Chapter 745: Thunder of Wrath!
Tie Axe didn't erupt in anger as Turam had expected; in fact, it was hard to detect any change in his expression, which slightly surprised Turam. He remembered that in the past, this half-breed would never allow anyone to threaten Princess Aosha, not even verbally.
He couldn't help but glance at Zauer Silvermoon, only to find that the goddess had no reaction either, as if she didn't care about her own safety.
What were these two thinking?
Turam touched the God's Stone of Retribution in his pocket, and the fierce look on his face became somewhat stiff.
"The truth is, I never expected you to defeat the watchdog. I knew how brave you were when I didn't act years ago… at least your courage is far smaller than your boast," Tie Axe said slowly. "And my return this time isn't just to avenge the Iron Whip Clan."
The first half of his words hit Turam's sore spot, while the second half made him slightly stunned.
"Not just for revenge?"
"I will challenge the six major clans and make Aosha the leader of the clans," Tie Axe said, word by word.
Although the clans of Iron Sand City jointly manage this oasis, there are still differences in status between the clans – the strongest owns the best area of the city, which is a matter of course. If you want to climb to this position, you must challenge the clans in front of you in turn. For Aosha, who has nothing, you naturally have to defeat all six major clans to occupy the core area of Iron Sand City.
This was a crazy idea.
The road to the top cannot be broken. The physical exhaustion of six consecutive battles alone would be despairing, not to mention dealing with first-class Mojin warriors. Generally speaking, after a sacred duel, the clan's warriors need half a year to recover. As for those who die in battle, they have to be retrained or recruited.
In other words, the more resources, the deeper the foundation. You must know that the current leader of the clan, Crazy Flame, has not given up the first position for decades.
Avengers are a difficult group to categorize.
Some soar to the sky in one fell swoop, while others lose everything; as for those who hesitate during the preparation process or simply give up, it is even more common. Therefore, they may be half-dead, dying, or dead... but without a doubt, the madman must be the last one.
There was nothing to talk about.
Turam found that even his interest in finding fun had disappeared without a trace. Taking revenge on the Iron Whip could be said to be overestimating his abilities. Being an enemy of the entire Iron Sand City? The news alone made him restless. In order to avoid getting burned, he shouted directly, "Kids, arrest this guy, along with that woman!"
There were four clansmen in the room, plus the two guarding the door, all holding sharp blades and God's Stones. In a six-on-two battle, plus they had their weapons taken away before entering, even if Tie Axe was strong, it was impossible to escape from this place.
Killing the half-breed and handing over the descendants of Aosha to the Iron Whip Clan should get him a lot of rewards, he thought, maybe he could become the watchdog of this small oasis again.
At this moment, Princess Aosha also stood up. She let out a mocking chuckle, then lifted her hood and took off the thin veil on her face at the same time.
Black hair scattered, breathtakingly beautiful. What his subordinates said was right, she was indeed a goddess, but... not Zauer Silvermoon that Turam was familiar with.
No Sand Clan woman could have skin as fair as snow like hers.
Dark hair spread out like a waterfall, and golden eyes shone with dangerous light.
"You... are..."
Turam opened his mouth, but before he could finish his words, the woman had easily dodged the slash coming at her, and then punched a clansman in the face.
The black-haired goddess did not use any weapons, but her fist was even more powerful than a hammer. With a muffled sound, the clansman who was hit flew out directly, smashed through the wooden board wall, and fell straight from the second floor to the first floor!
"...Who?"
When he asked this question, the second person also opened a hole in the wall.
The tavern suddenly exploded.
The cold wind poured in, causing the furnace fire to sway.
The goddess did not stop, and her every move was like dancing in the wind. The shadow magnified by the firelight made Turam feel a chill. Why? Shouldn't they all be wearing God's Stones of Retribution?
These gems, bought at a high price from the Kingdom of Graycastle, should allow ordinary people to have a chance to react when facing a goddess, but why were they like nothing in front of her?
The fourth clansman also fell down vomiting blood. The other party went behind him and kicked his spine, almost folding his body in half.
Even the dive of a Four-Winged Eagle probably wouldn't have such power!
No one could last a round in front of her. After a few breaths, only Tie Axe, the goddess, and Turam were left in the room.
"Everyone, come here! There's trouble on the second floor of the tavern!"
"Where's the clan leader?"
"Damn it, how are you guarding the door!"
"A guest has been killed!"
Hasty footsteps sounded at the stairway, obviously many people were rushing to the clan leader's room, but the tip of a long knife was already against Turam's neck.
"D-don't come in!" A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Ignoring the stinging pain of the blade breaking his skin, he shouted to the outside.
"Clan leader?"
"All of you get down! Now!"
Turam sadly discovered that Tie Axe was right. His courage was indeed much smaller than his boast. Faced with the threat of death, his first thought was compromise, not resistance. Perhaps from the beginning, he was not a dying person with the hope of rebirth, but a hesitant half-dead person.
"Can we talk now?" Tie Axe's tone still didn't change much.
"What's the use of me agreeing to you! The watchdogs here are jointly supported by the Iron Whip Clan and the Bone Scraping Clan. Now that such a big commotion has occurred, do you think you can hide it from them? By tomorrow, Iron Sand City will know about this!" Turam roared. "And I can't even gather enough of my clansmen in this time. Most of them have become slaves of other families. Even if they are willing to come back, they can't stop the warriors trained by those large clans - if you don't want to die without a burial place, it's still too late to escape the oasis now!"
"I said before, I didn't expect you to defeat the watchdog."
Turam gritted his teeth. What did that mean? If he really had such great strength, he could just become a challenger… why go to so much trouble?
Unless—unless the force behind him didn't belong to the Far South!
As soon as this thought popped up, a sense of fear rose in the old clan leader's heart.
So that's why the other party needed to use the name of the clan to launch a sacred duel?
Suddenly, two muffled thunders sounded outside the window. The sound was not loud, as if it came from a very far place.
What was strange was that Turam didn't see the electric light cutting through the night sky—normally speaking, it would come earlier than the thunder.
At the same time, the expression on Tie Axe's face finally changed.
"Listen, the thunder has arrived."