Gluttonous Warlock

Chapter 17 Iron Fist Big Guy

Panthers's tavern is mainly for regular customers.

Most of the guests are neighbors in the neighborhood, so they won't be so unruly.

Occasionally, travelers from the pier would visit, mistaking Kelly, the young owner, as a hostess, and trying to touch her.

"Smelly bitch! How noble do you think you can't be touched?"

The more the drunkard cursed, the worse it sounded.

"If you don't kneel down and apologize to me today, believe it or not, I demolished this shop?!"

"Have you had enough trouble?"

Kelly couldn't take it anymore.

"My family doesn't welcome uneducated things like you! Get out of here!"

The drunk suddenly stood up, grinning grinningly and drew out his dagger.

"Smelly girl, want to chase me away? Come and try!"

"Ha! Take a knife for courage? You're a real man!"

Kelly sneered and rolled up her sleeves, and was about to rush forward.

Snapped!
A generous and powerful hand rested on her shoulder.

Kelly turned her head and saw her younger brother's handsome and calm face.

"Sister, let me come."

Allen took two steps forward, keeping his sister and dad behind him.

The drunkard squinted at him, put the dagger in front of him pretentiously, and flicked it with his fingers.

The dagger clanked, but it was made of good steel.

"Hey... boy, I might as well make it clear."

"My knife...hehehe!"

"Not only is it extremely sharp, it cuts iron like mud!"

"I also painted a drama that sees blood sealing the throat—"

Before the drunk man finished speaking, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and Alan's figure had disappeared from his vision.

next second.

Allen appeared from behind him like a ghost.

"Ah You--"

The drunk was startled, and all the alcohol turned into cold sweat.

Before he could turn around, a big hand as strong as iron pincers had firmly grasped his right hand.

Force him to point the dagger at himself.

The blade pressed into the throat inch by inch.

"But... Damn it!"

The drunk man was furious, holding the knife in both hands, and struggling hard, but he couldn't shake the boy's palm.

"Don't make things big!" Dad quickly warned his son.

Allen nodded slightly, and suddenly exerted strength in his hands.

Forced the drunk man to twist the dagger and swipe it against his lips.

"Wow!!"

The drunk man screamed.

The blood-stained lips looked extremely scary.

In fact, it is just to cut a little skin.

"My friend, what did you say was painted on the dagger?"

Allen let go of the drunk and asked with a polite smile.

"No... nothing..."

The drunk was so frightened that he dropped his dagger, covered his mouth, and scrambled out of the tavern.

Allen picked up the dagger and said to the people watching: "It's all right, let's go."

The guests returned to their seats, continued to eat and drink, and sighed one after another.

Alan was only twelve or thirteen years old, and he was already stronger than a calf, and he was unambiguous in his hands.

"The knife is not bad. I'll take it. I'll treat it as the guest's wine money."

Allen played with the dagger and said to his father and sister.

"This dagger...was it poisoned?" 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 poisoned, the "Glutton System" would have already warned.

Of course, not now.

It doesn't mean there won't be in the future.

Alan 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 applying on swords.

He didn't mind using this dagger to practice poisoning techniques.

After solving a small trouble, Allen returned to the bedroom on the second floor to start today's meditation homework.

Meditation world.

Jungle valley.

The roar of the beast.

The roar of the ogre.

Echoes in the valley.

The gurgling stream has been blocked by wild boar carcasses.

Bloody ripples appeared on the surface of the water.

Three adult ogres, plus seven juvenile ogres, together 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 high.

The waist is also three meters!

His bare chest was covered with criss-cross scars.

Almost completely covers the ink blue skull tattoo.

The lower body only wears a pair of rough animal skin shorts.

A handmade belt is tied around the waist.

A plump belly, cut in half.

Long brown hair, tied into a high ponytail, fluttering in the wind.

The big round face is tense, the jaw is strong, and the corners of the mouth are tightly pursed.

Although the eyes are small, they are very energetic.

Zhan Ran's eyes revealed a domineering arrogance without anger!
This young and strong male ogre.

Nicknamed "Big Iron Fist".

This is Allen's new identity in the meditation world.

In fact, in the original ancestral memory.

"Big Guy" is just a simple-minded idiot with well-developed limbs, and he doesn't have such a domineering title as "Iron Fist".

After Allen merged with the ancestor spirit of the "big guy", he changed his style of doing stupid things all day long, and used thunderous means to make a name in the clan, and Megatron the crowd!

With a pair of iron fists, he has established his current position.

The status of the original "big guy" would never have been dreamed of!

Alan, as a male ogre, replaced his mother and became the new leader of the valley ogre clan.

When a new official takes office, he must stand up.

Allen's killing stick pointed at the herd of wild boars in the valley area.

He has spoken.

Within three days, the head of the mother-killing enemy "Iron Fang" will hang outside the door of his cave!

"Steel Tusk", the king of wild boars in the valley, is a so-called "violent wild boar".

This monster is a living mountain of meat!
Compared with it, ordinary wild boars are more than ten times different in size!
Including Alan's mother, no less than ten adult ogres had died tragically under the fangs of the pig king.

Spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and the earth is recovering.

Today is a good day.

It's time to end the reign of Iron Fang!
Allen mobilized all the adult compatriots in the clan, and through ingenious formations, attacked in four directions.

After two days of bloody battle, most wild boars have been driven out of the valley.

Now only "Steel Fangs" are left, with the last small herd of wild boars, hiding here, stubbornly resisting.

Allen asked his compatriots to stay outside the valley.

From among his nine spouses, he selected two female ogres with more clever minds, plus seven newly weaned children, to follow him in this hunting operation.

Two female ogres, both carrying large maces.

In addition to the animal skin shorts, the upper body is also wearing a leather armor snatched from a human adventurer.

The leather armor didn't fit well, and the buttons couldn't be fastened.

The female ogre can only be tied casually with a hemp rope, holding a pair of peaks that almost tore through the leather armor and are bigger 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 have been killed by the two of them and their children.

The enemy has only one "steel fang" left.

Obviously, the whole family can swarm up and beat the pig king.

Their proud husbands refused.

Claiming to single out the Pig King!
Both sisters felt that this behavior was indeed courageous, but not very smart.

(End of this chapter)