Wizard cultivator

Ragnar observed the house he had been kidnapped in, the house was a really big one, and there were guards everywhere.

Ragnar opened the window, maneuvering his way to the roof.

The human males weren't part of the army his father had asked him to save, how he knew was the marking on their arm.

His father's beast was a Hydra and that marking was on the hands of all the men of his dad's platoon.

‘Saving these men now would only make them a liability, I need to set those who I'm sure can fight first. ’Ragnar thought to himself.

Meticulously jumping from building to building without making any sound louder than a pin drop Ragnar had gotten to the location where he had seen those men earlier.

It was a run down area filled with countless witches and very little houses, moans filled Ragnar's ears and meticulous scents weaved their way into his nose.

This area was specifically designed for the men of the army, because they were the ones with the most potential they were the highest leve
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