Abnormal creatures' communication group

"said."

But this time it was the ghost's dull voice that responded to him.

It's no longer childish, nor mature, and it's hard to tell the gender, nor does it have any special features. It just sounds like an ordinary voice.

But this response was the best the ghost could do.

Speaking like a god or a normal insect is itself an incredible power.

Steve's expression changed, he was a little surprised, but only for a moment. He had been shocked enough in recent times, so that the things that would usually make him scream could now be reduced to facts that were passed over calmly.

"What did he say? Anything particularly interesting? They're...alive, aren't they?"

The ghost nodded first, then shook his head, and finally hesitated and nodded again.

It held up the sign.

"No name, no language, but with a mind, and alive"

The ghost thinks names are very important, and insects like it that once wandered in the wilderness all have their own names.

This is probably why the ghost is hesitating.

“It didn’t exist before, but it exists now.”

It turned the sign and changed the words on it.

"Ah, so they're like the villagers of old, untouched by the world, untainted, and still a bit innocent, right? But they don't even have a language?"

Steve looked at the dim sky in the distance and couldn't help muttering a few words.

"Sounds like a cursed race indeed."

"What is it?"

The ghost turned the sign again.

"This." Steve took out the egg from his backpack neatly and hugged it tightly against his chest. This thing was not heavy at all, although Steve could basically hold anything.

According to the strange calculation formula, Steve can even lift everything. He once discussed this topic with the doctor, and the final conclusion was that it was a characteristic of the world and had no reference value.

"It's a dragon egg." Steve chuckled subconsciously after saying this, then realized that the ghost world might know nothing about creatures like dragons, and added emphatically.

"It's not the ultimate in our world, um, but it might not be harder to deal with than the Withering Storm last time...hiss, although it could only be used as a decoration before, maybe it can be hatched now!"

After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands twice, and after a while, he spoke hesitantly.

"But, ghost, did you hear, uh, crying? This sound is a bit weird."

The ghost nodded and looked again in the direction it had been staring at.

Recalling the sound, Steve felt as if he had goosebumps all over his body and rubbed his arms, as if he had gone into a mine without any equipment and knocked on the stone corner in front of him and encountered a creeper.

What a creepy feeling.

"Let's go, let's go. If you don't leave quickly, I'm afraid I'll start to overthink and lose the courage to think."

Steve didn't look back, but just walked in the direction the ghost was looking. It wasn't a road of no return, but it was definitely not a road full of blooming flowers.

Beyond Steve's sight, the Enderman's unchanging world seemed to be broken.

Language can also be called a viral medium. When the first person speaks, there will be a second one.

The unique voice of the Enderman gradually filled the silent End of the World. Even some Endermen who were working aimlessly stopped.

Honglu didn't give a speech. He was just trying to communicate with other Endermen, just like the ghosts did with him, because he felt that this was a very meaningful thing, even though he didn't understand what the meaning was and was just acting on instinct.

And he did it too.

When something as simple as communication is defined as something interesting in their barren world, diffusion is, in short, a simple matter.

The world seemed to be truly flowing, no longer just a cog in a machine.

Honglu was still looking for new Endermen to communicate with. He suddenly stopped his steps and stopped talking. He ignored the puzzled look from the Endermen opposite him and looked up at the tall tower that reached the sky.

He suddenly wondered why they were building towers, why they were doing this meaningless thing day after day.

He began to have doubts.

Inquiries followed, but no Enderman could answer his questions.

It's like they were born to do this kind of thing.

But, nothing is mandatory.

What they are doing may not be wrong, and what they are stopping may not be right.

But at least they can now decide what they want to do.

520 My World 8

At the portal connecting the End and the main world, the Enderman still knocked open the obsidian before all the villagers set off.

Val and Murer had noticed this a long time ago, after all, the noise of knocking on the blocks was not small.

The obsidian-enclosed space is actually a bit narrow, so the villagers can only squeeze out of the portal one by one.

However, the portal cannot be made very big. Even if it is built to be extremely huge in the main world, it will be of the same proportion in hell. The door is so big that the transmission speed cannot be increased no matter what, so some things don't matter.

As for adding multiple gates, in the same area, only one hell gate can be received. If the hell gates are too close to each other, there will be a phenomenon of visiting each other. This strange thing makes the originally convenient transportation slightly discounted.

As the obsidian completely shattered, some of the villagers who were left around on high alert immediately raised their weapons.

They all kept their eyes fixed on that place, but the villagers who came out of the portal were still playing End of the World Rush, with no signs of stopping.

They would not stop the task at hand because of such an unexpected event.

They are no longer the guys who had to stay alert at the slightest sign of trouble.

When the obsidian was completely cracked, the slender figure of the Enderman appeared in their eyes, and they held their weapons and shields tighter.

Every villager here has been to the battlefield and has faced such monsters. If Steve looked at their numbers here, he might be able to call out a few of them in surprise.

The endermen who were huddled together seemed to have stopped moving as they stared at them. Then, they almost huddled together and rushed towards this side.

The villagers reflexively raised their shields and collided head-on with the Endermen who flashed in the middle of the journey, but more of them jumped down through the portal without caring.

Some villagers looked at each other and glanced at their equally bewildered companions. After all, those Endermen didn't seem to have any intention of attacking. Even when they looked directly into their eyes, they didn't hear any agitated roars.

The most important thing is that they did not hear the sound of the bell, so they just held up their shields tightly to resist the occasional impact and did not act rashly.

The number of Endermen is decreasing rapidly, and the villagers' plan to transmit to the End of the World has been affected to some extent, but it is not serious.

Until there were only a few Endermen left, Village Two suddenly called out to them.

He wasn't very social, and was a little stiff when he called out to the Endermen in front of Val.

