Thuram's favorite thing to do is to sit on the second floor of the tavern and admire the constant flow of customers downstairs. .
This is his tavern and his territory, so Thuram named it Skull Goblet according to his liking, and redecorated it, and hung a series of incomplete skulls at the entrance as the tavern's logo.
Although five years ago, it was not called by this name.
What was it called then
Fairy Forest...or Fairy Garden? Who cares, it doesn't matter anymore, Thuram took a sip of the spirits filled with fire lanterns, letting the fiery taste fill his tongue. Such a weak name is not suitable for a blood-stained place. There are no fairies or fairies-like women here, but there are as many bones as you want.
After each battle, a pile of corpses would be left on the periphery of Iron Sand City. He preferred the bones baked in the hot sand, especially the head part, rather than the perishable flesh.
First of all, it's intimidating, so that the guys who come to borrow alcohol and make trouble know what the hell is this place.
Second, it does hold wine, so you can buy a few less glasses.
After all, the former doesn't work for everyone, there are always some idiots with a deformed head who think that everything is like his own backyard, while his opponents are no different from women who only cry. Fragile crockery and glass are not ideal containers in a place where there are frequent troublemakers.
Looking at each customer is a habit that Thuram has developed in recent years. People who come and go here can generally be divided into three categories, the half-dead, the deceased, and the dead. Rather than identity, he prefers this to distinguish people. The purpose of the half-dead here is very simple, drinking, gambling, and playing with women; as long as they maintain their current behavior, they can basically complete the remaining half of the journey. Most of the dead are watchdogs, or challengers who come to inquire about the situation. They have put their heads under the sword and may move at any time.
As for the deceased... Of course, it's the troublemakers.
Thuram's focus is neither on the half-dead nor the dead, because the former is very boring, and the latter can only bring so little joy in death. What he likes to watch the most is the dying, and in them Thuram can see his younger self.
At that time, he was also like them, holding a sharp knife in his hand, in a blood-stained place envied by many clans, but his eyes were always looking at Iron Sand City.
While waiting, courage, blood, and strength left him little by little, until someone took his place and became the new owner of the small oasis... He wagged his tail and begged for pity to let himself survive and become a part of the blood-stained land, but From the dead to the half-dead.
Although the life is placed under the blade of the knife, the dead may soar into the sky, such as breaking the cocoon and spreading its wings and reborn from the ashes. The half-dead never has this chance, and can only find some fun as solace in the boring second half of his life.
For example, admiring these oases and passing by... or dying in the sand, or becoming the new owner of this place.
At this moment, a subordinate pushed the door and walked in, whispering a few words in his ear.
"Oh? Are you sure you heard correctly?" Thuram was stunned.
"He said so, and judging from the appearance of the woman beside him... it's likely to be a goddess."
Thuram pondered for a moment, then showed a malicious smile, "Bring them in, remember to put away the weapons, this guy is not easy to deal with."
"Yes."
Look, there's a big fun coming right now.
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There were two visitors in total. Although the body was hidden under loose robes, he still saw that the other party was a man and a woman. When the tall man took off his hood and showed his true face in front of him, Thuram couldn't help narrowing his eyes, "I didn't expect that I would see you again one day, Iron Axe."
"There are more things you can't think of than the stars reflected in the oasis, it's not surprising," Iron Axe first waited for the woman to sit down, and then sat down across from him calmly, "But at this moment... you should know me Why did you come."
"Probably," Thuram shrugged. As an old sandman, every sacred duel in the Burning Land is familiar to him. Some checkmates can indeed be reborn from the ashes, but most checkmates are completely dead, and the Osha clan is one of them... Although I heard that some accidents happened during the duel, the result will not change. "It's just that you shouldn't come back, the Iron Whip Clan is not what it used to be."
As a well-known half-blood warrior, the other party also had a desire to recruit. Even though he became a watchdog's subordinate, his original ambitions have not been completely extinguished. Further, go to the holy land of dueling.
However, that was years ago.
As for now... He just wanted to have some fun.
"Yeah, it's exactly what I want," Iron Axe said disapprovingly, "I was worried that they had been kicked out of Iron Sand City by other challengers and died in some corner of the lump. Now it seems that the three gods haven't completely fallen asleep. Well."
Thuram frowned, the half-blood warrior in his mind was not a rhetorical person, "I understand your desire for revenge, but without the strength to match, it is tantamount to seeking death." Looking at the woman who said nothing, "Even if the Osha clan gives birth to a goddess, it will be difficult to reverse the gap between you and the Iron Whip clan. Most of the exiles of the year have died, and it is only the two of you. What can be done?"
"That's why I found you, Thuram," Iron Axe's expression was very natural, but the content of his words made his heart skip a beat, "Is your clan still in this oasis? Eight years ago Being the same challenger as the Aosha clan, he clearly had the opportunity to enter the Iron Sand City, but eventually he became a watchdog, and later... he was not even a watchdog anymore. When you see your clan become slaves of other clans, you don't have it. Have you ever felt a trace of remorse? Now a new opportunity is in front of you, swear allegiance to Lord Drow Silvermoon, and you will be able to touch the walls of Iron Sand City again!"
After being stunned for a while, Thuram finally laughed.
"Hahahahaha..."
It's a rare pleasure indeed, and there's nothing more interesting than watching a mad Avenger go to ruin, only he didn't expect the other party to try to turn the fun on him.
"So you want this little girl to become the new head of the clan, and then start a holy duel? Even her father is only equal to me, but now you let me serve her as master? Maybe you did find a few A good helper, can play some tricks in duels, but what good is it for me? Gather those slave clansmen, fight the watchdog all over, and then welcome you to the iron sand city?"
At the end, his tone was a little grim, "Tell me, Iron Axe, what kind of benefits can you give me so that I won't reveal the movements of this Miss Drow Silvermoon to the Iron Whip Clan, okay? In exchange for a huge reward from them? I guess they will be more interested in torturing a goddess who is a former enemy."