Chapter 64: Frogman Tribe (1/2)

After they realized that they were surrounded, they all stopped and looked around warily.

They were all quite experienced in being surrounded as they had explored a lot in the Valley of the Tragic Dead, and the most monsters there were hordes upon hordes of skeletons and monsters that surrounded players within moments.

Of course, the situation right now was different. After all, revenants and undead monsters only acted on their instincts, and the surrounding was only because there were a lot of them. Now, the enemies were surrounding them with a plan and an objective.

As the perimeter of the circle of enemies closed in, they saw who exactly was attacking them.

These were creatures that were around 1.1~1.2 meters tall, and looked like large toads that stood on two feet. Their necks were nonexistent and their skin was damp and green or brown, with black stripes and patterns on their skin.

They wore clothes made from shells that covered their vitals, while they held easy weapons made from large conches attached to tips of wooden rods. From the way they were puffing their cheeks, it was easy to see that they weren’t happy at all.

“Why are you here, dry-skinned?!” A large frog with a necklace of shells shouted, and it seemed like he was the leader of the team. It spoke Shumonian (human common language) with a heavy accent. “Get out of here, the Warty Tidal Flat belongs to us, the wet-skinned!”

The ones that called themselves the sticky-skinned were naturally the frogman tribe that Vela wanted to meet.

For context, the name of ‘dry-skinned’ was a slightly derogatory term that frogmen called everyone other than their own tribe and aquatic tribes.

“Wow, they’re all yellow named, and don’t have HP bars…So are they friends, or enemies?” Gou Dan muttered softly.

“No idea, probably neutral?” Edward shrugged.

“We don’t want to fight with you, in fact, we’re here to help you!” Vela shouted out, and to increase her persuasiveness, she threw her bow and dagger on to the ground, and raised both arms in surrender. “We just want to talk with the leader of your tribe.”

After she said so, she looked at the others in the party, gesturing for them to throw down their weapons too.

With a sigh, Edward and the other members complied, placing their weapons down on the ground.

Different than the regular warriors and mages in this world, players could still use a majority of their abilities, just without the stat boosts given by the equipment.

But the frogmen didn’t know this, so seeing that the players had thrown their equipment down, their hostility decreased considerably.

“We don’t have anything to say to you dry-skinned people! Catch them all! Remember that the one that caught you was Croakatoa, the hero of the wet-skinned!”

That frogman sneered at Vela and the party and ordered his subordinates, puffing his cheeks in pride.

“Hey, that’s my T2 greatsword from the Valley of the Tragic Dead, don’t drag it on the ground! What if you break it…” Joe grumbled, but was ignored duly by the frogmen.

This weapon was way too heavy for them after all, so dragging it on the ground was all they could do.

Under the party’s cooperation, they were brought back to the frogman settlement with strips of kelp wrapped around their wrists.

As they were walking, Vela tried to communicate with the other frogmen, but they didn’t know how to speak Shumonian.