The new chieftain of the Iron Stomach Clan, the half-green dragon ogre Augustin, ordered the extermination of Allen and the four sisters.
While nominally a drastic measure to eradicate them, Augustin, in reality, did not believe Allen and the four sisters could threaten his rule.
Forcing the Iron Stomach Clan ogres to hunt Allen and his companions was primarily a test of their obedience.
If anyone showed concern for their fellow citizens and refrained from killing them, he would have a legitimate reason to eliminate dissidents and unleash a bloody slaughter!
Intimidated by Augustin's power and naturally foolish, they bullied the weak and feared the strong.
Following his orders, the ogres pursued Allen and his companions without hesitation.
Allen risked his life to finally rescue the four sisters and embarked on a journey of escape with them.
As for what the future held for them, he was completely lost.
He had to feign composure to prevent the four sisters from panicking.
After all, he was now their backbone.
He had to appear strong enough in front of them!
Sudden change, uprooted from their homeland, their future uncertain.
As the night deepened, trapped in the cold and lonely mountain cave, the women were inevitably overcome with depression.
The most headstrong of the four sisters, the youngest, refused to face the harsh reality and burst into tears.
She kept crying, insisting she'd go back and save her mother.
No matter how her three sisters tried to persuade her, they couldn't stop her. She, too, was sobbing herself, caught in the act and burst into tears again.
The cave was filled with sobs.
Alan was plotting his escape route for the next day.
He was distraught by the four sobbing female ogres.
Unable to bear it any longer, he grabbed a large stick and rushed to his youngest sister.
He pushed her to the ground, lifted her animal-skin skirt, swung the stick, and struck her on the buttocks!
The beating left her bottom red and swollen, and she screamed in agony.
The eldest, second, and third sisters watched, tears welling up in their eyes, their faces filled with pity.
They tried to persuade Allen to show some mercy and not beat their youngest sister too harshly.
However, before they could open their mouths, Allen, stick in hand, spun around, facing them with a look of brutality on his face!
Without a word, he pushed all three sisters to the ground.
He forced them to lie flat on the ground, neatly lined up.
Anyone who dared to open their mouths would be immediately hit on the buttocks with the stick! "Wow... We didn't say anything!" the third sister protested aggrievedly. "Why do we have to be beaten too?"
"A beating in advance to prevent you from disobeying!"
Alan replied coldly.
That's called taking precautions before they happen!
He held a stick and warned the four aggrieved sisters:
"If any of you want to die, I won't stop you."
"If you still want to live, follow me and be obedient!"
The four sisters lay on the ground, looking at each other.
No one said a word.
As docile as lambs.
Now, they were deeply afraid of Alan.
They all swore and promised to obey him.
...
The escape lasted a whole month.
Alan and the four sisters escaped pursuit several times.
Finally, they found a place to stay in the northernmost Frostfall Hills.
The five of them took up residence in the Snow Mountain Ogre Tribe.
The local ogres bullied them, the outsiders.
They coveted the four sisters' beauty and tried to take them home to have children.
The four sisters, annoyed, openly admitted that they were all Alan's wives.
After all, they had already slept together, so there was nothing to hide.
When the news spread, Alan instantly became the public enemy of the many male ogres in the Snow Mountain Tribe!
The largest of these males, nicknamed "Meat Mountain," was unrivaled in the Snow Mountain Tribe.
This "Meat Mountain" approached the four sisters for sex, but was rejected.
Full of jealousy, he challenged Alan.
Meat Mountain truly lived up to his name.
Over three meters tall and two meters wide!
He was covered in layers of fat.
He looked just like the mascot of a tire company in Allen's past life.
Meat Mountain Brother's fat wasn't for nothing!
His defense was incredibly high!
Alan infused eight points of magic power with a bone-piercing punch.
He slammed firmly into the meat mountain's abdomen.
Instantly, waves of flesh erupted!
The ferocious punch was dissolved by the elastic fat.
Not only did it fail to break through the defense, Allen's fist sank into it.
His entire right arm was sucked into the soft fat of the meat mountain's abdomen.
For a moment, he couldn't pull it out!
A sneer crossed the meat mountain's fat face.
His small eyes were filled with disdain.
"Get out of my way!"
The Meat Mountain roared, suddenly exerting force, its belly puffing out!
Alan felt as if he'd been shoved hard.
He stumbled back involuntarily, nearly falling flat on his face.
His right wrist was red, swollen, and painful.
