Chapter 749: Osha's Gift

When Lubaka Bloodwhip got up from the bed, he heard the news that the small oasis in the northwest had changed hands.

"Really?" He frowned. Although he saw the oasis ignited last night, he didn't expect that the Roaring Clan couldn't last a night. Has there been a new clan with such a strong strength in Yinchuan recently? Why does he have no impression at all?

Lubaka patted the beloved concubine lying beside him, and asked her to go out wrapped in a blanket before looking at his subordinates, "Tell me carefully."

"Yes, according to the reports of those who escaped back, the fire in the oasis was not set by the challenger after sneaking in, but the sky fire of the Father God—"

"Fart!" He spat, "This group of cowards will push the three gods whenever they encounter problems that cannot be solved. I will hang them all at the gate of Iron Sand City!"

"However..." The subordinate hesitated for a while, "My people also went to the Little Oasis camp this morning, and found that the scene there was indeed quite similar to what they described... there were many large dark pits on the ground, Bodies and house debris are scattered everywhere, it's not like simple arson would do."

"Shards?"

"That's right, it's as if a huge sandworm or ground scorpion ran over the camp and tore them apart." The subordinates thought about their words, "Most of the people staying in the camp are unlucky, but they are in the camp." The guys looking for fun outside organized a counterattack, but...they were defeated before they even saw their opponents face to face."

"In other words, those idiots were ambushed, and then fled in a hurry before approaching their opponents?" Lubaka began to wonder if he was too kind to the watchdogs, and spent a lot of effort to win them over, but only this to what extent? Or is it that the long-term stable life has corrupted strength more seriously than he expected? "And then? So far, they still don't even know which clan occupies the small oasis?"

"My people are inquiring, and we should be able to get the news soon." The subordinate paused here, and said with some hesitation, "It's just that some fugitives said that they saw many northerners."

"Northern..."

This news made Rubaka serious.

He walked to the window naked and looked towards the northwest. The fire had already been extinguished, leaving only a few wisps of black smoke faintly visible.

Although the Roaring Clan is the watchdog that Iron Whip and Bone Slicer have teamed up to win over, he doesn't care too much about each other's life or death. The challenger system is not so much a qualification test as it is a protective wall set up by the six major clans for themselves. This truth was only understood after he settled in Iron Sand City.

The holy duel is just a small-scale fight, but the challenger's fight for a small oasis is an all-out war between two clans. It's not uncommon for both sides to kill bloody rivers. After all, even if they don't enter Iron Sand City, the oasis is a must-see for every clan to seek growth. No matter which side wins, it will generally pay a very heavy price, and it will take a long time to lick * lick the wound.

During this period of time, as long as the big clans use threats and lures, it is not difficult to transform the challengers into watchdogs, especially those clans that think that the compromise is only temporary, and they will launch a duel sooner or later after the recovery is complete. Can ring the holy bell of Iron Sand City.

Because at that time, new challengers will appear and sweep the watchdog out.

It is through this method that the big clan has always kept itself from falling into the predicament of hurting muscles and bones.

Now that Iron Whip has climbed to the fourth position, even if the challenger initiates a duel immediately, it is estimated that he will not find him, so it is not a big deal that the small oasis changes hands.

But the emergence of northerners is different.

For example, the former Queen of Clear Water had caused quite a bit of chaos in Iron Sand City—even if she was reduced to actual slaves and thugs, many people would yearn for the evergreen land to the north. The defection of the two potential challengers made the small oasis vacant, allowing the follow-up people to easily launch a holy challenge. It was precisely by taking advantage of the chaos that Lubaka seized the opportunity and successfully became the fourth big clan .

Now, what tricks are they trying to play?

"Go and stare at those people and find out the matter." He turned around and ordered his subordinates, "The northerners came from that city, how many people there are, what weapons they are carrying, and what kind of attention they are fighting--I want to know everything! "

"Yes, Lord Patriarch!"

Perhaps, he should discuss it with other big clans.

According to the rules of the extreme south, no outsiders are allowed to interfere!

...

In the afternoon, his subordinates brought back a piece of news that Lubaka Bloodwhip couldn't believe.

"What did you say? The Osha Clan?"

"That's what they claimed. The flags in the oasis have all been replaced with Osha's battle patterns. I also saw the Osha princess who was sold as a slave! She has become a goddess and is calling for new people. , there seem to be quite a few responders!"

How can this be?

Rubaka is not ignorant of the northern kingdom. Goddesses are completely regarded as evil existences in the eyes of the people of Graycastle. If the end of the slaves of the sand people is tragic enough, then a slaves of Goddesses will not have the slightest chance of turning over . But now, how did she win the support of the northerners, and in turn lead them back to the far south as an avenger?

He felt an indescribable absurdity and a faint panic.

The Mojin people have always been suppressed in the desert, not because they like the desert, but because they have never been able to compete head-on with Graycastle. If the other party wants to harm Iron Sand City, the clans may unite to fight against outsiders, but if the Aosha clan, which has won the support of the northerners, only targets their own family, will other clans be closely linked with Iron Whip?

It's almost a question that doesn't need an answer.

Damn it!

He slammed the wine glass on the table to the ground, and stepped on it violently, turning it into a pool of crystal debris.

If you want to avenge the killing of your father through a holy duel, just come! Lu Baka thought viciously, the northerners may have excellent weapons and a large number of people, but in a duel, Mo Jinsha people are the bravest warriors! I will let you know what is the taste of despair!

At this moment, another subordinate entered his hall, "My lord, the Aosha clan sent a gift."

"What?" Rubaka felt the veins throbbing in his head. "A present?"

"Yes, just put it in the garden outside."

"Take me to see," he said through gritted teeth.

...

It was a huge wooden box, about the length of one person and half the width of a person. It seemed to be made of several ordinary wooden boards. There were iron nails at the four corners, and there was no abnormality on the outside.

"Where is the person who brought it here?" Rubaka asked.

"left already."

"How many are here?"

"Uh... only one person."

"A person?" He raised his eyebrows, stepped forward and kicked the box, and the wooden box rolled over several times immediately, making a rattling sound—there seemed to be other things inside. Just judging by this weight, it is almost equivalent to hollow.

Is it severed limbs and flesh and blood, or peeled off human skin? Apart from intimidation and bluff, he couldn't think of what else the other party would send over.

"Move to the castle," said Lubaka coldly, "I'll see what tricks they're up to."