Swish!
The frogs moved swiftly, even going as far as touching the sandy shores. Luckily, the waves clashing against the shores weren't overly chaotic, thanks to the stagnant boiling air.
Tonight, the wind was very minimal.
The frog opened its mouth, and those aboard the subs raised their ears.
Unlike the microphones attached to the ships, this one was a directional microphone.
The ones on the ships pick out sounds from all directions, but this one rejects sounds from directions other than the front where the frog was facing.
So aboard the sub, the gang moved the frog's head until they finally picked up on a conversation.
Looking at the map with several crosses indicating hidden scouts, they knew exactly where the conversation was coming from.
Ever since they realized Adonis was their enemy, they've been studying their language for years.
Shhhh!~
The entire submarine turned quiet, listening attentively.
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