Became an Evil Dragon

15 – 15. Dragon’s routine (3)

These goddamn turquoise frogs are so religious that they continue to put on human sacrifice shows every waning moon, even though I have made it clear that they don’t.

Thinking that it was the utmost sincerity that could be given to me.

Of course, those guys believed that I would like it and continued to spread it, but it was very nuisance to this side. Face and name. For some reason, the back of my head feels a bit chilly when I think that people I don’t know who I don’t know at all are dying over and over again because of me.

So this time, to put it mildly, I intend to completely stop human sacrifice.

I said the other day that I didn’t have to do this, but when I came back to him, he was repeating the same thing again.

“Mglmgl!”

The guardian of the egg house inflated his cheeks with excitement and ordered something. Several frogs hop in the direction he points with the blade of his spear.

Half of the other frogs started to move busily as if preparing something, and the rest of the frogs were jumping around me.

Megul megul keeps coming around me! Except for the frogs who were crying and rejoicing, the Frogmen were creating something on the huge stone hill in the middle of their tribe.

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Dried trees drifting in the swamp are gathered to make a kind of campfire, and a rectangular stone altar is moved up the hill, ready to offer sacrifices.

As the time went down, the time of sunset, the favorite of Frogman, was coming, probably because I arrived a bit late from looking around for the first time in a long time.

a flaming sunset.

The sky was dyed red by the lengthening sunlight and gradually changed to golden light at the end.

The cloudy sky turns golden and the sun, which can only be seen now, sets slowly over the mountains. As the cool breeze of evening blew from the swamp, incomprehensible cries of some kind of animal began to echo through the swamp.

I could see small fish swimming in the swamp beneath my feet. Sometimes, large fish the size of a forearm fearlessly splashed and jumped to the surface of the water, but unlike usual, the frogs, who were very excited, let go of the prey that came right in front of their eyes.

muddy

Perhaps because of the weight of my enormous body, my ankles were already deeply buried in the mud beneath the swamp.

When I lift one foot slightly, the mud soaked in the foot sloughs off.

It wasn’t a very pleasant environment for me, who likes things clean enough to clean up with water from an underground lake every day.

iron puck.

I let out a small sigh and laid down on my stomach on the ground. I didn’t really like the feeling of the muddy water clinging to my body, but I couldn’t stand it considering it was a momentary entertainment.

Megul Megul Megul Megul!!

The frogs, seeing me lying down in the mud without aversion, cheered and jumped up. They seemed happy that I didn’t mind this swamp, which was probably the home they loved and lived in.

Finally, an altar of frogs for me was completed on a stone hill located in the middle of the tribe. A fire pit made from trees that grow in the swamp area and a stone altar carved with the delicate hands of an old frog craftsman.

“Megul Megul Megul!”

The guardian of the nest, who commanded the frogs while emitting a loud cry, showed off the dignity of a tribal leader and controlled everyone.

Armed with a thorough soldier spirit, it was not a knife cut to the level of a quarter of the Korean army right before the review of the battalion commander, but the guardian of the egg house, who had lined up the frogs in a line to some extent in front of the altar, puffed out his chest and made a proud expression. bowed down

“Megul!”

Clap clack.

On the other side, several frogmen under the direction of the nest guardian were dragging something tied up. As expected, the identities of those who struggled and screamed at their throats while being tied up were unlucky adventurers who happened to pass by this area.

The adventurer captives who had been dragged by the ruthless hands of the frogs and had their heads stuck to the ground several times drinking muddy water from the swamp area screamed louder when they saw me.

When they saw me lying face down among the frogs, they looked more frightened than ever.

“Ugh, ugh! It’s a dragon! sh*t, f*ck! It’s a dragon! It’s a real dragon! These crazy frogs were raising dragons! Even a red dragon!”

“Et tut tut! A lie?! Are we being sacrificed as food for that dragon?! Sis, I hate it! help me! Please save someone!”

The total number of prisoners captured and tied up by frogs is two.

One was a man of a very small race, similar in size to a Frogman, and the other was a woman with the appearance of a normal human like the villagers.

Appearing to be ordinary travelers, their clothes were simple leather clothes with no noticeable decorations for easy movement, and the weapons they probably originally were carrying were taken away by the Frogmen, so they don’t see any special armament.

There were no major visible wounds on the travelers’ bodies. Tied up and dragged face down, the whole body was in a mess, with minor wounds caused by pebbles and pieces of wood, and the whole body soiled with dirty swamp water, but no cuts, as if cut by swords or spears, were visible.

Predictably, the two humans were recklessly trying to cross this swamp, and they got caught in hunting traps set by frogs, and this is what they are now. Seeing that he was caught intact without any injuries, I am even more certain.

The state of the sacrifices that the frogs offered to me last time were already dying, as if there had been a battle. So at that time, I just let the frogs do human sacrifice. After all, even if I ordered the frogs to release them, they were in such a state that they would soon be hunted down.

It would have been more merciful to give them quick rest.

Anyway, what were these guys talking about earlier? what? Are the frogs raising dragons?

Did these guys regard this majestic, fierce dragon, who had come to save their lives, as a mere frog’s pet?

Fortunately, the tribal leader of the frogs, the guardian of the egg nest, relieved his hardened heart at the adventurers’ last words.

Mgul!

As if he had understood their words, the guardian of the egg house, full of anger and screaming strangely, kicked the stomachs of the adventurers who were tied up several times.

“Keah!”

“Hee!”

The guardian of the nest, puffing out his cheeks while huffing, turned towards me and bowed like before. Then he jumped up and shouted at me in a clumsy human language.

“Yol! Yo! preview! preview!”

(Yong! Dragon! Meal! Meal!)

The reason these guys go out of their way to capture humans and make human sacrifices is simple. Having heard somewhere that the red dragon likes to eat people, they enjoyed catching passers-by ignorantly and offering them to me.

Just like young boys who ignorantly throw bugs at the girl they like.

Even the funniest thing was that frogmen didn’t eat people. Frogs, whose diet is made up of large and small fish living in swamps, did not eat humans unless there was a great drought and the seeds of the fish did not dry out.

… It seemed like they occasionally robbed passers-by indiscriminately and took away the gold and weapons they were carrying.

Anyway, so these frog friends were conducting a human hunt with only one purpose: to feed me to my heart’s content.

Against the background of prisoners screaming for help in panic, the egg nest guardian and frog friends were staring at me with sparkling eyes as if they were asking for compliments.

“Megul!”

I think it’s time to sort this out completely.

A funny prank that came to mind before telling the Frogmen to stop human sacrifice. Playful and grumpy, I turned my head toward the adventurers and slightly showed my teeth.

Like it’s about to be eaten.

“Grrr!”

“… Hick.”

As I was brushing my teeth in an underground lake before going to sleep every day, the adventurers who saw my white teeth in front of me, which must have gleamed enough to reflect the sunlight, reacted violently.

The dwarf man passed out foaming at the mouth, and the human woman trembled and wet her pants.

Was the joke too much?