several enraged warriors followed after him. Among them was the old man. They yelled and insulted, as they wouldn’t let this man escape this place. But their objective was bound to be difficult.

Each time a warrior appeared in Rohan’s path, the young man would easily dodge them. When he couldn’t do so, a couple of explosions echoed in the city as the ground was destroyed. Rohan flashed through the dust as he bypassed every obstacle.

His only purpose was to get out of here, and his mind and body worked together to reach this situation.

The exit of the city was in front of him as he ran through the large street. All the clans had already returned in the Barren Lands, and almost no one was here to hold him back.

Behind, a couple of warriors, from middle age to old people, were shooting angrily as they rushed with all their strength.. They were all Intermediate Warriors chasing after Rohan, but they were unable to reach him.