The joint was bruised, and he could no longer exert force.
The Meat Mountain pressed on.
He was covered in fat, and with every jolt of his footsteps, he truly looked like a moving mountain of flesh!
His massive hand swooped down to grab Alan's crown!
Houndlike stride!
Narrowly dodging the blow, Alan circled behind the Meat Mountain.
He aimed a hard kick at his butt.
BANG!
The Meat Mountain lost its balance and fell to its knees with a thud.
Alan himself was flung back by the fleshy buttocks.
He took several steps back, barely regaining his footing.
By then, Meat Mountain had already trembled to his feet.
His face was filled with shame and anger, and he charged with a roar.
Alan was forced to resort to his old tactic, dodging with his body movements.
Many Snow Mountain Clan ogres gathered to watch the duel.
Seeing Alan being pursued by Meat Mountain, they dared not fight back and booed him.
The four sisters were also among the spectators.
Seeing their beloved husbands losing and being ridiculed, they were restless and shouted encouragement to Alan at the top of their lungs!
Alan knew it.
The Meat Mountain was too heavy and couldn't handle a long fight.
As long as they kept fighting, they could hold off for a few more minutes.
There's no need to fight; the Meat Mountain will collapse on its own.
However, using such a despicable tactic...
Even if he defeated the Meat Mountain, he wouldn't be able to convince the others.
In the future, there would undoubtedly be others challenging him.
If this continued, it would be unbearable!
So, a more proactive approach was necessary to defeat the Meat Mountain without question.
Not only must he win, but he had to win beautifully, thus shocking the demons of the Snow Mountain!
Alan's remaining magic power was running low.
Even if he used it all to unleash his "Bone-Piercing Power," it wouldn't necessarily break the Meat Mountain's defenses.
Instantly, he thought of his deformed left palm.
Over a month ago, to fight the Dragon Man, he had been forced to use the bone spur on his left palm to absorb a large amount of poison.
After that battle, his left hand was corroded by the toxin.
Even the hard bone spur in the center of his palm had been corroded, losing its sharpness.
Fortunately, after a period of recuperation, Allen's left hand had recovered.
The bone spur, like a child's teeth, faded and replaced with a new one, becoming brand new and sharp.
This made Allen very happy.
It proved that damaged bone spurs were not a big deal; they could regenerate after a while.
Besides that, the poison he absorbed from the dragon man could also be synthesized through his own venom glands.
The dragon man's poison was considered "secondary dragon breath."
It wasn't as toxic as a real green dragon, but it was equivalent to a level 4 poison. In reality, the strongest poison Allen had ever encountered was only level 3.
One could imagine how powerful a level 4 poison was.
The Meat Mountain's physical defenses were too strong for his punches to break through.
Why not use poison instead?
Thinking this way, Allen silently activated his venom glands. He synthesized secondary green dragon toxin on the fly and injected it into the bone spur.
Like a loaded pistol!
Hound gait!
With a flick of his foot, Allen easily dodged Meat Mountain's lunge.
Suddenly leaping into the air, he slapped Meat Mountain's head!
The only thing missing from this guy's body was his scalp!
Puff!
The bone spur on his palm shot out three inches, piercing Meat Mountain's head and injecting a mad rush of toxin.
After a successful strike, Allen exerted force from his palm, splitting his legs and leaping over Meat Mountain's head.
He landed gracefully on the ground with his back to Meat Mountain.
Behind him, Meat Mountain clutched its head and screamed.
The massive body fell face-first.
It hit the ground with a roar, sending snow flying.
The ogres watching were stunned.
The noise and jeers all faded.
The foremost warrior who had swept through the Snow Mountain Tribe, known as the "Indestructible Meat Mountain,"
Now, his face green, he lay unconscious at Alan's feet.
With a seemingly effortless palm strike, he decisively defeated the Meat Mountain.
Alan's battle had showcased his prowess and earned him a reputation.
The male ogres who had longed for the favor of the four sisters were deeply awed.
Their gazes toward Alan shifted from envy to heartfelt awe!
As long as Alan lived, they would never dare covet the four sisters' beauty.
Alan and his four consorts, despite their status as outsiders, had established a firm foothold in the Snow Mountain Tribe.
Finally, they could settle down and take a break.
…
Second-floor bedroom.
Alan ended his meditation and slowly opened his eyes.
Joy filled his eyes.
After more than six months of arduous training.
His cultivation had finally reached another breakthrough.
Promoted to high-level sorcerer apprentice!