A pack of Ironback Rats came prancing into the battlefield on quick little steps, snorting as they went, and made a beeline for the barbecue.
The other mutant beasts actually backed off as the rats approached.
Clearly, most of them had fought these "harmless-looking" goofball rats before—and knew better than to underestimate them.
In the end, the Ironback Rats brazenly marched right up to the grills in front of everyone. They curled their tails around the roasted meat, hoisted it onto their backs, then snorted and trotted off like the entire battlefield belonged to them.
The Titan Ape leader's face twisted with hesitation.
If it swung, it could definitely smash a few of them.
But it was already covered in wounds. And if an Ironback Rat's tail spine pierced it, that poison…
Forget it. Sometimes you swallow your anger and live.
