Thuram's favorite thing to do was to sit on the second floor of the tavern and enjoy the endless flow of customers downstairs.
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This was his tavern and his territory, so Thuram named it the Skull Wine Cup according to his own preference and redecorated it. He also hung a series of incomplete skulls at the entrance as a sign of the tavern.
Even though five years ago, it wasn't called that.
What was it called at that time?
Fairy Forest... or Fairy Garden? Anyway, it was not important anymore. Thuram took a sip of the strong wine filled with fire lantern fruit and let the hot taste fill his tongue. Such a weak name was not suitable for the Bloodstained Land. There were no fairies or fairies here, but there were as many bones as one wanted.
After every battle, there would be a pile of corpses left on the outskirts of Iron Sand City. Compared with the easily rotten flesh, he preferred the bones buried in hot sand, especially the skulls.
First of all, it could intimidate those who came to drink and make trouble and let them know what kind of place this was.
Second, it could really hold wine, so he could buy fewer wine cups.
After all, the former did not work for everyone. There were always some idiots born with deformed brains who thought that everywhere was like their own backyard and their opponents were no different from crying women. Fragile crockery and glass were not ideal containers in a place where troublemakers often roamed about.
Thuram had developed a habit in recent years to look at each customer. The people who came and went could generally be divided into three categories: the half-dead, the moribund and the dead. Compared with their identities, he preferred to distinguish them in this way. The half-dead came for a very simple purpose — drinking, gambling, and playing with women. As long as they maintained their current behavior, they could basically finish the remaining half of the journey. Most of the moribund were watchdogs or challengers who came to inquire about the situation. They had already put their heads under the sword and might move away at any time.
As for the dead... they were, of course, the troublemakers.
Thuram's main target of observation was neither the half-dead nor the dead, because the former was boring and the latter could only bring a little joy when they were dead. He liked to look at the moribund the most. In them, Thuram could see himself when he was young.
At that time, he was just 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 the Iron Sand City from afar.
As he waited, his courage, hot-bloodedness and strength left him bit by bit until someone took his place and became the new master of the little oasis. He wagged his tail and begged for mercy to survive, becoming a part of the Bloodstained Lands. In the end, he turned from a dead to a half-dead.
Even if one's life was placed under the blade of a knife, it was still possible for the dying to soar into the sky, like breaking out of a cocoon and spreading its wings, rising from the ashes. On the other hand, the Half-dead would never have this opportunity. They could only find some entertainment as a form of comfort in the latter half of their lives.
For example, passersby who admired these oases … or died in the yellow sand, or became the new master of this place.
At this moment, a subordinate pushed open the door and walked in, whispering a few words in his ear.
"Oh? Are you sure you didn't mishear? "Thuram was startled.
"That's what he said, and from the appearance of the woman beside him … it's very likely that she's a goddess."
Thuram pondered for a moment before revealing a malicious smile. "Bring them in. Remember to put away your weapons. This guy isn't easy to deal with."
"Yes."
"Look, now there's a big fun coming to the door."
…
There were two visitors. Although their bodies were hidden under loose robes, he could still see that they were a man and a woman. When the tall man took off his hood and revealed his face in front of him, Thuram could not help narrowing his eyes. "I didn't expect to see you again, Iron Axe."
"There are more things you can't imagine than the stars reflected in the oasis. There's nothing strange about it." Iron Axe first helped the woman sit down, and then calmly sat opposite him. "But at this moment … you should know why I came."
"Probably." Thuram shrugged. As an old Sand Nation, he was familiar with every holy duel in the Land of Fire. Some of the dying could rise from the ashes, but most of the dying had become completely dead. The Osha clan was one of them … Although he heard that some accidents happened during the duel, the result would not change. "It's just that you shouldn't have come back. The Iron Whip clan is no longer what it used to be."
As a mixed-blood warrior of some renown, he had once thought of recruiting him. Even though he had become a subordinate of the watchdog, his initial ambition had not been completely extinguished. He imagined that one day, the clan could once again occupy the small oasis, and then take a step further and walk onto the sacred dueling ground.
However, that was several years ago.
As for now … he just wanted to have some fun.
"Really? That's exactly what I wanted," Iron Axe said disapprovingly. "I was worried that they had been driven out of Iron Sand City by other challengers and died in some corner. Now it seems that the Three Gods haven't completely fallen asleep yet."
Thuram frowned. In his impression, the mixed-blood warrior was not a person who talked big. "I understand your desire for revenge, but without the strength to match, it's tantamount to courting death." At this point, he looked at the silent woman. "Even if the Osha clan has a Divine Lady, it's still difficult to reverse the gap between you and the Iron Whip clan. Most of the exiles are already dead. What can the two of you do? "
"That's why I came to you, Thuram." Iron Axe's expression was very natural, but his words made Thuram's heart skip a beat. "Is your clan still in this oasis? Eight years ago, you and the Osha clan were also challengers. You clearly had the opportunity to enter Iron Sand City, but in the end, you became a watchdog, and later... you were not even a watchdog. Seeing your clansmen become slaves of other clans, didn't you feel a trace of remorse? Now, a new opportunity is in front of you. Swear allegiance to Lady Drow Silvermoon, and you can touch the wall of Iron Sand City again! "
After being stunned for a while, Thuram finally laughed.
"Hahahahaha..."
This was indeed a rare entertainment. There was nothing more interesting than watching a crazy avenger walking towards destruction. But he did not expect that Iron Axe would try to divert the fun to him.
"So you want this little girl to become the new chief of the clan, and then launch a sacred duel? Even her father is just an equal to me, but now you want me to worship her as my master? Maybe you've found some good helpers and can play some tricks in the duel, but what good will it do me? Gather the slaves, fight with the watchdogs, and then send you to Iron Sand City? "
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