Shit.
That's the only word that came to my mind after looking at what was in front of me, All those rats I've seen on the road were heading for the same place, a valley inside what I guess is a much bigger cave than the one I came from, at this point making me suspect I'm in some underground world, but that's not the most important thing... no, the most important thing is the implausible situation I'm witnessing, skirmish? no, too many involved to be a skirmish, battle? I hope not, because if that's what battles are like I don't want to imagine what wars are like. on a large scale.
Let's leave the hypotheses for later, now the most important thing is to run away, yes, running away is the smartest option, it would be stupid to stay and even more stupid to get involved in a battle with these wild things. Claws piercing into the torso of the enemy, bites directed at the throat, I can even see how they trample a poor bastard who has stumbled and turn him to pulp, "run away", is all I can say to myself as I turn around, but to my dismay there are too many rats from where I came from, slowly pushing me further out of the cave.
"Fuck, shit, let me go back to the cave I don't mind starving". If I could only talk, that's probably what I would have shouted at them, but my internal pleas go nowhere, only serving to further inflame my anxiety, little by little I can observe the situation on the battlefield better, and it only serves to make me want to run away more and more, two nearby rats engage in a deadly fight. And after facing each other for a while, I see in shock how one of them tears off his arm and sinks its fangs into his neck, ending his life.
Bloody fights like this can be seen all over the battlefield, with thousands of rats tearing off limbs and killing each other. Feelings of fear and anxiety increasingly emerged as I observed the situation, but unfortunately it did not help that thousands of these creatures came out of the numerous caves that I could now glimpse. Suddenly I felt as if I and numerous rats were being knocked to the ground by a powerful blow.
"SLAVES!", a rat similar to us, but in worn leather armor, with its brown fur with visible scars, most likely to have participated in more battles like the one I just witnessed, its claws identical to mine or the thousands of rats that surround us, its green eyes very similar to the venom that a poisonous snake would expel. He looked at us like a cat would look at a mouse, with sadistic amusement, and what just left me most perplexed, he spoke, a language that he wouldn't be able to pronounce, not now at least, but that I instinctively understand. Do they have their own language?. What nonsense am I wondering, of course they would have their own language, I am in a kind of fantasy transmigration, this world exists with its own races and its own cultures.
"Hahaha, where do you think you're going? Get back to the battlefield you bastards!", While I was busy with my thoughts, I witnessed how the armored rat suddenly cut off the head of one of the rats that came out of the cave with me, a chill shook my entire body and for a moment the world around me became silent, the bastard he simply cut off the head with a battered sword, which he had drawn from a scabbard at his side, and with one kick sent the freshly severed head flying.
"Stupid! You just left the nest and you already believe that you have rights, earn it by fighting.". Brutal, unceremoniously, he just cut off the head of one of his own species without blinking and doesn't seem to care, after looking around in shock I realized why, everyone else, whether those who went out with me or a little Afterwards they hardly seemed to react, just a simple noise of agreement, as if it had to be like that, I guess it's the way of life they have, even if I don't like it at the moment I have no choice but to accept it.
Little by little as I advanced with the rest I was able to calm down a little and think clearly, I was in a completely unknown world, in the body of what appears to be a humanoid rat, and from what they seem to be a warlike species without any type of contemplation for his life. After this summary, I can safely say that I am screwed. Shit, It's the only thing I can think of right now, I don't see how to get out of this situation, like that bastard who called us slaves, and who cut off the head of the other slave without remorse, I can see many more, even in what I can instinctively think is the enemy, there are also those in charge of "moralizing" the troops.
I suppose that the slaves, numerous, almost three quarters of both sides are made up of slaves, myself among them by the way, the rest are what I call soldiers, some in charge of not taking a step back and others engrossed in the center of the battle.The soldiers are exactly like us with the only difference that they wear leather armor and swords in quite poor condition. I suppose they are in charge of maintaining formation and ensuring that the bulk of the army does not become demoralized. Ha, and to think that I would transmigrate into a humanoid rat and with the position of a slave.
