Chapter 750 (1/2)

Chapter 750: An Unexpected Thunder

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After his men opened the wooden box, he saw the “present” in it.

It was a coffin.

A finely crafted coffin.

The coffin was hemmed with luxurious gold foil, decorated with beautiful lacquer paintings. The pattern on the coffin’s lid was a black short whip, which was exactly Iron Whip clan’s sigil.

Rubaka Bloodwhip stiffened before breaking into a half-sneering smile

“That’s it? I thought they would give me something scarier than this.” He shook his head. “I was expecting a head, ears or a man’s skins… which is how Iron Sand City normally handles this kind of matter. A coffin? The Southernmost Region doesn’t need such a frivolous thing!”

The dead here would all be dumped in the desert, buried in scorching sands and eventually reduce to skeletons. No matter how prominent and distinguished he once had been, death made them all equal.

Only people from the north needed those awkward wooden cases.

They seemed to like locking themselves up in this cage of eternity after their deaths.

“The whore of Osha thought this would frighten me?” Rubaka breathed heavily. “Perchance she’s forgotten how a Sand Nation usually makes threats after being a slave in Graycastle for so long.”

Nonetheless, the humiliation made Rubaka’s blood all rush to his head.

“Get me the ax!” he yelled.

Soon a clansman entered with a huge cast-iron ax on his shoulder. The hilt of the ax was nearly of a man’s height, its glinty black blade as big as a man’s skull. Although Rubaka was the chief of Iron Whip clan, his favorite weapon was this giant, heavy battle ax. It worked perfectly for slaughtering desert beasts and beheading his challengers.

Nothing could possibly compete with the absolute power of this ax. Once being hit, the person would die instantly at a single blow even if he was wearing an armor which northerners typically wore.

The ax had also tasted the blood of Osha clan, including women’s and children’s.

Rubaka had forgotten to tell Drow Silvermoon that those exiles did not make their trip to Endless Cape because he had taken a detour aforetime and arrived there ahead of them. They had all been slashed in the desert.

He did not fear retribution but simply enjoyed killing.

A coffin?

Get lost.

Rubaka coughed out a spittle and howled. He held up the battle ax, aimed at the coffin lid patterned with the iron whip and then gave it a full swing…

“Crack!”

A number of sparks flew off the blade as if it had hit something hard like iron or stones.

The coffin did not split in half as he had anticipated. From the vibration of the hilt, Rubaka knew the pretty wooden case was actually stuffed with items rather than being empty!

But it was too late.

Following the sparks, a streak of dazzling light came out of the coffin and soon lit up the entire hall. The lit area expanded immediately as the light spread and flared out.