When kukas entered the huge white bone tavern, there were other guests in the tavern. A grey robed priest was drinking in a high back chair. Beside him, a beautiful girl stood. The girl poured wine for him from time to time, bowed her head and whispered something in his ear.

Kukas had seen the grey robed priest several times. He appeared in the fortress some time ago. The wall he guarded also protruded outward. On his wall section, there were only seven or eight living people, and the others were skeleton soldiers. Although he had seen each other, kukas didn\'t think he had the desire to talk to him, because he didn\'t know how long the grey priest would live or whether he could live like some others.

The two nodded to each other, which was communication. Sitting on a chair made of white bones, a beautiful girl brought him a glass of spirits. This wine glass is polished from a skull. Maybe the skull once belonged to a noble and mysterious caster, a high-level professional, or a SMETE, but it had nothing to do with him, because he was still alive and his head had not been polished into a wine glass.

After the girl brought him good wine, she didn\'t leave. Instead, she sat beside him and silently peeled him one fruit and put it on the tray, ready to put it into kukas\'s mouth when he needed it.

"Has black iron head been here?" kukas asked the girl in a low voice after taking a big sip of strong wine.

The girl shook her head and said softly, "he hasn\'t been here for more than ten days. I heard that he was injured and his arms were cut off. Well, what can I tell you?" the girl is specially trained. Although they are also afraid of people like kukas, they can work here for money or other reasons.

"No." kukas was not too worried when he heard that the black iron head\'s arms were cut off. In his opinion, as long as the head is not moved, the Necromancers and some powerful priests in the fortress can link and even regenerate the broken limbs.

Like him, the black iron head guarded here when the fortress was established. In the war, he had too many facial innovations, so he found a helmet for the alchemists to inlay on his head to cover his ugly and ferocious face.

"As long as you\'re not dead," kukas said, and a burst of laughter burst out outside the tavern.

"As long as no one is dead? Are you talking about me?" the wooden door opened and a strong man more than two meters tall came in naked. As soon as he entered the tavern, a strong smell of blood rushed towards him, and the waitresses in the tavern were very pale under the suppression of the smell of blood.

The strong man was more than two meters tall, his head was wrapped by an ugly rugged black iron helmet, his body was covered with scars, and his two thick inhuman arms attracted everyone\'s attention.

I saw that the black iron head\'s arms were no longer formed by flesh and blood, but the mechanical arms made by alchemists.

"How about that? As long as this thing is urged by magic, the power it produces is beyond your imagination. Damn it, I didn\'t have to wait for others to cut off my arms if I knew those alchemists had such a good thing." the black iron head chuckled and waved his new arms.

"Maybe you should replace a pair of mechanical legs. I think those legs are more powerful." kukas laughed, but his face was not smiling at all, but full of deep sadness. Because when he saw each other\'s mechanical arm, he knew that even if blackhead could continue to live in his life, he had no ability to continue to improve his strength. He can cut off his arm by the enemy this time and make him unable to find the arm to reconnect. Then he may cut off his head by the enemy next time.

"It\'s a pity that those alchemists are busy repairing weapons and don\'t have time to make a pair of mechanical legs for me. Well, this arm is still their previous inventory!" the black iron head sat down beside kukas and shouted, "why did it come suddenly this time? Has the bloody smell on the wall dried up?"

"Yes, it has dried up, and I also want to smell the smell of women and spirits. I haven\'t enjoyed it for a long time." kukas giggled, then drank the last bit of spirits, reached out and picked up the woman on the side to play in his arms: "I heard that we have been allowed to leave here. Will you leave?"

"What are you going to do when you leave here? People like me can\'t live without killing some people. After you leave here, I can go there again?" black iron head waved his arm weakly and laughed in a low voice.

"Go to the army, there is no lack of war, in the army you can\'t say you can mix a general to play!" kukas touched his bare head and grinned, "why don\'t you join the Lich mercenary regiment."

"The people of the hand of glory invited me to join them a few days ago. They persuaded those alchemists to add these arms to me." blackhead was silent for a long time, and then made such an answer: "tomorrow I will be a full member of the hand of glory."

"You know I hate the glory hand organization." kukas asked the girl to prepare a glass of liquor for him again, and then drank it: "in the bone burial place here, at least ten members of the glory hand were thrown into the bone pool by me."

"I have no choice. I don\'t want to be a useless man who can\'t afford weapons, which you Lich land can\'t give, or you don\'t notice." black iron head looked at kukas deeply, then stuffy his head and whispered: "In the battle in which I was wounded, all the people we had left were dead except me. The people of the hand of glory told me that because I didn\'t have a stronger fighting spirit method or a stronger killing method."

"This arm can let me release powerful magic, and can continuously improve their power in the future." black iron head took a deep breath, lit a silver smoke and smoked it.

"You can let the priests regenerate their limbs with divine skill." kukas fiercely stood up and walked uneasily in the tavern: "why do you have to join the hand of glory? You know my hatred with the hand of glory."

"Yes, I know. I even worked with you to kill a member of the glorious hand. But the priests didn\'t release the divine power of limb regeneration for me. No matter how I begged, they didn\'t help me, so I joined the glorious hand. Hey hey! Maybe we will become enemies in the future." The black iron head fiercely crushed the silver smoke in his hand and roared ferociously.