How Can I, a Mortal, Survive in the Warcraft Forest?

"Where the hell is this?!" He looked down tremblingly. An eight-meter dwarf pine? Doesn't exist! The trees here are all tens of meters high. The trunks are so thick that they can kill a cow. The crowds are denser than the Kyoto Ring Line. His legs went limp and he collapsed into a pile of rotten leaves, "What about shooting a survival movie in the wilderness?!" "Mad! I can't help but be like Mr. Bei, and there will always be a way to survive!" Shang Biao wiped the sweat off his face. While I was muttering, the grass rustled... A white thing suddenly jumped out of the grass! Then, the second, third... Squirrel? Grass! Is this a fucking squirrel? Your squirrel can jump more than ten meters on two legs? No need for gliding membrane? Don't obey Newton's laws? Dream! It must be a dream! ! Another world! The evidence is solid! "Can't go back? Then destroy this other world!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.