Became an Evil Dragon - Became an Evil Dragon chapter 49

49 – 49. Egg House Guardian

The place where the thick skin accidentally ran away was in front of the egg house guardian’s hut.

It wasn’t that he knew about the special entity that the red dragon named himself, Kero. And he didn’t even know that the guardian of the nest, who fanatically worships dragons, values Kero very much, unlike the other frogmen in the village.

It was just a coincidence.

bang-!

The fact that the egg nest guardian intervened in front of the hut just before it collided with the huge thick-skinned body, and that one shoulder of the egg nest guardian was shattered as it was trampled on by Toadman’s massive body, and Kero, startled by the chain, The one that jumped out of the cabin.

A lot happened in a short moment.

And the thick skin, which unconsciously tried to escape, cleverly noticed the change.

The fact that the old frog warrior who never lost his composure suddenly changed.

The fact that the cause was in the cabin he had just destroyed.

“Mgul!”

And that the young Frogman who is now crying in front of him with a shrill voice is probably the cause.

“Bgur-!”

The thick skin picked up the largest and longest piece of wood from the destroyed hut like a spear and aimed it at the frogmen in front.

reversal of the situation.

The one who runs away and the one who pursues are switched in an instant.

The thick skin that accidentally caught the victory let out a cry with a triumphant smile.

The old frogman didn’t run away.

The guardian of the egg house stepped forward even with an injured body.

To protect the small entity behind your back.

***

“Demons of the abyss always crave blood and slaughter.”

“The suffering of mortals is a feast, and their presumptuous greed is a fine spice.”

“Frustration, despair, fear, betrayal, and sweet seduction.”

The swamp snail mage, Arkandar, cast a spell.

Evil spells with curses and malice in every word,

The magician’s spirit hardened into a phenomenon and began to affect the real world, and the prepared offerings became oil to sustain the flames and burned.

Evil magic begins to appear as an opaque phenomenon.

The corpses and blood of all the Frogmen who died in the battle with the Toadmen were the sacrifices needed for the magician’s spell.

“However, it is an obvious fact that the flesh of those in power is sweeter than the flesh of a tramp.”

“It is also true that the blood of wine is more fragrant than the blood of the gutter.”

“In any case, there is no creature more noble than the dragon, so this is an unprecedented pleasure.”

“There’s no way I wouldn’t want dragon flesh.”

A place where deep darkness gathers. A deal with the devil that exists in the bottomless abyss.

A forbidden technique that obtains a suitable price for offering a suitable sacrifice.

The Swamp Snail Mage, Arkandar, was a skillful black magician who spent a long time devoted to magic training.

There is no better sacrifice than the body of a dragon, if it can be obtained. If you can use it, you can get a more valuable price than any sacrifice.

Demons will seduce him, placing in his hands all kinds of rare treasures and mighty powers.

As the giant swamp snail that had cast the spell raised its soggy hands, the corpses of the fallen frogmen on the floor began to emit a dark green light of unknown origin.

The eyes of the blinded corpse begin to glow with a dark green light, and the green blood scattered on the floor turns into bubbles like soap bubbles, then vaporizes while giving off steam.

The ominous dark green lights that had escaped the corpse were converging forward in a circle of the Swamp Snail Wizard.

Sometimes straight lines, sometimes curves, the complex intersecting green lights begin to show the shape of something.

The shape completed by the shimmering dark green lights drawing a line is a goat’s head with twin horns.

It was the face of a gigantic goat with the pattern of a hexapod drawn on its eyes.

For a while, the goat stared at the warlock who summoned him with eyes that had a sixth sense, and then slowly opened his mouth.

The dark green lights shake violently.

The Toadmen who were waiting next to the Swamp Snail trembled at the shock. Because the instinct of the creature was whispering to stay away from that.

The goat-headed demon whispered in an inaudible magical voice.

How are you going to sacrifice the dragon to yourself?

The warlock answered.

The collateral is your soul, your destiny.

All you need is a fleeting flirtation and a whisper.

