Frogog is a 33-year-old commoner who believes in Sosos, the god of herbs and poisons, and lives in the area of the civilian area northeast of Crooks, and is unmarried.

Not far away, he worked in the Sosos Potions chain, a chain of devotees of Sosos, the god of herbs and poisons, and the main source of income for the Church of Sosos, which was common in many large cities, dealing mainly in tobacco and potions.

Fromog had to work overtime every day until the stars flashed in the evening.

Although his work is related to tobacco, he himself does not smoke, and he only tastes alcohol.

He would sleep at the head of the stars, eight hours a day, drink a glass of hot ale before bed, pray for 20 minutes, and fall asleep as soon as he went to bed, sleeping until dawn, never leaving stress and fatigue until the next day.

Even the temple of the Temple of Life said that he was normal.

Until today, Flotog is the same as ever, nothing has changed.

- except that he has actually been mimicked by the swamp people.

A recluse, seemingly normal person like him, but who is inherently unfriendly with anyone, is the favorite bait of the swamp people: mimicry is less dangerous and not easy to spot, even the mentally retarded swamp people can do it.

At this time, the swamp man Flotog was kneeling before the idol of Sosos and praying.

Swamp people are creatures without faith and cannot be favored by the gods through prayer, but after they imitate humans, they inherit not only their appearance, but also their memories and habits.

So even if its current prayer is completely useless, it will still do it according to its original custom.

At this moment, there was a 'aggressive' knock at the door.

Frogog frowned.

In his memory, his mimic was an orphan, with no relatives, and his friends were limited to a few colleagues in the Potions chain, and he was not the kind of friend who was close enough to go to each other's homes at will, so no one should come to the door at this time.

Having said that, it is impossible for Frogog to ignore it in the future.

"Who is it?"

He got up and went to the entrance and opened the door with some vigilance.

Then he was shaken by the sight of the doorway.

In the doorway were three teenagers in strange postures, two of them were normal, but the one on the right was muscular, and at first glance it looked like a covered bear.

At this time, the silver moon rises, and because of the angle, it gives people the illusion that 'these three people are standing under the moon'.

"Excuse me!" The bear-like boy had a loud voice: "Uncle Qiao, here!" ”

"Don't be nervous, it's just a little investigation." On the left side of the three of them is a lean young man, who obviously looks like a rural guy who is honest and honest, but for some reason, it just gives people a feeling of oily head and slippery brain.

"Are you a swamp man? You don't have to answer. The young man in the middle, who was holding a torch or a wand, and looked like the head of a trio, said with a pleasant face, "Let's just see for ourselves." ”

But his words made Frottog's scalp tingle.

"Huh? It seems that there is no need to confirm it......"

Before the young man with the flame wand could finish his meaningful words, the muscles of Frogog's arms swelled, and he directly ripped off the door panel in his hand and smashed it at the three of them, while it turned into an arrow from the string, looked at the gap on the left hand side and escaped, and slammed the door like that!

The bear-like boy shouted: "Ritual soul! ”

I saw a humanoid phantom appear next to him.

The Phantom fists in unison, and in a burst of Ora, the smashed door panel shattered and turned into a cloud of sawdust - much more difficult than knocking a wooden door into the air.

By this time, the swamp man Flotog had already taken the opportunity to jump out of the way.

Some of the city guards who had been ordered to lay an ambush ran out of the alleys on either side to stop Flotog from escaping, but they were obviously unable to stop the swamp people, whose basic physical attributes were much higher than those of ordinary humans.

Flotog was just a charge, and the guards were smashed to pieces like bowling pins.

"Little sir, this is the area that has already been inspected, if you let it escape, you will have to check it again." A city guard who came out of nowhere said to the three teenagers.

"Don't worry, you won't let it get away."

The oily-headed young man raised his hand, only to see that his hand armor quickly disintegrated, and he clattered itself into a golden arm crossbow.

"[Split Shot]."

Immediately after that, the arm crossbow was automatically loaded, and the aiming and shooting were done in one go, and the whole process was smooth and took less than a second!

At the moment when the sound of shooting sounded, the head and feet of the swamp man who ran far away were directly smashed: this is an attack that can penetrate even the dragon wings, and if it were replaced by an ordinary person, half of them would be gone.

The surrounding city guards looked at the weapon in the young man's hand that was disassembled and assembled into hand armor, and their faces showed a look of envy similar to the envy of the second junior when he first saw the steel suit in the Iron Man movie - no matter how powerful it is, how handsome this thing is!

But the swamp people are not human after all, even if their heads are gone, their feet are broken, and they are still crawling quickly on the ground.

Until now, players didn't know what the Swamp People were all about, and they had to kill each other by running out of health bars or blasting them to the scum.

Although it was crawling at such a speed that it could not escape to the inspected area and hide again, there was a ditch not far from the side of the road - unlike Lancaster's well-established drainage system, Crookes did not have the kind of sewers that could accommodate people, and the only way to drain the flood was by the ditch dug by the side of the road.

These ditches are covered with stone slabs that reveal openings at intervals, and because they are not cleaned regularly, they resemble stinking gutters.

The Swamp Man is a lump of mud that is difficult to dig out as long as you hide inside.

'It's not close...... As long as you can get there......

Losing his head, Frogog crawled towards the ditch with all his might, and eventually managed to climb inside, curled up in the mud, and hid as one with it.

It was so determined that a smug emotion popped up in its not-so-smart head: 'I didn't expect it, damn human, this is my escape route!' ’

But the next moment, a lump of mud that it had deliberately left at the entrance came with images that it couldn't believe it.

I saw that the young man with the flame wand raised his hand and summoned a black flame.

The flames quickly condensed into a black dragon with bright red eyes, and a black flame bullet sprayed directly into the ditch.

In the next instant, the ditches on the entire street were immediately filled with the black flames that swept in!

After a while, the flames faded, and there was not a single swamp man left in the entire ditch, not even Xiaoqiang.