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Rayal stood at the mouth of a dark alley, secretly pleased with himself, when a vagrant suddenly turned around and said, "Damn it! Where did that bastard go?" All the vagrants turned towards Rayal and rushed in his direction. Rayal quickly darted into the depths of the alley. His heart was pounding, and his steps moved rapidly in the dim alley. His moment of self-congratulation was abruptly interrupted by the shouts of the vagrants. He heard the angry roars and approaching footsteps of the vagrants behind him, feeling their urgent and chaotic pursuit.
He knew full well that the consequences would be dire if he were caught by this angry mob of vagrants. So, Rayal sprinted with all his might, making each step as fast and steady as possible. The dark alleyways were as complex as a maze, with one narrow alley after another intersecting. Fortunately, his agility allowed him to quickly make turns and choices.
As he ran, stones, garbage, and even old shoes flew towards him from behind, all aiming to hit him. Rayal could only dodge and speed up at the same time. His heart was filled with panic and urgency, constantly telling himself that he must escape this pursuit.
In the darkness, he searched for an exit or a place to hide, while trying to maintain a low profile to avoid being spotted by his pursuers. Whenever a stone came flying, he quickly dodged to minimize the risk of injury. In this narrow space, every evasion tested his reaction speed and judgment.
At last, at a corner, Rayal found a half-open door. Without any hesitation, he quickly slipped inside and carefully closed the door. In the darkness, he nervously listened to the sounds outside, hoping that the wanderers had not noticed this place, while also searching for the next step of the route.
Hidden in a dim corner, Rayal nervously held his breath as the voices of the wanderers outside raged through this narrow space like a violent storm. Their roars were filled with vulgarity and resentment, as if seeking an outlet to release their emotions.
"Damn it, where did that kid run off to?" a coarse voice roared in the darkness.
"We've searched this alley up and down, but there's no sign of him!" another voice responded with a hint of exhaustion and annoyance.
Rayal squats in the corner, his heart pounding like a drum. Although he knows he is temporarily safe, the tense atmosphere makes it impossible for him to relax. His gaze pierces through the slightly open door, trying to capture the situation outside.
The vagrants search back and forth in the alley, seemingly unwilling to give up. Their footsteps echo in Rayal's ears, each step striking a chord in his heart. Rayal presses tightly against the cold wall, every breath he takes is cautious, afraid of being heard by the vagrants outside. The sounds in the alley are still filled with anger and dissatisfaction, but gradually, these voices begin to grow distant and muffled. Rayal can feel that they have started to leave this place, searching elsewhere.
"He may have escaped!" came the voice of a homeless man, filled with helplessness and anger, then fading away.
Rayal closed his eyes, took a deep breath, trying to calm the panic and tension within himself. He could feel the sweat on his clothes and the contrast of the cold wall, making him aware that he was still alive, still in this dangerous game world.
When the outside sounds completely disappeared, Rayal slowly exhaled a long breath, feeling a hint of relief. He leaned back against the wall, preparing to rest for a while, and then figure out a way to escape from here.
However, at that moment, he suddenly realized that the room was not as empty as he had initially thought. His body tensed up, feeling a sense of unease. He slowly turned his head, trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness. The scene before him sent chills down his spine. The orcs seemed like monsters from the depths of darkness, each one massive in size, with muscles as solid as cast iron. Their skin appeared a deep green in the dim light, blending with the night. The orcs' faces were twisted and fierce, sharp teeth protruding from their mouths, full of threatening intent.
Among this group of orcs, some are wearing tattered armor, while others are clad in simple leather garments. Each piece of clothing has endured countless battles, bearing witness to their brutality and wild nature. They wield a variety of weapons, from heavy mauls to sharp longswords, and some even brandish spiked iron whips, each weapon exuding an air of danger and death.
Rayal can even sense the beast-like aura emanating from these orcs. They seem like creatures accustomed to living in darkness, their eyes revealing hostility and distrust towards any intruders. The presence of these orcs in the darkness feels like they are the guardians of this gloomy space, ready to hunt down any unauthorized trespassers.
Rayal swallowed hard, feeling the tension rapidly spreading in his chest. He realized he might have trespassed into the territory of these orcs, and as a low-level Wanderer, he was no match for these high-level orcs.
At that moment, a prompt from the game system appeared: "With a level difference of twenty, there is a fatal risk of being defeated in one blow! It is recommended that players leave this area immediately!" This warning hit Rayal's heart like a heavy blow.
Rayal took a deep breath. He knew that in this situation, any act of resistance would be a dead end. He had to stay calm and find a way to escape. His eyes quickly scanned the orcs, searching for a gap, an opportunity he could use.
A thought flashed through his mind: perhaps he could use the "escape" skill to evacuate quickly. But this required extreme precision and perfect timing; any small mistake could lead to dire consequences.
Rayal slowly retreated, trying not to attract too much attention from the orcs, while preparing to activate his escape skill when necessary. His heart raced, each beat feeling like a countdown, reminding him that every second was crucial.
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