"What are you dodging?"
"Look at me, you son of a bitch!"
Agrippina, half-drunk, her breath reeking of alcohol.
She held up a gleaming dagger and threatened Allen with a smirk:
"You have two choices: either serve me obediently, or give me your heart to drink with!"
Agrippina, the half-green dragon ogre, attempted to force herself on Allen.
However, there were differences between men and women.
Unless a man was coerced, nothing could be done unless he actively cooperated.
Furthermore, she was threatening him.
Under immense mental pressure, it became even more difficult.
Luckily, Allen was no ordinary man.
He secretly plotted how to play along.
At the same time, he sought an opportunity to strike back and kill the witch.
Agrippina was half dragon.
The areas covered in dragon scales were impervious to swords and spears, invulnerable to attack.
However, her internal organs were as fragile as those of an ordinary person.
The problem was, how could he bypass the dragon scales and strike directly at her internal organs?
Alan thought of Bone-Piercing Force.
He had already mastered this martial art to perfection.
Infused with magical energy, every limb of his body could temporarily become as hard as iron!
Every limb!
…
At the critical moment, Alan suddenly attacked!
Agrippina had never dreamed of being ambushed in this way, under such circumstances.
She couldn't help but scream!
Alan slowly pulled away from her.
The areas where their bodies had touched, from their lower abdomen to their thighs, were stained red with blood.
Agrippina, dying, tried to call for the guards.
Allen's hands were chained, but fortunately, his legs could still move.
He hurried forward.
He placed his bare foot on her neck, infusing it with bone-deep strength.
He exerted force, and with a snap, her cervical vertebrae shattered!
Agrippina's screams abruptly ceased.
The guards outside heard the faint cries.
But they paid no attention.
His mistress treated her male companions harshly.
He was accustomed to such wails.
He simply thought it was just some sexual pleasure.
He was completely unaware that his mistress had tragically died.
Allen found the key on Agrippina's body.
He managed to unlock the handcuffs.
Rubbing his wrists, Allen returned to Agrippina's body.
He thrust his left hand forward and pressed it against the corpse's chest.
A bony spur protruded from his palm, piercing through the gaps in the dragon's scales with a puff, piercing deep into the chest.
Injecting digestive fluid.
Soon, Agrippina's flesh, blood, and bones liquefied.
Alan used the bony spur in his palm to suck furiously.
Until he had drained Agrippina dry, leaving only a sack of skin.
When he was done, Alan burped, his face flushed.
Every inch of his muscle throbbed with boundless energy.
He had long known that absorbing dragon blood was a tonic!
However, the benefits Agrippina brought him far exceeded those of ordinary dragonkin.
The difference between the two was like that of ginseng and carrots.
Alan picked up the dagger and plunged it into the human's neck.
The blade avoided the hard scales, slicing in a circular motion.
The head was quickly circumcised.
To be precise, it was just a hollow skull.
It resembled a helmet.
Alan placed the hollow skull on his head.
After gouging out his eyeballs, the two holes just revealed his own eyes.
Alan turned and walked to the basin, looking in the mirror.
The blurry figure reflected in the mirror looked identical to Agrippina in her lifetime.
He nodded with satisfaction.
Alan walked over to the bed.
He grabbed the armor and battle robes Agrippina had removed and put them on himself.
The choker and the raised collar of his bearskin cloak perfectly concealed the scars on his neck.
He put on the helmet, revealing only the protruding dragon snout.
He dropped his visor and peered out through the lattice.
His vision was relatively clear.
Even better, others couldn't discern any details of his face through the visor.
This provided a guarantee that he could pass off as Agrippina.
There was another problem: his voice.
Alan tried to imitate the devil's accent, and he felt he was about 60 percent similar.
He pretended to be half drunk.
Slurred speech and slurred words should get him by.
Thinking this, Alan pushed open the door and walked out with his head held high.
The guard quickly bowed and saluted!
Alan imitated Agrippina's arrogance, waved his hand casually, burped, and left the tent.
The guard peeked into the bedroom.
He didn't see the blue-skinned boy.
Thinking of the hostess's burp, he understood and smiled insincerely.
It was obvious that the blue-skinned boy had not only been ravaged by Lady Agrippina in bed, but had also been literally devoured by her afterwards.
It had indeed been a sumptuous feast!
Alan, impersonating Agrippina, swaggered through the camp.
He strolled into the kitchen, saying he wanted to personally inspect the wine and water supplies.
As the old saying goes.
If the cook doesn't steal, the crops won't be harvested.
The firemen busy in the kitchen were bound to take some advantage.
Seeing the hostess coming to inspect, they were all so frightened that their legs trembled and they kept wiping away the cold sweat.
Alan opened each barrel to inspect.
He dipped his hand into the wine, pretending to taste it.
Then he nodded in satisfaction.
The cooks all breathed a sigh of relief.
Unbeknownst to them, the wine barrels had been poisoned.
The wine was quickly delivered to the celebration banquet, where it was consumed by the drunken dragons.
Ordinary dragons didn't have Agrippina's abnormal resistance to poisons.
"Drunkenness and dreaming" was enough to kill them.
Alan left the kitchen and went to inspect the prisoner-of-war camp.
After a quick tour, he found all the guards in the camp lying down.
Next, Alan removed his disguise.
He released the over 300 prisoners, led by Meat Mountain, and distributed armor and weapons.
He led this ogre army into the celebration banquet and unleashed a bloody slaughter!
By this time, the dragons who had drunk the poisoned wine had already taken effect.
The vast majority had no resistance at all and were slaughtered in a flash, like chopping melons and vegetables.
Over six hundred corpses lay scattered and piled together, their blood staining the snow red.
Alan gave the order.
He poured the remaining poisoned wine over the corpses and ignited a fire.
The fire spread rapidly.
The entire dragon camp was soon engulfed in flames.
Alan led the rescued ogres to guard outside the blaze.
Escaped one, killed one!
Escaped two, killed two!
The battle continued until dawn the next day.
The dragon camp was reduced to scorched earth, leaving not a single survivor.
Alan led the ogres back to the Snow Mountain Tribe.
The next day, the High Mistress voluntarily stepped down.
Allen, who became famous in one battle, ascended the throne of the chief of the Snow Mountain Tribe with the support of all his tribesmen.