Became an Evil Dragon - Became an Evil Dragon chapter 14

14 – 14. Dragon routine (2)

“Mgeul-mugul-mugul-mugl!”

There are countless frogs crowding in front of me.

The frogs were pumping air into their cheeks and inflating them, making noise.

They were simply called frogs for convenience, but they were too large to be considered simple frogs, and at the same time had many features that were not like frogs.

Turquoise-colored, smooth skin that is always moist due to being wet with water. Both large eyes with a wide field of view. The webbed feet that exist between the fingers and toes. Intelligence that can use simple tools such as stone spears and swords. Bipedal walking is used overall, although quadrupedal walking is used when necessary.

Unlike the amphibian species, frogs, although their waists are slightly bent, they walk on two legs and run on two legs just like humans. had the key

In other words, they are like frogs growing as big as humans and learning how to use tools while standing on both feet.

Frogman.

“Mugl!”

These were the frog beasts, the rulers of this swamp. It was also the reason why I personally came here today.

“Mggmmmggl!”

The frogs clustered in front of me continued to croak as they jumped and jumped with obvious signs of excitement. Humans make noise around them when their own incomprehensible language continues to pop out.

Unlike normal people, I could understand their language for some reason. If you think deeply, this might be one of the abilities that dragons have. After all, it’s normal to not understand the language of the people living here, but I was able to understand everything from the beginning.

“Mggl-mugl!”

I saw one that was so excited that it gave up bipedalism and returned to its primitive state, leaping on quadrupeds, and I saw one that kept bowing to me while making the swamp water splash. The most amazing guy was a parent frog carrying several small frogs that looked like their babies on their shoulders and back, but with exquisite timing, they crossed their cries with their children and dedicated a kind of frog cry performance to me.

croak croak croak!

The guy who was singing while inflating his cheeks with bright eyes asking to listen to the performance they dedicated to me was very burdensome. It wasn’t too bad if I listened to it closely, but I didn’t know their culture well, and to me, who had heard a modern classical symphony in which various instruments were played artistically, it actually felt close to noise.

They are madly excited, and the reason they do this to me is simple.

The reason for this was immediately apparent when I saw the wooden statue in front of me.

A wooden structure made with poor workmanship. The shape of the structure decorated with bone fragments, damp cloth, and pieces of obsidian that could not be identified from any animal was quite similar to that of a certain ‘creature’.

four strong legs. sharp teeth and claws. Big head. And huge wings spread wide on both sides.

A wooden structure that expresses a ‘dragon’, albeit crudely. Also, red thread and red animal skin cover the top of the statue, just as it represents the color of the dragon.

And even deliberately putting the statue on a solid rock to avoid being damaged by contact with the swamp water. A reverent attitude not like primitive frogs indeed.

Yes, it was. These frogs, this Frogman tribe, me.

This red dragon.

“Mgeul-mugul-mugul-mugl!”

was worshiped as a god

The frogs who gathered in front of me and jumped around excitedly became quiet in an instant. And they all bowed down to me at the same time with one heart and one mind.

“Large.”

Now is the time when I was not eaten by the dragon’s accident. This sight was a little awkward, perhaps because he was acting with human thinking, with little dragon-like arrogance. I awkwardly cleared my throat and turned my head slightly.

It wasn’t that I was enshrined as a god because I did something for them. I just happened to find an amazing statue while flying, and when I came down, I found that it had already worshiped me as a god.

Perhaps they found me flying in the sky near here and arbitrarily made them their idol. I wonder if this happened with a sense of animism, like primitive religions or ancient Indian religions.

Anyway, for this reason, when these frogs saw me, they flipped their eyes and looked crazy and liked it. I was so excited that I kept spitting out meaningless cries.

well, i’m kinda cool

“Mugl!”

At that moment, the group of frogs that were lying down split into two sides, and someone starts to walk out from the middle.

A Frogman who holds a stone spear with a spear blade in one hand and, unlike others, wears what appears to be a goat’s skull on his head. This guy, whose body was full of small scars, perhaps a sign of his past life, was the chief of the frog tribe.

The tribal chief walked out of the frogs lying on his stomach, stopped in front of me, and suddenly got down on one knee and greeted me.

“Mggl!”

The name of this tribal leader, who has a lot of dignity that is unusual for a frog, is ‘Guardian of Egg Nest.’

This name, Egg Nest Guardian, seemed to be a very honorable title among frogs. The tribal chief was given this most honorable title because he was the best leader of the tribe and the best warrior of the tribe.

The egg nest guardian is said to have defended the egg nest before hatching by fighting against and overcoming the large birds flying in the sky, one of the ceilings of the frogs living in this swamp, aiming for the frog egg nest rich in nutrients.

“Muggle Meggle! Ar housekeeper! move!”

(Guardian of Egg House! Greetings!)

The chief of the tribe was the only one among the frogmen who thought he could use a little bit of human language, but his pronunciation was very vague, perhaps because of the oral structure of the frogmen, who were very different from humans, or because of the language he had learned at a young age. However, it is very commendable to say in human language that you are being polite to me.

He must have studied and worked hard on his own, seeing as I was speaking in a human language.

“okay. A long time. Egg house guardian.”

“Mggl-mugl!”

He imitates the language of the dragon as much as possible and speaks in a solemn tone. The guardian of the egg house, thrilled that I remembered his name, threw away all of his dignified appearance from before and jumped up and down in place, rejoicing.

The look was pretty cute.

“Yol! Yol! Red! Zemu! Chuze! Chuze! Meggle!”

(Dragon! Dragon! Red dragon! Offering! Festival! Festival!)

Jumping up and jumping with joy, the guardian of the egg house immediately turned around and turned back, saw the tribesmen lying there and shouted. Then all the frogs lying down jumped up and down excitedly, just like the tribal chief, and started playing their own cries.

croak croak croak!

While the sound of crowing covered all sides, I continued to stare at one place with a nervous mind. In fact, from the moment the guardian of the egg house spits out the words sacrifice and festival, tension continues.

The reason I came here today was because of that.

In fact, worshiping me itself didn’t matter much. It wasn’t that they worshiped me and wanted something from me, it was because I looked cool and strong, so they worshiped me as their god.

Thankfully, they really liked me with a pure heart.

But where there is religion and worship, there is something that follows. Especially those with primitive cultures and religions.

Furthermore, the Frogman tribe, ruled by the egg house guardian, is a primitive tribe with aggressive tendencies. If something happens, they are the ones who will take out their spears and stone axes first. To the point where they would eat anything they could eat and dismiss all those who moved as game.

‘offering’

Before the egg house guardian spat out the word festival, the word sacrifice was important.

“Mugl!”

The overjoyed egg nest guardian shook the spear he was holding and ordered something, and several frogs heard his command and ran towards somewhere.

human sacrifice.

The reason why I was horrified and surprised when I first came here.

These crazy frogs were doing human sacrifice, claiming that they were sacrifices to me.

The victims of human sacrifice are travelers and various other human species caught unluckily passing nearby. If you don’t like it, the Jideul tribe will catch a young cub or an old frogman who can’t go hunting anymore and offer it to me.

I don’t even need it.

I’ve come to dry it now.