In particular, the villagers and the Endermen had encountered each other on the battlefield, and he had killed them personally.

"Wait a moment." But his voice was so clear and powerful that even the sound of the villagers' diamond boots stepping on the solid obsidian ground could not cover it.

He adjusted his breathing, and the hesitation in his eyes faded a little. "Please wait a moment."

The enderman at the very end stopped abruptly and turned back to look at Village Two.

This Enderman was actually the first one to come in, but he was the only one who was not so crazy. He did not do anything like his other compatriots to reach a destination.

While the other Endermen were rushing forward, he was observing calmly, watching the villagers' every move until everything was peaceful.

The Enderman did not respond to him, but just walked towards him. His slender body was one level taller than the villagers, which was very oppressive. Few people can remain calm when being looked down upon.

"I want to discuss something with you." Cun Er was surprisingly calm. He put his sword back on his waist, put his shield on the ground, and placed one hand gently on the top of the shield to hold it firmly.

He looked at the Enderman staring at him expressionlessly with purple pupils, raised his head, and met his gaze directly. "I want to discuss cooperation."

The situation remained deadlocked for a while until the Enderman moved his head up and down.

nodded.

Muraku Er saw the other party's gesture of approval, but he still did not let down his guard.

"The deal is very simple, we have some questions that we want to ask you."

"What can we gain?" The Enderman suddenly appeared in front of Village Two. The voice was so abrupt that Village Two subconsciously blinked, but he held back and did not move. "In a transaction, there are gains and losses."

The Enderman's voice was still as unclear as before, but he spoke slowly, which was enough for Village Two to understand.

"Take away the sacrifices and the wars, and you get a promise from the villagers that will definitely be fulfilled."

"Or whatever supplies you desire, until the value exceeds the problem itself by several times."

After promising these generous rewards, Village Two subconsciously glanced at Val, but the other party did not respond to him, not even a glance.

Even though he had made decisions on his own more than once, he still found it difficult to get rid of some habitual dependence and slight nervousness.

"...A generous deal, are just a few questions worth you spending so many resources?" There was a hint of complexity in the Enderman's tone, as if he couldn't understand.

"The resources of this world are almost unlimited."

“But that takes time to develop.”

Village Two looked at the Enderman and smiled faintly, revealing a certain confidence and arrogance. "What we villagers are best at is acquiring resources."

This statement is not groundless. The existence of redstone technology makes everything possible. As long as the rules of the world are not shaken, the miracles they can create in a day are numbers that other races dare not even think about.

The Enderman stared at him gloomily for a long time before uttering a single word. "Okay."

The deal is done, and now it's time to get down to business.

The environment here did not allow them to sit down and talk slowly, but they did not develop such strange habits in this world.

"I want to know what you are going to do in the End of the World?" Village Two asked a question that went straight to the point. After all, ordinary questions could not be considered a transaction.

The Enderman who was confronting him was silent for a long time, and seemed to be embarrassed by this question. Just when the air was stagnant for a long time, so long that Village Two wanted to awkwardly change the question.

The Enderman replied emotionlessly, "For the chorus fruit. Chorus fruit is one of the Enderman's food sources and the core source of their ability to teleport. If we go without chorus fruit for a long time, our control over teleportation will gradually weaken, making it increasingly difficult to reach our designated destination. The energy consumed by each teleportation will also increase exponentially."

Murakuji was stunned. The other party sounded like he had given up everything, and his expression became serious.

"I see. Let's talk about other things related to cooperation."

521 My World 9

They said they were discussing cooperation, but in fact they just agreed not to fight against each other. If any misunderstandings arose, they would discuss it clearly first.

After saying these words, he jumped into the dark portal without hesitation and disappeared from this world along with his companions.

As soon as the people left, Cun Er seemed to relax completely, and even his weapon-holding posture was not so standard. He leaned on his shield and held his sword, smiled, and looked at Val.

Val also laughed, but it was not such a wild laugh. He just raised the corners of his mouth and let out some laughing sounds from his nose.

"I know what you're expecting me to say. A truly outstanding performance? Is that right?"

Val watched the other person's expression change from confusion at first to realization, then he collapsed and coughed twice.

"Never mind, I'm not very good at this, but you should let Murashige speak. I think he's been trying to hold back his laughter just now."

Village Ten, who had been coordinating the situation over there, was accidentally pushed into a corner by the Enderman. He was desperately covering his mouth and shrugging his shoulders. When he saw that his name was called, he started coughing along with everyone else and quickly walked to the front.

"Actually, Val, you didn't notice it either, did you?" Village Ten answered the call right away. As for Village Two's uneasy expression, it had recovered a little.

Val coughed twice more and did not refute.

However, he was not completely unaware of it, but in this situation, there was no need to undermine the confidence of the younger generation.

Village Ten walked over to Village Two, patted his shoulder, and said soothingly, "Don't worry, don't worry. After all, I'm the one in charge of socializing. If you've surpassed me in this area, then wouldn't I be dispensable?"

"You just suffer from too little experience."

The words of comfort ended here, and his expression suddenly became serious. Even though it was a peaceful time now, for them, as long as they looked back slightly, they could see the smoke of war.

Murashi said, "He didn't tell me the main purpose."

"That Enderman didn't tell the truth?"

Murashi shook his head. "No, he's telling the truth. Part of their purpose is probably to come to the End of the World to obtain those things, but revealing something so crucial to the survival of their entire race, even the very foundation of their existence, is just a cover-up for their deeper truth."

Muraner seemed to have figured something out, and suddenly realized, "Because he explained it too quickly. Matters concerning the survival of the race should not be put on the scales of the transaction."

"I should have noticed it earlier, but I was so overwhelmed by the other party's good news that I simply figured out that they probably weren't lying, and then I didn't pay much attention to it."