But I didn't have much time to think, a sound of hundreds of footsteps echoed even among the noise of the tremendous battle that was happening before me, with curiosity I observed where it came from and to my greatest confusion the soldier who previously enjoyed cutting off heads and mistreating slaves stood with fear and reverence watching in the same direction as me. It didn't take long to find out what was happening, a creature similar to me and the soldier emerged from one of the caves on our side but a little further away, but this similar creature was a little taller, with black eyes like an abyss, more developed claws, more muscular and imposing, and a scar that crossed half of his face, a small growl came out of him causing my heart to skip a beat, after stopping with his entourage I realized that the soldier I saw earlier was It fell short of the creatures surrounding the lead creature.
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The creatures wore complete armor, very similar to the medieval armor of common soldiers, the only thing different was that these armors were adapted to their rat bodies, leaving claws and paws exposed, the sword they carried was in better condition than the sword that the bastard was carrying, which by the way right now I'm watching him get as far away as possible. And the creature that most likely was the leader, wore armor just like that of his soldiers but with pointed shoulder pads, and a helmet with two horns on the snout as if it were the shape of a rhinoceros, the armor was in keeping with his eyes, black with red edges, and the sword resembled a scimitar with some strange patterns drawn on the blade. As if these new friends were not enough, what appears to be the enemy leader emerged from the opposite side.
"Kill" The leader of our side let out an order with his harsh voice, and as if it were a tide, our side and his, rushed after that simple order, my fate is sealed, I have no choice but to find some stupid rat. enemy and survive as long as possible, until we see how I get out of this terrible situation.
"Damn, here I am running to my death". After the order given by our leader we all advanced towards the fray, even the soldiers who were moralizing the troops advanced, after a few minutes of running I arrived before the battle, just in time to witness how our leader and the enemy leader faced each other in a battle. fierce duel, and after the first clash I could see how both soldiers died in the process, hands, legs and even heads flew away, a scene worthy of a gore movie appeared before my eyes. I didn't have much time to observe the scene, an enemy rat pounced on my list to kill me, after regrettably dodging its charge I focused completely on the enemy in front of me and taking care around me that no enemy flanked me.
After receiving a cut on my leg, I was able to cut the enemy on the arm, but it was not as I had anticipated, the bastard, as if he had not noticed the deep cut I made, bit me in the ribs, after a sensation of a lot of pain, rage invaded me and I hit him twice on the head with my fist, the enemy made a guttural noise of pain and fell to the ground. Seeing my opportunity, I pounced on him, but just at the moment I decided to end his life, I was able to react in time and dodged the new enemy that was approaching from my left side.
"Damn, this has no end"
Exhausted, I position myself to face the new enemy and the enemy I was fighting before, who has just rejoined, with one arm hanging and his head bloody from the two previous blows, the new enemy is not fresh, you can see numerous cuts on his torso and you can hear his panting, caused by the weariness of the battle. "Shit, come on motherfuckers if I die at least I'll take one of you with me". Words of encouragement run through my thoughts, preparing me for the battle that is to come, and just when I thought it was going to be a two-on-one battle, an ally landed next to me, with a quick glance of his red eyes and a hiss of horror. which I instinctively recognize as "I help you," I growled at him gratefully, at the moment it's the closest thing to a conversation I can recreate, we position ourselves and the two of us lunge at the two enemies before us.
Haa..., exhausted gasps escaped my mouth as I dealt the last blow to the tough bastard in front of me, it had been a close battle, we had dealt each other hundreds of blows, cuts and even bites, and with the tumultuous battle around us From time to time some other bastard crossed our path, I watched as he began to have spasms while I pulled his claws out of his chest, and he let out a last breath of life while his green eyes, characteristic of our race, lost their shine.
I feel conflicted right now, I just ended a life, even if it was a completely different race recently, it doesn't take away the fact that I have killed for the first time, a sigh that carried my uncertainty and my remorse escaped my mouth. , and after observing the outcome of my ally a small pain crossed my heart, my ally won but it cost him his own life, there he lay on top of the enemy with his claws stuck in the enemy's neck, but with a terrible cut on his chest.
After approaching with clumsy steps, the result of fatigue from the battle I had just had, I was able to glimpse the last moments of the only ally I had had since I had arrived in this chaotic world, with terrible physical pain and sadness for the death of my ally, I closed his eyes so that he could rest without having to witness how chaotic the situation was, after a moment of confusion a crashing sound echoed throughout the battlefield.
My eyes widened after turning around, fear, confusion and a feeling of agony crossed my mind in a second, after observing the cause of the previous noise.
"This can not be real..."
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