The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 784 - 466: Thick Fog and Black Flames

Lahula City.

Also known as Cross City.

It’s the only city in this vast dense forest, as a river runs through the forest and stretches far away.

Through this river, the city can easily and quickly communicate with the outside world.

It has also become the center of interaction and trade for all the tribes in this forest, controlled by several large tribes rather than falling into the hands of just one.

However, now even the small city in this dense forest, which can hardly be called even a town, has long been occupied by the mice. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Some mice patrol the simple, low stone walls.

A rat soldier stands on the wall, holding a shabby, sharpened wooden stick, looking at the distant forest and winding river.

"Listen, I heard that a lot of rats have been summoned to go to war!" The voice was intermittent and stuttering.

Clearly belonging to the lowest level among the rats.

The way to judge the class among Ratmen is by judging their speaking fluency.

The higher their position, the more fluent their speech is, without stuttering or stumbling.

In the old days, most rats were stuttering.

Now, with the blessing of the Evil Rat, possessing the malevolent power, the leading rats have been enhanced in intelligence and other aspects.

"I heard, lots of rats will die, Rat God bless, don’t send me over there." Another nearby rat was holding a stick, shaking it up and down like praying.

Upon hearing this, the next rat hit him with a stick on the head.

"Idiot, it’s Evil Rat, you said it wrong! Also, Evil, the Evil Rat will only bless you to go quickly, quickly to the battlefield."

"Really? Then, no, better not bless me."

"You two, shut up, is there anything to eat, hungry, hungry."

A patrolling rat asked.

The two rats who were interrupted looked at him and could only shake their heads; how could they have any food? They were already skin and bones from hunger.

At this point, most of the food had been shipped to the blockade direction; the remaining rats, staying behind, had no right to enjoy it.

Even if there was surplus food, it would be mostly sent to the Rat Nest to breed more rats for the battlefield.

For those rats to be full, that’s just wishful thinking.

The only way to eat to their fill is to go to the battlefield as the vanguard, becoming the first rats to attack the city, that way they could freely eat until the city was completely occupied and fell.

Those rats didn’t understand, only feeling that it should be so.

But for the upper-level rats, this way helped keep the lower-level rats at a certain battle strength, so they wouldn’t scatter with a single charge.

Driven by hunger, these rats would even bravely become the vanguard, rushing into the city. Even if they had to die, they would die full.

Having a full meal is the ultimate dream of the rats.

"Those, wild, wild people things, why, why aren’t they attacking?" a rat asked.

If that happened, maybe they could eat a bit fuller.

Just as they were talking.

A light fog emerged from the forest.

It was barely dawn, the sun had just risen, and it’s entirely normal for a dense morning fog to spread in such a forest.

"The white, white mist is coming, it’s going to be cold."

"Quick, get some, get some firewood."

"Right, right, I’ll go."

The rats sprang into action immediately.

They had been staying here for quite a while, even once fighting here. Once the mist came, the temperature dropped significantly, only to be driven away when the sun fully rose and shone.

If they weren’t careful during this time, those thin and weak rats might well starve to death, their bodies then becoming delicious food for their companions.

They must start a fire to warm up, letting someone else die first if that must happen.

With the dense fog spreading, the bonfire was lit.

"Outside, isn’t there, a, a shadow?" a rat asked looking outside.

He seemed to see something flash through the white fog.

Several other rats looked but saw nothing.

"Idiot."

"It’s so cold."

Unnoticed, black flames had already circled, surrounding the city.

Black flames began to spread internally.

These black flames were different from normal flames; they didn’t disperse the white mist but spread through them slowly.

Yet they had the same heat as flames.

"It’s getting hot? Roasting fire, really, really nice."

A rat by the bonfire felt the increasing heat and couldn’t help showing a comfortable expression.

The rat next to him had already fallen asleep against the stone pile; the gentle environment was something they hadn’t experienced in a long time.

"If only there was this at night too, that would be great."

Another rat comfortably closed his eyes, unable to help but imagine.

"Isn’t it getting a bit too hot?" another rat couldn’t help but say.

Warmth was fine, but this increasing heat seemed a bit off.

"So hot!"

The rat that had just fallen asleep suddenly jumped up, shaking his tail frantically.

At this point, the rats saw his tail had somehow been ignited by the black flames.

They wanted to put out the fire, only then realizing that somehow, the area had been surrounded by black flames.

"Black, black fire!"

"Enemy, there’s an enemy!"

The patrolling rats shouted loudly.

Yet before they could alert anyone, a red line appeared on their necks.

A shadow moved through the fog; several rats fell silently to the ground without even spotting the enemy’s movements.

A foul stench of blood spilled out.

The black flames burned their bodies.

From time to time, there was a call from the sky.

As if something huge swooped into the white mist from above, snatching something from the city before flying away.

The movement was too swift and nimble, along with the fog’s cover, that slightly distant rats might not even notice.

The city had originally not many rats, nor any strong ones.

The highest level was only a Level Five Mouse General, and a Level Four Rat Priest.

With the spreading flames, even the inner rats realized something was wrong.

"Enemy, gather!"

Only a few rats gathered.

Chaos spread in the thick white fog.

"Run, run out!"

Some rats crowded, trudging through the flames, trying to retreat but were pushed into the black flames by the rats behind them.

Taking advantage of the fact that the black flames hadn’t spread completely, these rats hopped on the backs of corpses, trying to leave.

Jumping, attempting to leap over the encircling flames.

In such chaos, indeed a few rats managed to jump out.

Yet before they had a chance to catch their breath, a shadow from the sky descended, snatching them like an eagle catching chicks, lifting them into the sky.

Amidst the rats’ loud cries, they were thrown into the heap of black flames.

Even if a few trickled out, they would be slain by monstrosities heralded by hoofbeats.

When the fog dissipated.

All that remained in the city were clusters of black flames and mounds, piles of sand with unclear origins.

Not a single rat corpse remained.

Even the filth left by the rats living in the city had been burnt away.

Under the black flames, the city seemed to have undergone a purification.