A different world game? A different world game!

In the forest, five humans were running desperately.

"Why? Why are they chasing me?" Toby shouted loudly and ran through the woods panting.

At this moment, there were still some limbs and blood foam hanging on his body, and he was holding a weapon tightly in his hand. Compared with before, he looked much braver.

"Maybe we provoked them, who knows, kid. Now you'd better shut up and run faster!" The old man's legs were more agile than those of a young man. He moved freely among the woods and soon ran ahead of Toby.

While running wildly, they could hear screams coming from the sides and behind.

The ratmen's voices were sharp and piercing, as if evil spirits were chasing after them.

"They ran away! They are scared! Chase them! Chase them!" The rat-man priest riding on the back of a stitched monster, covering the scepter in his hands with both hands, jumped up and down and screamed.

In the past, except for large-scale legion battles, when small troops encountered each other in the wild, the rats were always chased and beaten by the Night's Watch.

They had never thought that they could actually chase the Night's Watchmen, which was like a dream to them. So, they completely abandoned their rationality and vowed to kill a Night's Watchman.

"Kill one, and the evil rat will bestow blessings." Under this instigation, the ratmen chased more eagerly.

Toby only felt his head buzzing. Being chased by the rat army was beyond his ability to cope.

The moss-covered rotten wood broke with a loud bang under Toby's feet. The complex environment in the forest was ultimately beyond his control.

Zahanu was nearby. He quickly drew his scabbard and struck the boy hard in the side. Toby flew sideways, landing facedown on the grass and dirt.

Three poisoned darts grazed his rolled-up trouser legs and lodged themselves in the mud.

There was a rustling sound of ratmen moving through the woods above. Obviously, the ratmen scouts had caught up.

These ratmen descended from the sky like ghosts, holding poisoned daggers in their hands.

Lisa Lisa jumped up from the fallen tree trunk, and her red skirt, which had been cut short and torn by branches, now opened like an umbrella.

The tiny iron pieces sewn into the folds of her skirt jingled non-stop, and the thin whip in her hand accurately hit the rat-man that pounced down from the treetops.

Just as the blue-gray ratmen covered their bleeding eyes, Zahanu's machete decisively cut the knots that tied the vines.

The entire strangler fig's vines and entangled roots fell down with a loud bang, wrapping the five ratman scouts into a shaking "cocoon".

There was no time to finish him off, so the two men hurriedly grabbed Toby, who had just gotten up, and continued to flee quickly.

Old man Tavo's pipe struck sparks on the caltrops, and he threw the burning tobacco foam behind him with his backhand. At the same time, a black-looking bomb was also thrown out.

The bomb was filled with a special fuel and exploded instantly, sending sparks flying. The methane gas from the sutured beast's nostrils exploded into a fireball when it encountered the fire.

The ratman riding on the back of the stitched beast screamed, and his fur was instantly ignited.

The burning, rotten hide rolled down the hillside, breaking three dead trees and blocking several other Stitched Rat Knights who were about to chase from this direction.

Several people fought and dodged at the same time, and finally gathered together again.

However, their condition was not optimistic at the moment, as they were all injured to varying degrees. Some of these wounds were left in battle, while others were caused by being scratched or whipped by branches while running wildly in the woods.

Toby's condition was even worse, with a Skaven arrow lodged in his body. According to the Skaven's habit of applying poison, it could easily lead to infection if not treated promptly.

Don't think that the rat people's poison is something deadly. It's just some filthy stuff that can easily breed bacteria when smeared on arrows.

"Raise your left knee!" Swade grabbed Lisa Lisa and narrowly avoided several poisonous arrows shot from the side and rear.

The old man threw away the only two fuel bombs he had left.

Although the power of the bomb explosion was not great, the raging fire spread everywhere with the sprayed fuel, instantly igniting the surrounding area.

Some of the ratmen tried to rush over from the side, but more were stopped by the spreading fire.

At least for them, the pressure from the pursuers behind them was temporarily relieved.

As Swade ran, he took out a map, which rustled in the wind in his other hand.

He urgently needed to check the map, to see if there was a glimmer of hope, or at least a way to escape these pursuers. These ratmen were far too mobile, and there were bat-riding creatures in the sky, watching them closely. If he didn't come up with a plan, escaping on foot would be impossible.

This dense forest is full of natural traps, and they are bound to encounter all kinds of troubles as they run wildly in it.

The humus suddenly collapsed, forming a quicksand pit. The unfortunate Toby screamed and grabbed a bunch of thorny vines in panic.

Zahanu quickly swung out the chain wrapped around his wrist and hooked it onto his belt accurately: "Damn unlucky guy, I really should have left you here."

Just as the chain was stretched straight, three rat knights riding giant bats swooped down from the top of the relatively sparse forest, and their rusty scimitars chopped directly at the boy's dangling legs.

These rat people who bully the weak and fear the strong know very well that whoever is the weakest in this team will be more likely to become their prey.

So, they almost swarmed over and rushed to attack Toby.

Lisa Lisa decisively untied her bun, and her curly hair mixed with steel wire whipped the fleshy wings of the bat closest to her like a whip.

After the fight and the escape just now, her whip had been worn down and shortened a lot.

When the bat hit the tree trunk, old man Tawo picked up a thin wooden stick from somewhere and hit the rider's tattered visor with it.

Zahanu seized the opportunity to pull Toby back, and the chain entangled the second bat's neck. The beast, carrying the knight, plunged headlong into the quicksand pit, and the poisonous insects that were splashed out were dispersed by Swade with his map.

"Go there, let's go there!" Swade suddenly shouted.

He seemed to have found hope that he might be able to escape.

After hearing this, a glimmer of light finally flashed in the eyes of the people who were running and fighting, as if they saw the hope of life.

Even Toby gritted his teeth, forced his body to burst out with strength, and tried to keep up with their pace.

Soon, they could see the rock formations in the distance, with broken peaks standing around them.

The terrain here is far more complex than in the dense forest, but the narrow passage can at least limit the number of pursuers.

"Let's go in from there and give it a try!"

Everyone rushed towards the moss-covered crevice, but could only lean sideways and squeeze in with difficulty.

However, below is a downward slope.

The remains of the Stitched Beast rolled over their heads, trailing flames.

Zahanu quickly plunged his dagger into the rock face to slow his descent, the blade scraping against the stone and sending sparks flying. Some herbs Toby had gathered from his belt fell to the ground, burying them in the damp moss.

Old man Tawo seemed to have discovered something and took the opportunity to kick over the beehive in the crevice.

The sound of "buzzing" instantly spread around them, but at this time they had already slid down the slope.

The angry swarm of poisonous bees mistook the approaching ratmen for enemies and pounced on the pursuers like a black cloud.

"Bees! There are bees!"

"It hurts!"

"I'm going to die, there are so many monsters!"

The rat-man's screams were mixed with the dull thud of bats falling to the ground.

Everyone who slid to the bottom of the stone path could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Lisa Lisa hurriedly tore off her petticoat and bandaged Swade's bleeding palm. Swade's thumb was pressing hard on the blood-soaked mark on the edge of the map - a gallows pattern painted in faded cinnabar.

"Keep going. We can't stop those damn rats here. They can get through these cracks in the rocks more easily than we can."

Everyone struggled to stay healthy and continued on their journey to escape. (End of this chapter)