Chapter 744 The Vengeful Man

Thuram's favorite thing to do is to sit on the second floor of the tavern and admire the customers who come and go downstairs.

This is his tavern and his territory, so Thuram named it "skull wine glass" according to his own preferences, redecorated it, and hung a series of incomplete skulls at the entrance, as Pub sign.

Although five years ago, it was not called this name.

What was it called back then?

Fairy Forest... or Fairy Garden? Forget it, it doesn't matter anyway, Thuram took a sip of the spirit containing the fire lantern fruit, letting the hot taste fill the root of his tongue. Such a weak name is not suitable for the blood-stained land. There are no goblins or goblin-like women here, but there are more or less bones.

After each battle, a pile of corpses would be left on the periphery of the iron sand city. Compared with the perishable flesh, he preferred the white bones baked in the hot sand, especially the skull.

First of all, it has a scare effect, so that those who come to drink and make trouble understand what kind of place this is.

Second, it does hold wine, which saves you from buying a few wine glasses.

After all, the former doesn't work for everyone. There are always some idiots with deformed heads who think that everything is like his own backyard, while his opponents are no different from women who can only cry. In a place where troublemakers are common, fragile crockery and glass are not ideal containers.

Looking at every customer is a habit Thuram has developed in recent years. People who come and go here can generally be divided into three categories, half-dead, near-dead, and dead-he prefers to distinguish people in this way rather than their identities. The purpose of the half-dead people coming here is simple, to drink, gamble, and play with women; as long as they maintain their current behavior, they can basically complete the remaining half of the journey. Most of the dead were guard dogs or challengers who came to inquire about the situation. They had already put their heads under the sword and might move at any time.

As for the dead...of course they are the troublemakers.

The objects that Thuram focused on were neither the half-dead nor the dead, because the former was very boring, and the latter could only bring so much joy when they were dead. His favorites were checkmates, in whom Thuram could see himself as a young man.

At that time, he was also like them, holding a sharp knife in his hand, in the blood-stained land envied by many clans, but his eyes were always looking at Iron Sand City.

While waiting, courage, blood, and strength gradually left him, until someone took his place and became the new owner of the small oasis... He begged for mercy to allow himself to survive, and became a part of the blood-stained land. But from the dead to the half-dead.

Although life is under the knife's edge, the dead may soar into the sky, such as breaking out of a cocoon, spreading their wings, and being reborn from the ashes. The half-dead will never have this opportunity, and can only find some fun as a consolation in the boring second half of life.

For example, admiring these oasis passers-by... or being buried in the yellow sand, or becoming the new owner of this place.

At this moment, a subordinate opened the door and walked in, whispering something in his ear.

"Oh? Are you sure you heard correctly?" Thuram was startled.

"That's what he said, and judging from the appearance of the woman beside him...it's likely to be a goddess."

Thuram pondered for a moment, and then showed a malicious smile, "Bring them in, remember to put away your weapons, this guy is not easy to deal with."

"yes."

Look, now there is a big fun coming to the door.

...

There were two visitors. Although their bodies were hidden under loose robes, he could still tell that they were a man and a woman. When the tall man took off his hood and showed his true face in front of him, Thuram couldn't help squinting his eyes, "I didn't expect that I would see you again one day, Iron Axe."

"There are more things you can't think of than the stars reflected in the oasis. It's not surprising," Iron Ax first waited for the woman to sit down, and then calmly sat opposite him, "But at this moment...you should know Why did I come here?"

"Probably," Thuram shrugged. As an old sandman, he was familiar with every holy duel in the Burning Lands. Some generals can indeed be reborn from the ashes, but most of them are completely dead, and the Osha clan is one of them... Although I heard that some accidents occurred during the duel, the result will not change . "It's just that you shouldn't come back, the Iron Whip clan is no longer what it used to be."

As a well-known half-blood warrior, the other party was also eager to recruit—even after becoming a subordinate of the watchdog, his original ambitions were not completely extinguished. He fantasized that the clan would regain the small oasis one day, And go one step further, step onto the sacred duel ground.

However, that was several years ago.

As for now...he just wanted to have some fun.

"That's right, it's exactly what I want," Iron Ax said disapprovingly, "I was worried that they would have been driven out of Iron Sand City by other challengers and died in some corner of the knot, but now it seems that the three gods haven't completely fallen asleep yet. Well."

Thuram frowned. The half-blood warrior in his impression was not a boastful person, "I understand your desire for revenge, but if you don't have the matching strength, it's tantamount to asking for death." Speaking of which, he Looking at the woman who said nothing, "Even if the Aosha clan gave birth to a goddess, it would be difficult to reverse the gap between you and the Iron Whip clan. Most of the exiles back then have died, and it is only with the two of you What else can be done?"

"That's why I found you, Thuram." Iron Ax looked very natural, but the content of his words made his heart skip a beat, "Is your clan still staying in this oasis? Eight years ago As challengers with the Aosha clan, they obviously had the opportunity to enter Iron Sand City, but eventually became watchdogs, and later on...not even watchdogs. Seeing clansmen become slaves of other clans, you will Haven’t you ever felt a trace of regret? Now a new opportunity is in front of you, to swear allegiance to Lord Drow Silver Moon, and you will be able to touch the walls of Iron Sand City again!”

After being stunned for a while, Thuram finally laughed out loud.

"Hahahahaha..."

It was a rare pleasure indeed, and there is nothing more entertaining than watching a mad Avenger go down to ruin, only he didn't expect the other party to try to transfer the fun to him.

"So you want this little girl to become the new patriarch of the clan, and then initiate a holy duel? Even her father is no more than an equal to me, but now you let me serve her as master? Maybe you did find some A good helper, I can play some tricks in the duel, but what good is it for me? Gather those slave tribesmen, fight with the watchdogs, and then welcome you into Iron Sand City?"

At the end, his tone became a bit ferocious, "Tell me, Iron Axe, what kind of benefits can you give me so that I won't reveal the movements of Miss Drow Silver Moon to the Iron Whip Clan? Get a nice reward from them? I guess they'd be interested in torturing a goddess who was a former enemy."