"Croak, croak." The deafening croaking merged into one symphony. The croaking of the Hunter Frogs was much louder than that of other frogs, and all the noise created by thousands of Hunter Frogs gathered together could easily leave an ordinary human stunned. Countless Hunter Frogs, dragging their slippery, damp bodies, continually brushed past everyone's shins, and the constant close contact made everyone pull a disgusted face.
The deluge of the grey-brown frogs was endless to the eye, surging past everyone's feet like a tidal wave. But not long after, people painfully discovered that the tide had abruptly stopped and would not move forward. Looking down, all the Hunter Frogs were virtually indistinguishable, neatly lying immobile on the ground as if resting. Only the most robust Hunter Frogs in the outer layer maintained a squatting position, vigilantly monitoring their surroundings.
