Chapter 39 Stolen Treasures

"Did they meet peacefully? Or did they have a heated exchange as soon as they met?"

"I can't tell, but judging from the lack of their footprints, the meeting probably won't be too peaceful." Ivy carefully observed the ground again, "Maybe they were swallowed by the giant frog and taken away."

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"You see - well you can't see - there are some very large footprints on the ground. They left much deeper than when they came in. Apparently they've gained weight here."

"Shh!" Sera suddenly raised her hand to signal Ivy to stop talking for the time being, "Did you hear it? There are some sounds in the distance!"

"It's just frogs croaking, right?" Ron listened carefully, but found nothing.

"Chief, your hearing needs to be improved," Sera shook her head. "There are people's shouts intertwined in it, but it's a little too far here, and I can't hear it clearly."

"Let's move over there."

As Ron and the others approached, the light in front of them gradually brightened.

Bullywugs do not have dark vision, so there are a large number of simple and crude torches in their stations.

In the light of the fire, Ron and the others saw a group of bullywugs wearing animal skin armor, holding spears and shields, lined up, fighting with a group of humans. Amidst the crowing of frogs like drums and horns, the bullywugs rushed towards the robbers with their spears. They expertly defended themselves with shields and swiftly swung their spears, piercing every human who dared to stand out.

The costumes of this group of humans are similar to those of the robbers who appeared outside the town of Fromm, only more sophisticated. When facing the slimy monsters with frog heads and bodies, these people showed no fear at all. They attacked frantically, and the sound of various weapons falling was heard endlessly. From time to time, a bullywug was beaten to the ground.

Among those humans, there was a man in a robe who was particularly eye-catching. He was a spell caster. Although the bullywugs kept trying to rush in front of him, when the fire in his hand burst out, his skin was dried out. The Bullywugs had to retreat again.

Suddenly, the situation on the battlefield was evenly matched, and the two sides were in a stalemate.

"A well-matched opponent..."

Ivy muttered, and when she was about to ask Ron what to do next, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a human being who suddenly broke away from the battle formation and stumbled towards them.

But that's not the most deadly thing. Behind him, two bullywugs drove a giant frog, raised a torch, and chased him in the same direction!

"This bastard!" Sera yelled, but at this moment there was no way to avoid it, the light of the torch had already illuminated their hiding place!

Facing the sudden appearance of a small team, both the bandits who may have come from the west and the bullywugs here all temporarily stopped their actions in a tacit agreement, and countless eyes gathered here.

"What the hell is this!" Ron couldn't laugh or cry. The situation where the enemy was overt and we were covert was now exposed.

This man is so immortal, why did he just run towards him?

"Hey! Who are you?" At this time, the humans spoke first, and the spell caster shouted at them, "Did the elf send you to save us?"

"You!" Among the bullywugs on the other side, a bullywug who spoke Common Tongue quite reluctantly also shouted, "Don't help them, I am the steward of His Majesty the King! As long as you help us, you can get us The friendship and courtesy of the whole kingdom!”

"You fart!" The bandits over there suddenly exploded. "Don't listen to them. That dirty and damp cave deserves to be called a kingdom?! Even the tavern on the Gobi Desert is better than that!"

"And courtesy? These beasts swallowed us and brought us here, and then started to hunt us down if we disagreed, unless we stole the treasures of their gods!"

"You guys are judging, is this also called 'courtesy'?"

"That's because you did steal, you thieves!" screamed the bullywug who called himself a steward. "Our god once stood in the center of a thunderstorm and was unscathed! But it was only a day after you came, It was electrocuted into charcoal in its own lair!"

"That's what you did!"

The two groups immediately quarreled again, and the escaping bandit took the opportunity to hide beside Ron and others. The two chasing Bullywugs did not dare to offend Ron and others rashly, so they could only stand there and stare.

"Stop! I said stop!" Ron was so noisy that he had to yell, interrupting the quarrel between the two parties. "Can you let me know the specific situation first? So that I can know how to help. who!"

After hearing this, both sides stopped. The current situation is that they are evenly matched. The appearance of Ron and others will change the tendency of the balance of power no matter who they help.

They were all very confident that Ron would help them.

"Let's start with you first," Ron led his companions closer to the bullywugs. "The treasures you claimed to be gods were stolen, and even led to the death of your gods?"

"Yes!" The steward nodded repeatedly, "We spent a lot of effort to invite the god to the kingdom! We provided it with food, and even paid the lives of several tribesmen for it, so that the god was happy and agreed to stay. here!"

Swampthroat, Ron recalled the books he had read in his previous life and remembered such a creature.

A Swampmaw is an amphibious predator as large as an elephant. It dwells in swamps and has four tentacles, thick gelatinous skin, a fanged mouth with a grasping tongue, and an extendable fleshy stalk with three eyeballs that can move in different directions.

If a tribe of Bullywugs encounters a Swampmaw, the Bullywugs will treat the Swampmaw as a deity and do whatever they can to coax the monster into their lairs. A Swampmaw can be barely tamed by offering it food, and the Bullywugs can communicate with it at a basic level. The Bullywugs gather food as tribute to it, provide it with a comfortable lair, zealously protect it from harm, and work to ensure that any young Swampmaws reach maturity.

But the problem is that this monster is very sensitive to electric shock. Although it is very powerful, it will become weak after being struck by lightning. It will definitely not be safe and sound in the center of the thunderstorm as the butler said. On the contrary, what they said later, that they were burned by electricity after losing the treasure, is quite interesting.

Could it be that these robbers were instructed by Mindatis to steal some treasure that the swamp monster was wearing that could make it immune to electric shock?