Chapter 745 Thunderstorm!

Iron Ax didn't fly into a rage as he expected, and even the change in his expression was hard to see, which surprised Thuram a little. I remember that in the past, this half-breed would never allow anyone to threaten Princess Osha, even verbally.

He couldn't help turning his head to look at drow Yinyue, and found that the goddess also didn't respond at all, as if she didn't care about her own safety.

What are these two thinking?

Thuram touched the God's Stone of Retaliation in his arms, and the fierce expression on his face was unavoidably stiff.

"Actually, I didn't place any hope on you to defeat the watchdog. I knew how courageous you were eight years ago when I didn't make a move... At least it's far weaker than your tone," Iron Ax said slowly, "And I came back this time not only to avenge the Iron Whip clan."

The first half of the other party's sentence hit his sore spot, but the second half of the sentence made him startled slightly.

"Not just for revenge?"

"I will challenge the six major clans and make Aosha the leader of the clan." Iron Ax said word by word.

Although the iron sand city clans jointly manage this oasis, there is still a difference in status between clans - the strongest owns the best area in the city, which is a matter of course. If one wanted to climb to this position, one had to challenge the clans in the front row one by one. For Ao Sha who had nothing, he had to defeat all the six major clans in order to occupy the core area of ​​Iron Sand City.

This is the idea of ​​a lunatic.

The road to the top cannot be interrupted, and the physical exertion of six consecutive battles can make people desperate, let alone dealing with the first-class Mo Jin warriors. Generally speaking, after a holy duel, it takes more than half a year for the warriors in the clan to recover. As for those who died in battle, they have to be retrained or recruited.

In other words, the more resources, the thicker the background. You must know that Kuangyan, the head of the current clan, has not given up the number one position for decades.

The Avenger is a difficult type to categorize.

Some of them hit the sky, and some lost everything; as for those who hesitated or simply gave up during the preparation process, they can be found everywhere. So they may be half-dead, dying, or dead...but there is no doubt that the madman must be the last kind.

There is nothing more to talk about.

Thuram found that even his interest in having fun had disappeared without a trace. It can be said that revenge against Iron Whip was beyond his control, and he was an enemy of the entire Iron Sand City? Just thinking about this news made him restless. In order to avoid getting burned, he yelled directly, "Children, arrest this guy, together with that woman!"

There are a total of four clansmen in the room, plus the two guards outside the door, all holding sharp blades and sacred stones. The six-on-two battle, plus the fact that their weapons had been confiscated before entering the door, no matter how strong the iron ax was, it was impossible to escape from here.

Killing the half-breed, and handing over the descendants of Osha to the Iron Whip clan, he should be able to get a lot of rewards, he thought, maybe he could become the watchdog of this small oasis again.

At this moment, Princess Osha also stood up, she let out a mocking chuckle, then lifted the hood, and at the same time removed the thin veil on her face.

Her black hair was scattered, and she was too beautiful to behold. My subordinates were right, she was indeed a goddess, but...not the Drow Silver Moon that Thuram was familiar with.

No Sandman woman can have skin as white as snow.

The long dark hair spread out like a waterfall, and the golden eyes shone dangerously.

"Who are you……"

Thuram opened his mouth, and when he was halfway through speaking, the woman had easily dodged the oncoming slash, and then punched a clansman in the face.

It is true that the black-haired goddess did not use a weapon, but her fist was even more powerful than a hammer. With a muffled sound, the clansman who was hit by the blow flew backwards, smashed through the wall surrounded by wooden boards, and went straight from the two sides. The building fell to the first floor!

"……who?"

When he asked this sentence, the second person also made a hole in the wall.

There was an explosion in the tavern.

The cold wind rushed in, making the fire flicker.

The Goddess kept walking, every move was like dancing with the wind, but the shadow magnified by the fire made Thuram feel chilly. Why? Shouldn't they all be wearing the God's Stone of Retaliation?

This kind of gemstone bought from the Kingdom of Graycastle at a high price should allow ordinary people to respond to the goddess, but why is it like nothing in front of her?

The fourth clansman also fell down with blood spitting out of his mouth. The opponent went around behind and kicked him in the spine, almost causing his body to bend back in two.

Even if it is the dive of a four-winged eagle, its strength is probably no more than this!

No one could survive a round in front of her. After a few breaths, only Iron Axe, Goddess and Thuram were left in the room.

"Come over here, there are people making trouble on the second floor of the tavern!"

"Where is the patriarch?"

"Damn it, how did you guard the gate!"

"A customer was crushed to death!"

Hasty footsteps sounded from the stairway, apparently many people were rushing towards the chief's room, but the tip of a long knife had already touched Thuram's neck.

"Don't, don't come in!" There was a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, ignoring the pain of the knife piercing his skin, and shouted outside the door.

"Patriarch?"

"Get out of here, all of you! Immediately!"

Thuram found sadly that what Iron Ax said was right, he was indeed much less courageous than his tone, and when faced with the threat of death, his first thought was to compromise, not to rise up and resist. Perhaps from the very beginning, he was not a dying man with the hope of being reborn from the ashes, but a half-dead man who looked forward and backward.

"Now can we have a proper talk?" Iron Ax's tone remained unchanged.

"What's the use of my promise to you! The watchdogs here are jointly supported by the Iron Whip Clan and the Bone Cutting Clan. Now that there is such a big commotion, do you think you can hide it from them? Wait until tomorrow, Iron Sand City will I know the news!" Thuram roared, "I can't even gather the clan members at this time, most of them have become slaves of other families, even if they are willing to come back, they can't stop the warriors trained by the big clans— —If you don’t want to die without a burial, there is still time to escape from the oasis!”

"As I said before, I'm not counting on you to defeat the watchdogs."

Thuram gritted his teeth, what does this mean? If he really has such a powerful strength, he can just become the challenger directly... Why is it necessary?

Unless—unless the forces behind him do not belong to the extreme south!

As soon as this idea came up, a wave of fear rose in the old patriarch's heart.

That's why the opponent needs to use the name of the clan to launch a holy duel?

Suddenly, two muffled thunders sounded outside the window, the sound was not loud, as if it came from a very far away place.

The strange thing is that Thuram didn't see the lightning that pierced the night sky-according to common sense, it would come earlier than the thunder.

At the same time, the expression on Iron Ax's face finally changed.

"Listen, the thunder is coming."