Abnormal creatures' communication group

"Wait a minute, what they are going to do won't cause us too much trouble, right?" Murakuji thought of this and slammed his shield heavily on the ground.

"It's hard to say." Murashige shook his head. "But no matter what they do, they can't change our decision. If there's a conflict between us, then it's a fait accompli."

"Yes." Val stepped forward, walked to the edge of the portal, and looked down at the entrance, which looked like a dark abyss. "Don't worry too much about the fact that it is bound to come. All we need to do is be prepared."

He paused, took two steps back, and stepped down from the edge of the portal. "...adequate preparation."

Steve on the other end couldn't help sneezing. He now missed the communication function of the chat group.

Until now, they have not been able to invent any remote communication tool in the world and can only use the most clumsy manpower to effectively transmit messages.

Tony complained about this before.

"Teleportation outpaces information transmission. Ha, how do I describe your world?"

Afterwards, the other party also expressed the idea of ​​wanting to help, such as providing some communication equipment, but was rejected by Steve.

At that time, Steve shrugged his shoulders and rejected this very tempting condition nonchalantly.

"No need, no need. Let me think about it. Ah, the most difficult times are over. I believe we can rely on our own strength to solve some of the less difficult problems. After all, we can't rely too much on you. Only when civilization grows independently can it shine brightly."

Their friendly exchange ended with Tony Stark saying, "This is definitely not what you think," and Steve sending an emoticon of him raising his middle finger.

An island always has an edge, even though this island is much wider than Steve imagined. He stood on the edge and looked into the distance, but there was endless void in the distance with no end in sight.

"Still ahead?"

I don’t know what his mentality was, but Steve held the egg steadily in his arms and never put it into his backpack.

The ghost nodded.

Steve's expression suddenly fell. Although he was not short of points, how could he be short of points with a whole world of unlimited resources as his backing?

But just that road made at least seven days of hard work of all the villagers go to waste.

"Okay." Although he complained, Steve didn't stop. He waved his hand, and a long bridge began to extend outward from here. He also built a vertical pillar high enough on the side of the bridge.

Steve was about to say let's go, but he paused as if he had said it too many times in the intervening time, so he put down his hand that was stretching and said nothing.

Just as he was about to step onto the bridge, he waved his hand again with great energy.

As for the villagers, almost all of them had landed on the ground. The space on the platform was not big enough, so they expanded it a little. During the expansion, they noticed that the Endermen who were originally staring at them curiously on the island were disappearing rapidly.

They seemed to be attracted away by their companions, and no one knew what methods the Endermen used.

Village Two felt it was a pity when he heard the news. He thought that if he communicated with the natives, he might be able to find out something they didn't know. But now that things had come to this, he didn't want to offend the Endermen who came with them. As long as they didn't interfere with each other, they could coexist peacefully.

There are not only two attitudes in this world: cooperation and hostility. If all races that are not on one's side were judged as enemies, the world would probably have been engulfed in war long ago.

"Where are we going?" After counting the number of people, Village Two stood beside Val and asked habitually. After he said this, he coughed twice and strode towards the main island. However, after only two steps, he saw the distinctive pillar left by Steve.

"Now you know where to go?" Val teased.

Village Two coughed twice again, and led the villagers in an orderly manner, moving forward in a straight line like a long dragon.

522 Ender Dragon and Steve

The pitch-black dragon stopped on the pitch-black obsidian plane. Whether in the distance or here, there was only a pitch-black void.

The shabby look of this place doesn't fit Steve's idea of ​​a boss's place to stay.

But the other party was entrenched on an obsidian platform not far from his newly built stone bridge, which was smaller than the entire stretched-out Ender Dragon.

The sleep was so peaceful...and so sad.

Steve was staring so intently that he didn't notice that he was about to shed tears along with the sadness.

"Wait a minute." Steve wiped the tears from his face. "What? What the hell? What happened to me just now?"

He exited this state faster. No matter how strong the source of infection was, it wouldn't be more outrageous than the one next to him. If he hadn't really felt a little sad, he wouldn't have been brought in so easily just now.

