The Panthers' tavern mainly deals with regular customers.
Most of the guests are neighbors, so they won't be so unruly.
Occasionally, travelers from the pier would come and mistook Kelly, the young host, as a bartender and tried to touch her.
"Smelly bitch! Do you think you are too noble to be touched?"
The more the drunkard curses, the worse it sounds.
"If you don't kneel down and apologize to me today, believe it or not, I will demolish this store?!"
"Have you had enough trouble?"
Kelly couldn't bear it.
"Uncultured people like you are not welcome in my home! Get out of here!"
The drunk man suddenly stood up, grinned ferociously and pulled out his dagger.
"You stinky girl, you want to chase me away? Come here and try!"
"Ha! How dare you use a knife? What a good man you are!"
Kelly sneered, rolled up her sleeves, and was about to step forward to chase them away.
Snapped!
A big, broad and strong hand pressed on her shoulder.
Kelly turned around and saw her brother's handsome and calm face.
"Sister, let me come."
Allen took two steps forward, blocking his sister and father behind him.
The drunkard looked at him sideways, held the dagger in front of him pretentiously, and flicked it with his fingers.
The dagger made a clanking sound, but it was made of good steel.
"Hey...boy, I might as well explain it clearly."
"This is my knife...hehehe!"
"Not only is it extremely sharp, it can cut iron like clay!"
"He also painted a scene where blood seals the throat——"
Before the drunk man finished speaking, he felt his eyes blurred, and Allen's figure had disappeared from his sight.
The next second.
Allen appeared from behind him like a ghost.
"Ah You--"
The drunkard was startled, and all the alcohol turned into cold sweat.
Before he could turn around, a big hand as powerful as an iron pincer had already firmly grasped his right hand.
Force him to point the dagger at himself.
The blade of the knife was driven into the throat inch by inch.
"It's...abominable!"
The drunk man was furious. He held the knife in both hands and struggled hard, but he could not shake the young man's hand.
"Don't make a big deal out of it!" the father quickly warned his son.
Allen nodded slightly, and his hands suddenly became stronger.
Force the drunkard to twist the dagger and draw it against his lips.
"Wow!!"
The drunk man screamed.
The bloody lips looked particularly scary.
In fact, it's just a little cut of the skin.
"Friend, what did you say was painted on the dagger?"
Allen let go of the drunk man and asked with a polite smile.
"No...nothing..."
The drunk man was so frightened that he dropped his dagger, covered his mouth, and crawled out of the tavern.
Allen picked up the dagger and said to the people watching the excitement: "It's okay, let's all disperse."
The guests returned to their seats, continued to eat and drink, and sighed one after another.
Allen is only twelve or thirteen years old, but he is already stronger than a calf and can move his hands without hesitation.
"The knife is pretty good. If I take it, I'll treat it as wine money for the guest just now."
Allen played with the dagger and said to his father and sister.
"Is this dagger... coated with poison?" The father asked his son worriedly.
Allen shook his head and smiled, comforting his father to relax.
"That guy was just scaring Kelly."
If the dagger was really quenching poison, the "Taotie System" would have already prompted it.
Of course, not now.
Doesn't mean there won't be one in the future.
Allen is currently studying toxicology with the principal's aunt.
As far as he knew, there were several plants in the glass garden that could extract toxins suitable for application on swords.
He doesn't mind using this dagger to practice poison quenching techniques.
After solving a small trouble, Allen returned to the bedroom on the second floor and started today's meditation lessons.
Meditation world.
Jungle ravine.
The roar of the beast.
The roar of the ogre.
Echoing in the valley.
The gurgling stream has been blocked by wild boar carcasses scattered everywhere.
Bloody ripples appeared on the water's surface.
Three adult ogres, plus seven juvenile ogres, formed a hunting team.
The leader of the team is a shirtless, tall and fat male ogre.
From the top of the head to a pair of bare feet, it is more than three meters tall.
The waist circumference is also three meters!
The bare chest is covered with criss-crossing scars.
The dark blue skull tattoo is almost completely covered.
He only wore a pair of rough-made animal skin shorts on his lower body.
There is a handmade belt tied around the waist.
The plump belly was cut in half.
Her long brown hair is tied into a high ponytail, fluttering in the wind.
The round face is tight, the jaw is strong, and the corners of the mouth are tightly pursed.
Although the eyes are small, they are very lively.
Zhanran's eyes revealed a domineering air without anger!
This young and strong male ogre.
Nicknamed "The Big Iron Fist".
This is Allen's new identity in the meditation world.
In fact, in the original memory of the ancestors.
"Big Brother" is just a fool with well-developed limbs and a simple mind, and does not have such a domineering title as "Iron Fist".
After Allen merged with the ancestral spirit of "Big Brother", he changed his style of doing stupid things all day long, and used thunderous means to make a name for himself in the clan, shocking the demons!
With a pair of iron fists, he has established his current position.
A status that the original "big guy" never dreamed of!
Allen, as a male ogre, replaced his mother and became the new leader of the ogre clan in the valley.
When a new official takes office, he must establish his authority.
Allen's killing stick was pointed at the wild boars in the valley area.
He has spoken.
Within three days, the head of his mother-killing enemy "Steel Fang" will hang outside his cave door!
The king of wild boars in the valley, "Steel Tusk", is a so-called "ferocious wild boar".
This monster is a living mountain of meat!
Compared with the ordinary wild boar, the size difference is more than ten times!
Including Allen's mother, no less than ten adult ogres have died tragically under the fangs of the Pig King.
Spring is warm, flowers are blooming, and the earth is recovering.
Today is a good day.
It's time to end the reign of the "Steel Fangs"!
Allen mobilized all the adult compatriots in the clan and launched a four-pronged attack through clever formations.
After two days of bloody fighting, most of the wild boars had been driven out of the valley.
Now only the "Steel Tusk" is left, hiding here with the last small group of wild boars, fighting stubbornly.
Allen asked his compatriots to stay outside the valley.
From among his nine mates, he selected two more clever female ogres, plus seven newly weaned children, to follow him in this hunting operation.
Two female ogres, both carrying large maces.
In addition to animal skin shorts, he also wore leather armor stolen from human adventurers on his upper body.
The size of the leather armor does not fit well and the buttons cannot be fastened.
The female ogre could only be casually tied up with hemp rope, and held together a pair of peaks that almost burst the leather armor and were larger than a ripe watermelon.
Both pairs of eyes were fixed on the husband they deeply admired, full of concern.
The rest of the wild boars had been killed by them and their children.
The enemy only has one "steel fang" left.
Obviously, the whole family can swarm up and beat up the Pig King.
Their proud husbands refused.
Declare to challenge the Pig King!
Both sisters felt that this behavior was indeed courageous, but not very smart.