Thuram's favorite thing to do is sit on the second floor of the tavern and watch the customers come and go downstairs. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This was his tavern, and his domain, so Thuram named it the "Skull Goblet" to his liking, redecorated it, and hung a series of mutilated skulls at the entrance as the tavern's emblem.

Even five years ago, it wasn't called that name.

What was it called back then?

Fairy Forest ...... Or Fairy Garden, it didn't matter anyway, Thuram took a sip of the liquor with the fire lantern fruit, and the hot taste filled the base of his tongue. Such a weak name is not suitable for a bloodstained land, where there are no goblins or goblin-like women, but there are as many bones as there are.

After each battle, there would be a pile of corpses left on the outskirts of Iron Sand, and he preferred the bones buried in the hot sand to rot flesh, especially the skull.

First of all, it has an intimidating effect on those who come to make trouble with alcohol understand what the hell is going on.

Secondly, it does hold wine, so you can buy a few fewer glasses.

After all, the former doesn't work for everyone, and there is always a part of the idiot who is born with a deformed head who thinks that everything is like his own backyard, and his opponents are just like women who can only cry. In a place frequented by troublemakers, fragile pottery and glass are not ideal vessels.

Thuram has developed a habit of examining each customer in recent years, and the people who come and go can generally be divided into three categories: the half-dead, the dead and the deceased, which he prefers to distinguish between people rather than their status. The half-deceased came here for the simple purpose of drinking, gambling, and playing with women, and as long as they kept their current behavior, they could basically cover the remaining half of the journey. And most of the dead are watchdogs, or challengers who have come to inquire about the situation, they have put their heads under their swords and may move at any time.

As for the dead...... Of course, it's the troublemakers.

Thuram's focus is neither the half-dead nor the dead, for the former is very boring, and the latter brings some pleasure only when it is dead. His favorite thing to look at 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 the bloodstained land that many clans envied, but his eyes were always looking at Iron Sand City.

As he waited, his courage, his blood, and his strength left him little by little, until someone took his place and became the new owner of the little oasis...... He waged his tail and begged for mercy to keep himself alive and become part of the Bloodstained Lands, but he went from being dead to half-dead.

Although life is placed under the blade, it is possible for the dead to soar into the sky, like breaking out of a cocoon and spreading its wings, and being reborn from the fire. The half-dead, on the other hand, will never have this opportunity, and can only find some fun as solace in the boring second half of their lives.

For example, admiring these oasis passers-by...... Or die in the sand, or become the new owner of this place.

Just then, one of his men pushed the door open and walked in, whispering a few words in his ear.

"Oh, are you sure you heard me right?" Thuram was stunned.

That's what he said, and judging by the look of the woman beside him...... Probably a goddess. ”

Thuram pondered for a moment, then smiled ill-willedly, "Bring them in, remember to put away your weapons, this guy is not easy to deal with." ”

"Yes. ”

Look, there's a big fun coming to the door right now.

......

There were two visitors, and although their bodies were hidden under loose robes, he still recognized that they were a man and a woman. When the tall man took off his hood and revealed his true face in front of him, Thuram couldn't help but narrow his eyes, "I didn't think I'd ever see you again, Iron Axe." ”

"It's not surprising that you can't think of more than the stars reflected in the oasis," Iron Axe waited for the woman to sit down before calmly sitting across from him, "but at this moment...... You should know why I'm here. ”

"Probably," Thuram shrugged, as an old sandman, every sacred duel in the Scorching Lands was familiar. Some of the dead are indeed reborn, but most of them are outright dead, and the Osa clan is one of them...... Although I heard that there were some accidents during the duel, the outcome will not change. "It's just that you shouldn't come back, the Iron Whip Clan is no longer what it used to be. ”

As a well-known half-breed samurai, he also had a heart for solicitation - even after becoming a subordinate of the watchdog, his initial ambition was not completely extinguished, and he fantasized that the clan would one day regain possession of the small oasis and go further to the sacred land of dueling.

That was years ago, though.

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

"Yes, that's exactly what I want," Iron Axe said disapprerovingly, "I was worried that they would have been driven out of Iron Sand City by the other challengers and died in some pimple corner, but now it seems that the three gods have not completely fallen asleep." ”

Thuram frowned, the half-blood warrior he had the impression of was not a man of bombastic words, "I understand your desire for revenge, but without the strength to match, it is tantamount to killing yourself." Speaking of this, he looked at the woman who was speechless, "Even if the Osa 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 are dead, so what can you two do?"

"That's why I've found you, Thuram," Iron Axe's expression was very natural, but the content of his words made his heart skip a beat, "Your clan is still in this oasis, right? Eight years ago, he was a challenger with the Osha clan, and he had a chance to enter Iron Sand City, but he ended up being a watchdog, and then he ...... Not even a watchdog anymore. Don't you feel a trace of remorse when you see your people being enslaved by other clans?Now that 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 a moment's pause, Thuram finally burst out laughing.

"Hahaha......"

It was indeed a rare pleasure, and there was nothing more interesting than watching a mad Avenger go to destruction, but he didn't expect the other party to try to transfer the fun to him.

"So you want this little girl to become the new patriarch of the clan, and then start a sacred duel? Even if it's her father, who is only an equal fellowship with me, and now you're asking me to serve her as my lord? Maybe you've found a few good helpers who can play some tricks in the duel, but what's in it for me? Gather those slave people, fight the watchdogs all over your body, and then send you into Iron Sand City?"

By the end, his tone was a little hideous, "Tell me, Iron Axe, what kind of favor can you give me so that I don't reveal the whereabouts of this Miss Drow Silvermoon to the Ironwhip Clan, so that I can get a good reward from them?" I guess they will be interested in torturing a goddess of a former enemy. ”