Chapter 744 (1/2)

Thura on the second floor of a tavern and watching custo downstairs

This was his tavern and his territory, so Thuram named it ”Skull Cup” for his own preference and re-decorated it He even hung a string of incon of the tavern

However, it was not called this nao

”What was it called at that time?”

Thuram wondered

”Was it called Elf Forest or Elf Garden? Anyway, it doesn't matter now”

Thura the hot taste flood his tongue

”Such a delicate name didn't fit the bloodstained place, since there's no elf or elf-like woman here but quite a lot of bones”

After each battle, a pile of dead bodies would be left outside the Iron Sand City He preferred bones, especially the skulls, which had been baked in hot sands, rather than perishable flesh

First, the skulls were inti, so it would let troublemakers understand what kind of place this was

Second, it indeed could hold wine, saving hilasses

After all, the former did not work for everyone There were always soht that they could treat everywhere like their own backyards and that their adversaries were no better than wo In a place where troublelass were not ideal vessels

Gazing at every customer was a habit that Thuram had developed in recent years People who traveled in and out of this land were generally divided into three kinds: the half-dead ones, the uish people in this way rather than by their identities The half-dead ones' purpose of co, and wo as they maintained their current state, they could basically finish the rest of their journeys The ers who came to inquire about the situation They had already put their lives under the blades that would swing and behead them at any time

As to the dead ones they were undoubtedly the troublemakers

Thuram's attention was fixed on neither the half-dead ones nor the dead ones, for the forave hi It was the moribund ones he liked er self

At that ti a sharp knife in his hand and fighting in the bloodstained place, an adhts set on Iron Sand City

His courage, audacity, and strength were being drained from him until one day someone replaced hi for a chance to survive At last, he became part of the bloodstained place, yet he turned fro this alteration

The h they had already placed their lives under the blades, still had the chance to skyrocket when the time came They could break out of the cocoons or rise from the ashes But the half-dead ones would never have this kind of opportunity They could only seek some form of entertainment to comfort them for the rest of their lives

Such as, watching the travelers who pass by these oases who ht perish in the sands or take over as the nener of this place

At this moment, one of his men pushed open the door, walked to him, and whispered in his ear