Minecraft: Starting With The Awakening Block Puppet Master

Ji Xin took one step forward and his figure appeared in the center of the crimson forest.

"Bailing, let's follow!" Wu Nian and Chu Ling'er's eyes narrowed at the same time, and they blurted out almost at the same time.

The Disaster Lark glanced at the two of them and scratched his head in confusion.

"Didn't Master tell us to stay here? We can't run around without orders! Besides, there's the Withering King on the other side. A single aftermath can kill us, so it won't be of much help if we go there!"

When the Disaster Bailing said this, Chu Ling'er and Wu Nian looked at each other, both of them were a little embarrassed. There was really no use for them to go.

After about five or six seconds of silence

Chu Ling'er spoke again: "We are just watching from a distance. If the boss is injured, I can treat him in time, right?"

"Yes, there is no use for us to stay here. Why not go over and see if there is anything we can do to help." Wu Nian helped.

The Calamity Lark was still a little hesitant, but felt that it made sense.

"Okay, let's just watch from a distance, but be sure not to be discovered by Master. He finally took me on a mission, and I don't want to mess it up!"

"rest assured!"

Wu Nian and Chu Ling'er laughed at the same time and said in unison.

The Calamity Lark glanced at the two people again. He always felt that these two people were strange today. What exactly was strange, and he couldn't explain why.

The little hand inserted into the space again, click!

A small hole in time and space appeared in front of them, and the other side of the passage was when they first came to the underworld.

"Let's go! Let's go there quietly."

…

Crimson Forest Center.

At this time, in mid-air, the Wither King was squeezing the barbarian general's neck, flicking it with his hand, and smashing it into the ground.

After this blow, the barbarian general's chest heaved up and down, and his armor was shattered on the ground. He tried to get up and fight again, but failed in the end.

The Wither King twisted his aching frame, his voice cold.

"It's difficult to handle. You have fought me for nearly four hundred rounds with this kind of strength. You are already pretty good!"

"You are an opponent worthy of my attention!"

The barbarian general closed his eyes and did not reply. The golden watermelon and golden potatoes in his backpack were gone.

This battle ended in failure.

However, he has no regrets, it is his honor to die for his race!

The Withering King looked down at the barbarian general and smiled to himself.

"To be honest, that's what I thought originally. Kill half of the piglins and enslave the other half! Then you will be the king of the piglin clan, in name only of course."

"But now I have changed my mind. I didn't expect you, a level 48 pig spirit, to fight me for so long."

"You have proven your threat, so your end now is only death!"

The barbarian general smashed his mouth, spitting out broken teeth and blood.

"You want me to be the king of the piglins? Hahaha, that's funny. If you rule the lower world, I will be the first to die. You are just trying to win people's hearts by saying this!"

After speaking, he turned his head towards the piglins hidden in the forest and continued.

"I will put my words here now. The pig spirit clan has a backbone and would rather be broken into pieces than complete. If anyone dares to be a slave of the wither clan, I, the barbarian general, will not let him go even if I am a ghost!"

The words of the Wither King are actually meant for the piglins in the forest. To a certain extent, they can at least harvest a group of spineless piglins as slaves!

After all, as long as you are a spirit, there is no one who is not afraid of death, and there is no one who does not want rights and benefits!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! In the past, the Pig Spirit King always said that you were lacking in brains, but now it seems that you are not stupid at all!"

After being exposed, the Wither King was not angry and continued.

"It's useless for you to point it out. After all, a race is destined to have only a few weaklings. If I promise some benefits, there will always be someone who treats me like a dog and licks my toes!"

The barbarian general was annoyed, "Kill if you want, you are such a bitch, bah!"

"Talk a lot? No, I'm just too lonely and want to find someone to chat with."

"To be honest, when I heard that the Pig Spirit King was dead, my first reaction was not happiness, but sadness, sadness for the passing of an old friend... Hahaha, I lied to you."

Immediately afterwards, the Wither King's style changed and his eyes became sharp.

"I have a little hobby, which is to kill creatures and let them die of despair little by little."

"That sad and beautiful scream is simply a symphony on my lonely road. It's so beautiful!"

"Let's do something different today. Physical pain is a bit boring. Let's do something spiritual."

As he spoke, he punched out, and the barbarian general's limbs were severed. His breath became sluggish, and he was already on the verge of death.

"Listen, piglins of the Crimson Forest, if anyone comes up and cuts your general, he will be spared death!"

Silence - no piglin responded to his words.

There was even a faint sound of curses.

The weak-breathing barbarian general smiled, "How about it, old thief Wither, our pig spirit clan didn't disappoint you!"

The Wither King is not in a hurry. No one is willing to take action. That just proves that the temptation is not big enough.

"If anyone comes to chop your general, he will save the entire clan from death! All of them will be promoted to small landowners and become the new dignitaries of the pig spirit clan!"

As soon as these words came out——

The whispers of the pig spirits suddenly stopped cursing, and it was obvious that someone was tempted!

In the secret, Ji Xin watched all this with cold eyes. He was not in a hurry to take action. What he hated most in his life was weaklings and betrayal. It would not be too late to catch a few miscellaneous fish first and then take action.

The Wither King looked around, but still no pig was willing to come forward, so he continued to increase the temptation.

"All promoted - Middle Landlord!"

…

"Big landowner!"

…

"Whoever kills the barbarian general will be the new king of the pig spirit clan!"

As soon as these words came out, someone finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"I come!"

The Wither King, the Barbarian General, Ji Xin in the dark, and many hidden pig spirits all looked towards the source of the sound.

The person coming is the apprentice of the barbarian general—Pigling Xiaocheng!

"I am willing to serve the great Wither King!"

"Hahaha, good! Good!" King Wither laughed loudly, "I remember you seem to be the apprentice of the Barbarian General. Very good, very good!"

This is exactly what he wants to see, the apprentice wants to kill the master, the dramatic effect is simply amazing!

"As long as you kill the barbarian general, I can promise you to be the new king of the piglin clan! Manage the slaves for me, and you will be the slave master. Under one person, you will be superior to tens of thousands of people! How about it?"

Pig Spirit Xiaocheng smiled apologetically and said, "Thank you so much - the king for your gift!"

As soon as these words came out, the pig spirit hidden in the forest couldn't help it.

"Pigling Xiaocheng, you ungrateful fellow, the general is your master, how dare you!"

"Brothers, come together, kill this bitch, and then fight to kill the Wither King. None of the piglins are soft!"

"Kill! The Wither King is really insulting to Zhuge!"

After the pig took the lead, the pig spirits in the forest quickly gathered and rushed towards the pig spirit Xiao Cheng and the Wither King like sea water, trying to twist the two of them into pieces.

"The worm shakes the tree!"

The Wither King snorted coldly, waved his palm gently, and a giant claw made of black smoke directly swept across a large area, leaving no pig alive in its path.

"Ahhh!"

The pig's cry echoed throughout the woods.

"Oops, I went too far!"

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Ji Xin quickly prepared to take action.

Although only one white-eyed wolf was caught, it was enough. If this situation continued, the pig would die without any negotiation.

"stop!"

An iron puppet with white eyes appeared in the air stepping on a block.

Of course Ji Xin would not personally come forward to negotiate with the Wither King. If the negotiation really failed, he would not even have a chance to escape.

Just in time, he awakened the ability to possess a puppet, which came in handy!

"If you don't want millions of people to wither and die in the central fortress, then we should have a serious talk!"