Chapter 68 - Only I Can See The Truth

Lying on its blood, the lifeless body of the doe had a large hole on its head. Blood and brain matter were dropping down against the grassy ground.

The man gulped down at this sight. He was maybe used to the might of the rank 4 Beginner Warrior of their clan, but he was far too weak compared to this Rohan.

This parasite had come on these lands. Like all people on the other side, he probably thought of himself as a king putting his feet in a barbarians' land.

It wasn't without any reason that the countries outside of the Barren Lands were called the other side. These despicable bastards were just acting like gatekeepers and any person wanting to get out of these tough lands was simply pushed back. Or worse, killed.

A few years ago, maybe a decade, there was a clan from the interior ring which had decided to leave these poor lands.

It was only some time after that all the clans of the Barren Lands had learned what had happened.

They had been exterminated. This clan knew they couldn't ask any country or city to live along with them, so they had chosen the only choice they got. They simply live their nomadic life, but on better land.

They had camped inside a luxuriant forest, and on the contrary with the one the Blackwolf was currently resting, there wasn't any need to pay attention to the flora and fauna. They could rest on the same area for months and months, and no damage was done to the surrounding area.

Animals were seemingly infinite, waiting to be chased. Water was everywhere, offering its body. The weather was perfect, welcoming them.

But unfortunately, it didn't take long before the country was aware of their presence. What was said was that there wasn't any warning. Nothing, but a group of powerful warriors had crushed them.

It was a mid-sized clan from the interior ring, and there was a rank 5 Beginner Warrior among them. But even so, no one survived. The country who had exterminated them, which was called Daksina or something, had simply sent back the bodies to the Barren Lands.

Guros hated to the core these people from the north, from the other side. Thinking of them as if they were mighty.

But what was better than them? Nothing. He knew how to hunt, he knew how to cook, he knew how to use a bow, he knew how to use a spear.

The man in front of him had only his strength, only given to him because of his environment. If this Rohan or whatever was born inside these lands, he would be nothing.

But for a reason he couldn't understand, Daina was interested in this man. She was currently crouching in front of the dead doe. She had a knife in her hand and was talking to the warrior. She pointed at some areas of the beast while the warrior nodded his head.

He didn't like it. Why should they teach anything to this parasite? He had just shown up like that, snapping his fingers. Now he was here as if the mighty Blackwolf clan was obliged to teach him everything he wanted.

And what was pissing him off was also the reaction of the other members of the group. They were all around the warrior and Daina, adding comments and more information here and there.

Did the strength the warrior had shown to them was enough to brainwash them, to make them bow their head and prostrate themselves? He couldn't tolerate it! It was simply preposterous!

This guy wasn't a member of the clan. There was no need to be his slaves or anything. Then why? Why? Why? WHY?!

He could only gnash his teeth and tighten his fists. If he could, he would have already pounced on this bastard. This one was currently holding a dagger. He could see it from where he was. It was a much better weapon than all he had on him.

How could he be unable to have such a well-made weapon? Simply because he was from the Barren Lands? He couldn't tolerate it. This warrior was pissing him off the more he thought about it.

He saw himself taking his spear to plant it on the stranger's back. The urge to kill him was stronger and stronger, like a seed burgeoning in his mind.

His nail entered inside his palm. A few drops of blood left the small injuries and flowed down against the grass at his feet.

He saw the warrior nodding a new time in his head, and he placed his dagger where Daina had told him to. He sank the blade inside the fur and skin, and without taking too much time, he began to remove the skin.

With the strength of the warrior, the control he had over his body, as well as the quality of his blade, the job was cleaner than everyone had thought.

The skin was removed bit by bit, and the warrior didn't even need to cut it into several pieces. Before long, the whole skin, without any holes on it, without any marks or scratches, was perfectly removed.

Such a deed was only because of his strength, and such strength was only given to him because he came from the north. Maybe he even had the richness to drink potions every day to increase his rank.

The man felt his rage grow inside his body, making his hands shake from the surplus of emotions.

After the skin was removed, Daina and the other hunters began to felicitate this bastard, as if he was some kind of genius. But it was only because he came from the north, why were they congratulating him? That didn't make any sense!

Then, they explained to him how to cut the meat of the beast, while removing the blood the fastest possible to have the best savor.

The six other hunters were fully explaining everything and guided him. This warrior, him, only had to follow their guidance. He took out the flesh, removed the blood, and extracted the best organs.

The warrior then smiled. A smile sending arrows into the mind of the young man, watching with hatred. It was a smile saying it was so easy, saying they were useful to him. He wanted to torture this bastard, but he couldn't, simply because he came from the north where becoming a warrior was an easy feat.

In the end, once everything valuable was taken away from the dead doe, the carcass was separated into a few parts. They wouldn't let anything here. On the contrary, each member was enveloping a part in a skin bag to bring back everything to the camp.

They weren't hunting for anything after all. The Blackwolf Clan needed to make some reserve for when they headed to the Kolmos mountain.

Guros also bent down with shaking hands, full of rage, to put his part inside his bags.

He couldn't but always watch from the corner of his eyes at this warrior named Rohan. He had the urge to kill this bastard, but he was far too weak to do so.

He was the only one here seeing the truth, but he could only wait for now.. And plan to kill this warrior coming from the other side, to save and bring justice to his clan.