Release that Witch Chapter 744: Avenger

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

This is his pub and his territory, so Thuram named it Skull Wine Cup according to his preferences and re-decorated it, and hung a series of incomplete skulls at the entrance as the pub's Sign.

Although it wasn't called by that name five years ago.

What was it called at that time?

Fairy Forest ... or Fairy Flower Garden? Regardless of him, it is no longer important anymore, Thuram drank hard liquor filled with fire lantern fruit, so that the hot taste filled the tongue. Such a weak name is not suitable for the blood-stained land. There are no fairies or fairies like women here, but there are as many bones as possible.

After each battle, a pile of corpses will remain on the periphery of Iron Sand City. He prefers white bones baked in hot sand, especially the skull, than the perishable flesh.

First of all, it has an intimidating effect. It can make those who come to borrow alcohol to make trouble understand what exactly is here.

Second, it does serve wine, so you can buy a few wine cup less.

After all, the former is not effective for everyone. There is always a fool with a naturally deformed head who thinks that everything is like his own backyard, while his opponents are no different from women who can only cry. In a place where troublemakers often appear, fragile pottery and glass are not ideal containers.

Evaluating each customer is a habit developed by Thuram in recent years. People who come and go here can generally be divided into three categories. Half-dead, the deceased and the deceased are more than identities, and he prefers to distinguish people. The purpose of the half-dead is to drink, gamble, and play with women; as long as they maintain their current state of affairs, they can basically complete the remaining half of the journey. Most of the dead are watchdogs or challengers who come to inquire about situation. They have put their heads under the sword and may move at any time.

As for the deceased ... Of course, those who make trouble.

Thuram focuses on observing neither the half-dead nor the dead, because the former is very boring, and the latter can bring so much joy only when it dies. His favorite thing to look at is the deceased. On them, Thuram can see himself when he is young.

At that time, he was just like them, holding a sharp knife in his hands, in many blood-stained places that Clan envied, but his eyes kept looking at Iron Sand City.

While waiting, courage, blood, and strength left him a little bit, until someone replaced him and became the new owner of the little oasis ... He flicked his tail and beg him to survive and become a blood-stained place Part of it, from the dead to the half-dead.

Although life is placed under the blade, it is possible for the deceased to soar into the sky, such as breaking a cocoon and spreading wings, rebirth by fire. The half-dead never has this opportunity, and can only find some fun as a comfort in the boring second half of life.

For example, admire these oasis passers ... or be buried in the yellow sand, or become the new owner here.

At this moment, one of his men pushed the door and walked away come in, and whispered in his ear.

"Oh? Are you sure you heard me right?" Thuram startled.

"He said so, and judging by the appearance of the woman next to him ... probably a goddess."

Thuram groaned for a while, then revealed a bad smile, "Take them come in, remember to accept weapon, this guy is not very easy to deal with."

"Yes."

Look, now there is a great fun coming to your door.

...

The visitor consists of two people. Although the body is hidden under a loose robe, he still sees that the other person is a man and a woman. When the tall man took off Hood and showed his true face in front of him, Thuram couldn't help narrowing his eyes, "I never thought I could see you again one day, Iron Axe."

"You can't think of more things than the stars reflected in the oasis, which is not surprising," Iron Axe waited for the woman to sit down, and then sat calmly opposite him, "but at this moment ... you You should know why I came. "

"probably," Thuram shrugged. As an old Sandpeople, every divine duel in Burning Lands is familiar. Some of the deceased can indeed be reborn, but most of the deceased have become thoroughly dead. Brave Sand Clan is one of them ... Although I heard that some accidents occurred during the duel, the results will not change. "It's just that you shouldn't come back. Iron Whip Clan is no longer what it used to be."

The opposite party, as a little famous mixed-race samurai, has also been soliciting. Even if he became a watchdog's subordinate, his original ambitions have not completely extinguished. He imagined that Clan would one day occupy the small oasis again. , And go one step further, to the sacred duel.

But that was a few years ago.

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

"Yes, it's just what I want," Iron Axe disapproved. "I was also worried that they had been driven out of Iron Sand City by other challengers, and where did they die. Now it seems that Three Gods has not completely fallen asleep. Well. "

Thuram frowned. His mixed-race samurai in impression is not a boastful person. "I understand your desire for revenge, but without matching strength, it is tantamount to self-death." Speaking here He looked at the silent woman, "Even if a goddess was born in Brave Sand Clan, it would be difficult to reverse the gap between you and Iron Whip Clan. Most of the exiled people of that year were dead, so you two can do it again What? "

"So I found you, Thuram," Iron Axe's expression was very natural, but the content of the words made him jump, "Your Clan is still in this oasis? 8 years ago As a challenger with Brave Sand Clan, he clearly had the opportunity to become the Iron Sand City, but eventually became a watchdog. Later, even the watchdog was no longer. You haven't felt a trace of seeing the tribe become other clan's slaves. Regret? Now you have a new opportunity to swear allegiance to Lord Drow Silvermoon, and you can touch the walls of Iron Sand City again! "

After a while, Thuram finally laughed.

"Hahahaha ha ..."

This is indeed a rare pleasure. There is nothing more interesting than admiring a crazy Avenger towards destruction, but he did not expect the other party to try to transfer the pleasure to him.

"So you want this little girl to become clan's's new Clan Head, and then launch a divine duel? Even her father, but only intersects with me on an equal footing, but now you ask me to be her master? Perhaps you did find With a few good helpers, I can play tricks in the duel, but what good is it for me? I call up the slaves, fight with the watchdog and get bruised all over, and then send you off to Iron Sand City? "

At the end, his tone has become a little hesitant, "Tell me, Iron Axe, what kind of benefits can you give me, so that I won't disclose the movement of this Drow Silvermoon lady to Iron Whip Clan, in exchange for them A generous reward? I guess they will be interested in the goddess who tortured an old enemy. "