However, Iron Axe did not fly into a rage as Thuram had expected. In fact, it was difficult to see any change in his expression, which made Thuram slightly surprised.
In the past, this mixed-blood would never allow anyone to threaten the princess of Osha, not even verbally.
He could not help but turn his head to look at Drow Silvermoon and found that the Divine Lady did not react either, as if she did not care about her own safety.
"What on earth are they thinking?"
Thuram touched the God's Stone of Retaliation in his bosom, and the fierce expression on his face inevitably became a little stiff.
"In fact, I didn't expect you to defeat the watchdog. You didn't fight eight years ago, so I know how bold you are... At least, you're much more timid than you are," Iron Axe said slowly. "And this time, I didn't come back just for revenge against the Iron Whip clan."
The first half of Iron Axe's words touched his sore spot, but the second half made him slightly startled.
"Not just for revenge?"
"I will challenge the six clans and make Osha the leader of the clans," Iron Axe said word by word.
Although the clans of Iron Sand City jointly managed this oasis, there was still a difference in status between clans. It was a matter of course that the strongest had the best area in the city. To climb to this position, one had to challenge the clans ranked at the top. For Osha, who had nothing, naturally, they had to defeat all six clans in order to occupy the core area of Iron Sand City.
This was an idea only a madman would have.
The road to the top could not be interrupted. The physical exhaustion of fighting six battles in a row was enough to make people desperate, not to mention facing the first-class Mojin warriors. Generally speaking, after a holy duel, the warriors of the clan needed more than half a year to recover. As for those who had died in the battle, they had to be trained or recruited again.
In other words, the more resources they had, the stronger their foundation. Wildflame, the leader of the clans, had not given up the first position for decades.
The Avenger is a difficult breed to categorize.
Some of them rose to the sky, some lost everything; as for those who hesitated or simply gave up during the preparation process, there were many who hesitated or simply gave up. Therefore, they could be half-dead, half-dead, or dead... but there was no doubt that the madman would be the last.
There was nothing to talk about.
Thuram found that even his interest in having fun had disappeared. Revenge against the Iron Whip could be said to be overestimating one's own strength, but to become the enemy of the entire Iron Sand City? Just the thought of this news made him restless. In order to avoid getting himself into trouble, he shouted, "Kids, catch this guy, along with the woman!"
There were a total of four clansmen in the room, plus the two guards outside the door, all with sharp blades and God's Stones. Even if Iron Axe was strong, it would be impossible for him to escape in a battle of six against two. In addition, their weapons had already been taken away before they entered.
If he killed the mixed-bloods and handed over the Osha descendants to the Iron Whip clan, he should be able to get a lot of rewards. He thought that maybe he could become the watchdog of this small oasis again.
Just then, the Osha Princess also stood up. She let out a sarcastic chuckle, then lifted her hood and removed the thin veil on her face.
Her black hair was loose and beautiful. Her subordinate was right. She was indeed a Divine Lady, but not the Drow Silvermoon that Thuram was familiar with.
No Sand Nation woman could have skin as white as snow as hers.
His long black hair spread out like a waterfall, and his golden eyes shone with a dangerous light.
"You … are …"
Thuram opened his mouth, but before he could finish his words, the woman had already easily dodged the incoming slash and punched one of her clansmen in the face.
The black-haired goddess did not use any weapons, but her fists were more powerful than iron hammers. With a muffled sound, the clansman who was hit was sent flying, smashing through the wooden wall and falling from the second floor to the first floor!
"… Who?"
When he asked this question, the second person also made a hole in the wall.
The tavern was in an uproar.
The cold wind rushed in, making the fire flicker.
The Divine Lady did not stop. Every move she made seemed to be dancing with the wind, but the shadow magnified by the firelight sent a chill down Thuram's spine. Why? Shouldn't they all be wearing God's Stones of Retaliation?
This kind of gemstone bought at a high price from the Kingdom of Graycastle should give ordinary people a chance to fight against the Divine Lady, but why did it seem to be nothing in front of her?
The fourth clansman also fell, vomiting blood. The Divine Lady went around to his back and kicked his spine, almost breaking his body in half.
Even the diving force of a Four-winged Eagle would not be as strong as this!
No one could survive one round in front of her. After a few breaths, only Iron Axe, the Divine Lady, and Thuram were left in the room.
"Come over here! Someone is making trouble on the second floor of the tavern!"
"Where's the chief?"
"Damn it! How did you guard the door!"
"A guest was smashed to death!"
Hurried footsteps came from the staircase. Apparently, many people were rushing to the chief's room, but the tip of a long knife was already at Thuram's neck.
"Don't, don't come in!" A layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Ignoring the stinging pain of the knife cutting through his skin, he shouted toward the door.
"Chief?"
"Get out of here, all of you! Now! "
Thuram sadly found that Iron Axe was right. He was indeed much more timid than he was arrogant. Faced with the threat of death, the first thing he thought of was to compromise rather than fight back. Perhaps from the very beginning, he was not a dying man with the hope of resurrection, but a half-dead man who was overcautious and indecisive.
"Can we have a talk now?" Iron Axe's tone did not change much.
"What's the use of my promise? The watchdogs here are supported by the Iron Whip clan and the Cut Bone clan. Do you think you can hide such a big commotion from them? Tomorrow, Iron Sand City will know the news! " Thuram growled. "And I can't even gather all my clansmen in such a short time. Most of them have become slaves of other clans. Even if they're 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 place, it's not too late to escape from the oasis!"
"As I said before, I don't expect you to defeat the watchdogs."
Thuram gritted his teeth. What did Iron Axe mean? If he really had such great strength, he could have directly become a challenger... Why did he do this?
Unless … unless the force behind him was not from the Southernmost Region!
As soon as this idea came to his mind, the old chief felt a sense of fear rising from the bottom of his heart.
Was that why the other party needed to use the clan's name to initiate a holy duel?
Suddenly, two muffled thunders came from outside the window. The sound was not loud and seemed to come from a very far place.
Strangely, Thuram did not see the lightning that cut through the night sky. Normally, it should have come earlier than the thunder.
At the same time, Iron Axe's expression finally changed.
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