Judy took out the candy, and the Fairy Dragons, having taken the candy, finally quieted down.
They scattered in all directions.
The red Fairy Dragon flew into Margaret's hand; it was the little fellow who had said Margaret was a pervert, and it was only 5 years old.
It was the youngest of this group of Fairy Dragons.
"These little things are still very cute, aren't they?"
Margaret liked this little thing very much and kept caressing it in her hands.
The yellow one flew towards Eric; its age was between 11 and 22.
It seemed to like Eric very much, perching on Eric's shoulder and constantly tugging at Eric's cloak collar.
Eric was annoyed.
The purple Fairy Dragon was much more composed.
It climbed onto Judy's pointed witch hat, licked a piece of candy, and said,
"During this time, we haven't approached the Mad Frogmen's territory. Around their territory, there's an evil dark aura."
"So, we don't know what happened either."
Eric's mouth twitched slightly.
Damn it, didn't it say nothing?
Did I give it candy for nothing?
Judy was very patient. She took out another piece of candy, handed it to the Fairy Dragon, and said,
"You must have something you can tell us, right?"
The purple Fairy Dragon swallowed the candy in its claw in one gulp, flapped its wings, and flew into Judy's hand.
"Of course, no one has ever been at a disadvantage with a Fairy Dragon."
It picked up the candy, pointed its small tail in one direction, and said,
"Go this way, keep walking until you reach the side of the small pond. The largest tree there is the Mad Frogmen's outpost. You'd best approach the Mad Frogmen from the outpost first."
Eric crossed his arms.
First approach the Mad Frogmen from the outpost...
This old thing probably didn't not know what happened to the Mad Frogmen; it was telling them what they should do first.
As expected, they were kind creatures; when they could help, they would try their best to help.
At this moment, Eric had a deeper understanding of the knowledge in the book.
Judy stroked the Fairy Dragon's head, then with a flick of her hand, tossed the Fairy Dragon into the air.
The other Fairy Dragons also flew into the air.
"Thank you, little rainbows."
"Goodbye, little Judy."
"Little Judy, come play with us again next time."
"Be careful, little Judy."
The Fairy Dragons flapped their wings and flew away.
A strange fragrance wafted over.
Eric sniffed; it was his collar that had been bitten by the Fairy Dragon, and it carried a sweet scent of candy mixed with nectar.
Little Judy also picked up her satchel, sniffed it, and said,
"It seems the Mad Frogmen's situation hasn't affected the little rainbows; their saliva still smells sweet."
"This scent can already be used as perfume."
Margaret's face was full of pleasant surprise. Her shirt cuff had been bitten, and she was now sniffing the scent from the cuff.
It was indeed very fragrant.
But Eric always felt a little uncomfortable.
No matter how fragrant, it was still saliva, right?
Sighing, Eric said,
"Alright, let's go."
He glanced at his teammate; Atai'er had quietly returned to the back of the team.
Eric was very speechless.
He had probably slipped away earlier, afraid of being tricked.
Eric strongly suspected that the teacher had been watching the fun from the side just now.
They walked for a while in the direction indicated by the Fairy Dragon.
Along the way, they didn't encounter any more peculiar races, only some slimes called Black Puddings.
However, these things could be easily handled even by Margaret, let alone Judy and Eric.
Of course, if there were no personality issues, Judy should be the strongest of the three.
A Third-Order Witch still had a lot of prestige.
Two hours later.
The three of them finally saw the small pond not far away.
And Eric once again felt the abnormality of the magic.
A secretive feeling, carrying a sense of killing intent, but also feeling somewhat foolish.
If he wasn't mistaken—
"We've reached the Mad Frogmen's territory."
Margaret leaned back, shielding Eric and Judy, and said,
"Can you pinpoint their location?"
Eric took out his bow and arrow from behind and said,
"No need, they aren't trying to hide themselves."
No sooner had Eric finished speaking than some faint, rustling sounds spread around them.
It was a sound of hopping.
These sounds came from all directions, practically surrounding the three of them.
And Atai'er—
The teacher had already disappeared.
Eric placed Judy in the middle, and he and Margaret positioned themselves front and back, protecting Judy.
The sounds around them gradually began to diminish.
And Eric and Margaret could already see smooth, reflective camouflage heads all around them.
They were squatting on the ground, over a meter tall, holding various stone weapons.
Their bodies were covered in disgusting mucus.
They had extremely strong jumping abilities and moved very quickly. Thirty to forty Mad Frogmen had already surrounded the three.
Eric raised his longbow; he intended to strike first.
Just at this moment, Judy, who was protected in the middle, suddenly raised her staff and charged towards the frog group.
Eric was shocked:
"What the hell, you little idiot, what are you doing?"
Judy raised her staff and struck a Mad Frogman on the head with it.
Eric raised his longbow, aimed at the Mad Frogman that had been struck on the head, and white magic power condensed on the bow; this arrow absolutely had to be a killing blow.
"Stupid frogs, smelly frogs, dumb frogs, what have you all done to the villagers?"
After hitting it, Judy unleashed a string of reprimands.
And the Mad Frogman that had been struck on the head was holding its head with a wronged expression, its round, big eyes full of aggrieved helplessness.
"Little Princess, we were forced, ribbit."
"Ribbit, Princess, you must uphold justice for us, ribbit."
"Ribbit, please save Frog Queen, ribbit."
For a moment, the surroundings were filled with ribbiting sounds of complaints.
Margaret moved closer to Eric, lowering her head and whispering to Eric,
"Are all Mad Frogmen like this?"
Eric was also bewildered.
"It... shouldn't be."
Although in Eric's memory, he had also paid homage to the Mad Frogmen King and had received gifts from the Mad Frogmen.
But Eric knew in his heart.
These colorful creatures were genuinely Neutral Evil races.
They would attack caravans and kill innocent passersby.
Eric's familiarity with the Mad Frogmen was entirely because, at the time, his father was still alive and had taken him to see the Mad Frogmen King there.
And here—
Eric looked at Judy.
Judy stood holding her staff, her 170cm height somehow making her seem two meters tall.
A group of Mad Frogmen cried out, kneeling and begging Judy for help.
What Eric thought of was Judy's teacher.
The Swamp Witch Alianna.
The power of this Witch was probably far beyond what ordinary supernaturals could compare to.
"Should we lower our guard?"
Margaret asked again.
Eric glanced at Margaret, her front and back, very big, very thoughtless.
"If you dare to put down your weapons, they'll dare to tear you to shreds. Trust me, these things are truly bullies who pick on the weak and fear the strong."