***

“Megul! Megul!”

The Aljib Guardian, with one arm broken, still held up a dagger.

Because one of the arms that needed to hold a weapon was broken, he could no longer hold a spear with both hands, nor could he use dual wielding by holding a single spear each.

Didn’t back down.

“Megul! Megul! Megul!”

The old Frogman told his people around him to run away, but he didn’t back down.

As long as one arm is broken, he cannot defeat the giant toad warrior in front of him.

An otherwise unfavorable condition has now turned into an impossible condition.

Frogman, who was older than anyone else, knew that fact well.

The opponent’s armor that was only able to be pierced after pouring all the strength of the aging body.

It is impossible to reproduce the attack again in the current situation.

It would no longer make sense to aim for weak areas not protected by thick skin. The opponent must also be well aware of the fact that the guardian of the nest will act like that.

The opponent was not so formidable, and anyone could easily block the obvious attack.

There was no chance of winning.

The egg house guardian will die here today.

“Megul! Megul! Megul!”

Other Frogmen around them began to leave the battlefield as the Aljib Guardian commanded.

Among the surviving kin scattered in all directions was a young green frog in the arms of a young Frogman.

“Mgul!”

The special frog, given a name by the dragon, wept pitifully as the egg nest guardian walked away.

Hearing that young voice coming from behind, the guardian of the egg house strengthened his fighting spirit.

The old warrior didn’t have to convince himself.

There are so many reasons for him to fight, so why is there a need to find a reason?

The people who died brutally by Todman’s warriors, and the special child who was named by the great being he worships.

These were all reasons for him to fight.

Maybe this is the reason why all other frogmen except him should fight together.

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However, we also know very well that fighting together now is nothing more than dog death. Therefore, the guardian of Alzip ordered all his compatriots except himself to flee.

However, only the egg nest guardian cannot escape.

Anyone else could have escaped this terrible place, but the Guardian of Eggjip could not.

Because he was the ‘guardian of the nest’.

A frogman who has the most important mission in the tribe.

From the moment he received his name in his youth, the little frogman swore that he would do all his duty.

When given the weighty position to protect the most precious thing, the young guardian of the egg house made a promise to himself.

I will live a life not ashamed of this name.

It was the humble oath of a small amphibian in the swamp.

A promise that no one knows about.

The situation where all the people around him fled according to his orders. The enemies were still mighty, and now even mysterious green magic shimmers ominously around them.

The monstrous toad, blind in one eye in front of him, hovered cautiously around, still seeking his life.

He will never be able to prevent the egg nest from being destroyed.

The Egg House Guardian was no fool, and he knew that.

Perhaps he will not be able to protect the precious future he swore to protect and will die along with it.

However, despite knowing this, the old frogman raised his weapon.

“Megul.”

The guardian of the nest quietly let out his last cry and did not persuade himself any further.

Do your duty quietly.

I picked up my weapon and aimed it at the enemy in front of me.

“Bgur–!”

Eventually, the monster toad, having run out of patience, charged at you using the sturdy skin covering its entire body as a shield.

A charge of hard armor that cannot be penetrated no matter where you aim.

Can’t win.

don’t run away

The egg house guardian jumped up and threw a spear at the front.

No one can head to the al house until he dies.

One battle is over.

The last thing the guardian of the egg house collapsed with broken and smashed everywhere felt the cold water of the swamp on his back. A sea of stars rising above the dark night sky.

The sound of swamp water flowing in your ears.

Ironically, what the guardian of the egg house looked up at the last summer night sky he saw was not his own people, but the image of a huge, beautiful dragon that would one day fly across the night sky.

A strong, beautiful being.

The egg house guardian wanted to become a red dragon. Because it was stronger than anyone else, it was a sturdy fence that everyone could trust and entrust their lives to without hesitation.

It’s not a small and fragile existence like yourself, and it’s not a being that gets weaker as you get older.

An old frog who first started worshiping the dragon.

The guardian of the egg nest, who had fallen over the swamp, breathed out his last breath quietly, ending his life.