"It's dying."

The ghost explained slowly.

"Dead?" The corners of Steve's mouth twitched. He felt that the shock he had suffered recently was greater than all the previous ones.

It was not as dangerous and exciting as he had imagined, nor was it the liberation of the Apocalypse in the end, nor was it the friendly communication between the two different races, sitting down and shaking hands to reach a happy ending.

But the former overlord of the sky, whom he thought was his goal, now looked like a poor worm, trapped in such a small territory.

"No." The ghost looked over with some surprise, thinking Steve hadn't heard clearly, and repeated it again. "Almost dead."

"...I know, but, but, but. How come he's dying, just, so easily, uh."

"It can be saved."

The ghost interrupted Steve before he could finish his words.

Its eyes were fixed on the other person, and the familiar feeling lingering around the other person reminded it of a bug. It was this familiar feeling that caught its attention.

"Aging." The ghost answered every panicked question of Steve seriously.

"Are you saying it's dying of old age?" Steve calmed down after getting an affirmative answer. Perhaps it was because of this quality that he didn't become a cannon fodder piled with death in war after war.

The ghost nodded.

Steve opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again.

He wanted to ask how long the villagers would live. Even a creature like the Ender Dragon was about to die of old age. Wouldn't the lifespan of others be even more worrying?

"How about we wake up the dragon first? We've been jumping around it for so long, and it hasn't responded."

But he still didn't ask, perhaps because he had the chat group as his confidence, or maybe it was something else. In short, he put this question aside for the time being. He still had to face something alone. Besides, the moment he set foot on the End Island and saw those Endermen, he had some realization.

Perhaps the dragon was about to die of old age, so Steve lowered his voice when building the bridge across, and walked even more cautiously. Then he took out a bell commonly used by villagers and knocked it heavily.

The Ender Dragon seemed to climb up on its own accord, but its movements were a bit clumsy, and it missed two steps and almost slipped off.

The dragon stared at Steve with some effort, shook its head, and after a while it seemed to see clearly.

"You took my eggs." The other person didn't seem to be in the mood to get up. He yawned, muttered a few words, and curled up again. However, he was not sleeping. He just had his eyes half open, showing sadness and old age.

It continued, "If you want to kill me like you did before, please do it now. I don't have much strength now. If you want my head, you can chop it off directly."

"You remember things from the past."

"I remember that every time a world was restarted, each world had only one Ender Dragon, making it unique."

When the Ender Dragon said this, it raised its head with some pride. It can be seen that it really tried its best. Even the dusk could not cover the brilliance in its eyes.

"..." Steve looked at the Ender Dragon. He just waved his hand, and the platform where the Ender Dragon was staying became two circles larger. The bridge was connected, and he walked to the front of the Ender Dragon.

"I realized...that there was actually a dragon accompanying me on the days when I thought I was alone?"

"I suddenly felt that I wasn't that lonely after all. It was just that I wasn't as busy as I am now."

"Look, it's so spacious here, please give me a seat."

The Ender Dragon tilted its neck and looked at him. Steve saw the other party's helpless and funny expression from the changes in those few pixels, and then moved away.

Steve sat down side by side with the man, oh no, with the dragon.

"So you lived a long time."

"Yes, I have lived a long, long time. I have lived long enough."

Steve listened to the other person's tone, which contained emotion, regret, and sadness, but no attachment.

It took him a long time to utter a word.

"Do you want to continue living? I mean, without aging or facing death. Just living like this, looking at this brand new world. You see, everything has been turned upside down. Aren't you curious? If you want, I can even take you out of the end of the world."

"Of course I'm curious." The Ender Dragon stood up, stretched out its wings, and lowered its head to the side of the human. "So, are we going to set off now?"

"...won't we deal with death and aging first?"

"They still have some time."

"Okay, that's right. It's not too late to solve it later."

"Why should we solve it?" The Ender Dragon stretched out its body completely. Steve, who was sitting next to him, once again faced the huge size of the dragon. He recalled the oppressive feeling that the other party had given him during the several wars they had fought.

