C177 Curse the Ship Man

Squeak, squeak, squeak...

The strange cries of the insects gradually covered up the chirping of the birds on the tree.

The black insects slowly approached the cave's surroundings. The chief held a rusted short sword that he had obtained from somewhere. He chopped off a certain insect that had jumped up, then opened his mouth and spat out a hazy mist of ice on the ground. Pcht... Pcht... Pcht..