When they realized that they were surrounded, Edward and the others stopped in their tracks and went on high alert.
As players, Edward and the others had a fair amount of experience with being surrounded. After all, the Valley of the Tragic Dead was filled with skeletons, and the slightest bit of carelessness could lead to them being surrounded.
However, the situation back then was slightly different from now. After all, the skeletons didn't have high-level undead creatures or necromancers to command them, so they only acted according to their instincts. Most of the time, it was a coincidence that the skeletons surrounded the players. But now, they were surrounded by the enemy.
After a while, as the encirclement shrank, Edward and the others saw the enemies that surrounded them.
They were creatures that were only one to two meters tall. At first glance, they looked like giant toads that stood on their hind legs. They had almost no necks, and their skin was either dark green or brown. They looked slippery and slippery, and some even had black stripes on their bodies.
They wore clothes made of shells that only covered their vitals. They held simple weapons with large snails tied to wooden poles. Their cheeks were puffed up, and they didn't look friendly.
"What are you doing here, dry-skinned people!" The giant toad in the lead wore a necklace of shells around its neck. It seemed to be the leader, and it didn't seem to have a good temper. It spoke in Shaman (human language) with a thick accent. "Get out of here! The Warty Tidal Flat belongs to us, the sticky-skinned people!"
These self-proclaimed sticky-skinned people were actually the frogmen that Vela wanted to meet.
It should be mentioned that the term 'dry-skinned' was used by the frogmen to refer to humans and other subhumans other than murlocs. It was a slightly insulting term.
"Wow, yellow names, and they're all frogmen, but they don't have health bars … Are they enemies or friends?" Eggface muttered.
"I don't know, probably neutral." Edward shrugged.
"We don't want to fight you. We're here to help you, "Vela said loudly. In order to be more persuasive, she threw her bow and dagger to the ground and raised her hands to show that she didn't mean any harm. "I hope to have a good talk with your leader."
She even winked at Edward and the others.
Edward and the others could only throw their equipment to the ground.
Unlike the Warriors and Mages of this world, Players could cast most of their skills even without equipment. They just lacked the attribute bonuses of their weapons.
However, the frogmen didn't know this. When they saw that the players had thrown away their weapons, their hostility was greatly reduced.
"We have nothing to talk about with you dry-skinned people! Arrest them! Remember, the one who caught you is me, the hero of the sticky skin tribe, Croakatoa! "
The leader of the frogmen glanced contemptuously at Vera and the others, and at the same time gave orders to the other frogmen, his chin puffed up, looking very pleased with himself.
"Hey, my T2 great sword from the Valley of the Tragic Dead, don't drag it on the ground. What if it wears out …" Joe complained in dissatisfaction, but was ignored by the frogmen.
His weapon was too heavy for the frogmen, so he could only drag it along.
With the cooperation of Vela and the others, the frogmen bound the players' wrists with kelp and dragged them back to the frogmen's village.
Along the way, Vela tried to talk to the other frogmen, but found that they didn't know how to speak human language.
The village was built next to the beach, and there weren't many houses. Most of them were conches that were two meters tall. There were also some houses made out of coral and reefs, but they were rare.
Although it was a foreign place, the aesthetics of the frogmen were quite different from that of humans. Standing on the streets of the frogmen's village and looking into the distance, one would feel that the village was very dirty and messy …
Even though it wasn't high tide, the seawater would still submerge one's ankles when walking in the village.
"This is the first time I've seen a frogman's house …" Eggface looked around curiously.
"It's not just you. I don't think humans have ever seen a frogman's house," Vela whispered. "If we're talking about the most mysterious race in the world, the frogmen are definitely in the top ten!"
Aside from some sailors, most humans and frogmen didn't interact much.
Most of the time, frogmen would purposely avoid humans and settle in remote places, which was why they were rarely seen.
On the other hand, frogmen didn't have anything that humans coveted. Their meat wasn't delicious, and some of their organs weren't good for sex. Their civilization didn't have any special products like pearls, and the most valuable thing they had was the salted fish that they dried on top of their conch houses …
That was why humans had never had any conflicts with the frogmen since the end of the War of the Gods.
That was why Angora was curious as to why the Society of the Secret Eye would have a conflict with the frogmen, and why the frogmen would rather fight the Society of the Secret Eye than move away from the beach … He also wanted to give the frogmen some help if possible, so that the Society of the Secret Eye wouldn't be able to mobilize too much power from the beach to attack the Unnamed Town.
"The Great Elder's residence is right in front of us. If you have anything to say, say it to him." Croakatoa, who had escorted them here, said arrogantly.
"Although you said you had nothing to say to us, you still brought us here in the end. Looks like you're a good guy!" Charle, who was a straightforward warrior, was immediately amused.
"Hmph, I just want to see what you have to say to me!" Croakatoa laughed coldly and led the group into the largest conch house in the frogmen village.
The conch house was extraordinarily spacious, and the frogman that Croakatoa referred to as the Great Elder was already waiting for them inside.
He had an orange skin that was completely different from the other frogmen, and his body was much larger than the others. His back was also covered in pimples, which made him look a little creepy.
"I've heard Croakatoa talk about you. What do you have to say to me?" The frogman spoke in perfect Shamanic. "Although I don't think you'll be able to help us."
"Please don't speak to us with such hostility, we're here to help you."
Vela tried her best to talk to the frogman. "I believe that you've been attacked by other humans recently …"
"Did you do that?!" Before Vela could finish, Croakatoa jumped out and shouted angrily.
"Croakatoa, back off." The Great Elder ordered Croakatoa to back off, and then comforted Vela. "I apologize for his impulsiveness, but please understand that you dry-skinned people all look the same, and it's hard for him to tell you apart."
"That's right, we sticky-skinned people have different skin colors and stripes. Look at the stripes on my back, it looks like a chrysanthemum … Ah, I'm sorry, Elder. You know that I'm proud of my cute little chrysanthemum."
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