"I've lived a long time,"

The conversation seemed to fall silent again.

"You look sad." The ghost walked over and asked in confusion.

"When you're about to die, you're always going to feel sad. Sadness is a biological instinct."

"Why don't you want to live?" The ghost asked this question haltingly, no longer stating a fact, but with real doubts.

"I don't know, but it's probably because I've lived long enough. Maybe I'm tired."

"...Um, um, Ender Dragon, can I touch your head?" Steve looked at the other party and suddenly made a request that seemed a bit rude.

The Ender Dragon was stunned for a moment and didn't answer, but lowered its head again and moved closer to the other party.

Steve immediately got up from the ground and stood up straight. He reached out to touch it. The feeling was neither good nor bad, or maybe just so-so.

But many years ago, who would have thought that a ferocious final boss and a jumpy player who needed to slay a dragon would end up on this small void platform.

One is old and about to die, one is calm and as if reborn, one lowers his head, and the other reaches out to caress.

When Steve put his hand on it.

He seemed to hear a familiar crackling sound, like the explosion of fireworks, like an appreciation for the brave.

"Congratulations on completing your last journey."

523 Food and Living

Main world

The tunnel leading to the sea built by the Endermen was not destroyed. I don't know what kind of mentality the drowned had in mind that they finally allowed the messy pile of sand to remain there.

There has been no movement here for a long time, especially after it got dark.

A tiny sound came from the sand, and two creatures, no more than one block tall, slowly poked their heads out.

It was a little zombie and spider.

"I think you are looking for the sun during the day." The little zombie was trying to stop the other person from coming over, but it was obvious that he was unable to dissuade him.

The spider scratched the sand around it and answered honestly, "I'm going to leave now, maybe I can find something cheap."

"Don't you see that apart from the two of us, no living corpse dares to come here?"

"I'm not a corpse either."

The spider answered sincerely. He used his front legs to probe the bottomless hole in front of him, and when he saw that there was no landslide, he slowly climbed down.

The little zombie seemed to roll his eyes when he heard that the other party didn't understand the pun at all, but he kept up with the pace firmly.

Passing through a passage made of a mixture of sand and stone, it leads directly to the underground ruins. However, compared to when Steve came here, a lot of walls have been roughly dismantled.

They couldn't find anything from the boxes in the dilapidated ruins underground.

This made the spider a little depressed, but the little zombie didn't make any sharp complaints at this time. He just said that this kind of thing was not the first time it happened. If he looked for it again, he might be able to get some results.

After wandering all the way, they finally found the portal wrapped in layers of obsidian. Of course, the obsidian had been knocked open and was in a mess.

The two guys caught a glimpse of the dark portal leading to the End of the World.

As for the hell portal, it has been demolished by the villagers.

Although most of the races in this world have not figured out the mechanism of the portal, or more accurately, the monsters, because of their fear of the sun and fire during the day, even if they can find some ruins of the End Portal that appeared inexplicably on the earth, they cannot restore them.

However, it is hard not to have heard of some rumors about these two monsters who have climbed countless mountains and seas.

"Is this the passage to another world?"

Spider's heart was moved again. He leaned on the edge of the portal frame and looked down into the dark abyss.

"Don't jump directly." The little zombie nervously dragged one of the spider's hind legs to pull the insect back a little.

"But that's probably hell over there," the spider said, swaying eagerly. "If we find fireproof potion over there... that could be exchanged for more than two sets of food."

"I don't know why they're so bored that they have to pursue standing in the sun." The spider swung its forelimbs, rarely unable to resist complaining. "Isn't the night comfortable? I'm too lazy to move during the day."

"Maybe there's just too much food. Although I'd like to try going out during the day, food is more reliable." The little zombie was not tall enough. He couldn't tentatively reach into the dark portal with his forelimbs like a spider, so he just stood by and watched.

The spider shook its head twice in agreement, and prepared to jump down eagerly.