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Val keenly observed that they did not have any weapons on them. He did not know whether they did not bring any weapons with them or were kidnapped by someone, but judging from their appearance, it was highly likely that they were kidnapped.

Moreover, the decorations on them are different, and there are slight differences in their standing positions. Perhaps there is a leader.

"What's wrong? What happened?" After the commotion continued for a while, it finally calmed down. A pig spirit asked anxiously. After all, the other party was their boss, and the value of the things they traded was far more than just a few boxes of gold bars.

This question also brought out the voice in Val's heart, and he looked at those guys with worried eyes.

Although the skin color was different, he still developed a good impression of these villagers who looked similar to him. After all, he had never seen other villagers in hell, and Steve did not look like the villagers.

But those guys just shook their heads and said nothing. They supported each other, found a corner to sit down, lowered their heads, and rested. No one spoke first.

They were covered in wounds, yet they were walking so slowly, which was really worrying. Some of the grumpy piglings had repeated this question several times, but still didn't get an answer from them, so they couldn't help but spit out white air from their nostrils and walked away without looking back.

After all, the other party didn't say anything and didn't answer any questions, which really broke the heart of the pig spirit who thought they had a good relationship.

The leader seemed to have rested well. Finally, he climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and he and the other one limped together, supporting each other.

Val could tell at a glance that the man seemed absent-minded, as if he was recalling something. He just followed them from a distance, neither approaching nor moving away, just waiting patiently, intending to wait for the right opportunity.

The Plunderer Raid felt a rare fear. The two monsters he met on the road made him unable to muster any resistance or resentment even though he had fallen to this point. He just wanted to stay as far away from them as possible and never meet those two guys again. He prayed and wished sincerely, and for this, he could even have faith now.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder again, trying hard to forget the scene he had encountered before.

436 The Dispute is Approaching

Just as Steve was about to reach the fortress, the cell people and ghosts there also made their own progress.

"...This place is so boring." The Cell Man casually threw the dagger in his hand upwards and caught it again. Boredom was practically written in his eyes as he complained uncontrollably. "Honestly, this place is worse than my bedroom. There's nothing dangerous here, just gentle, boiling lava and docile, motionless rocks. In short, this is all really boring."

The cell man felt a little regretful for coming here. It was too boring here. Apart from the fight with the ghost which was somewhat interesting, the other creatures seemed to have lost their fighting instinct and had no strength at all.

This made the cell people, who had always been looking forward to a fierce resistance, quickly lose interest. Even if the cell people did not have the so-called idea of ​​never bullying the weak, their means and abilities of attack really made it easy for people to lose interest.

[A correction: there were hoglins in the area we just passed.]

The ghost silently looked at the freshly baked hog steak in his hand, and showed his incomprehension of the cell man's words.

[There are also many mushrooms]

The ghost swallowed the steak whole and grabbed two handfuls of mushrooms and stuffed them into the void.

The cell people who were refuted here could not find any more reasons to refute, so they simply remained silent and just kept moving forward.

After all, if they fight, no one can do anything to anyone else. As for reason, the cell people don’t think that a guy like Ghost, who is so stubborn and insists on being right, can reason well.

It would be more satisfying to fight with a ghost than to expect it to reason with you.

Following behind were two trembling monsters. The Blaze Man was praying that they would not be so unlucky, at least not so unlucky as to become food for ghosts.

In comparison, the Withered Skull was much calmer. He only hoped that if he really became food, he would be eaten to the point of losing consciousness before someone told him whether he tasted good or not.

There was no way, the ghost and the cell man never stopped killing, and the other didn't mind collecting the drops of any creature killed by the cell man, and ate them slowly as snacks, making a crunching sound when he bit them.

This includes some unlucky lava slimes, whose lava cream is mistaken by ghosts as a very interesting jelly.

It first extended a tentacle to drill a small hole in it, then sucked out the contents in one breath, and then threw the remaining empty shell into the void in one go, chewing it with a soft and sticky sound.

"Wait..." The cell man walking in the front suddenly stopped. He had good eyesight and saw at a glance a familiar race on the other side of the steep slope, wearing a uniform dark-colored uniform and with a big nose.

The cell man searched the memories in his mind and quickly found the answer.

Aren't those the same villagers who followed Steve? Although they looked a little darker, as if they had been rolling around in coal all their lives to become what they are now?

But no matter what, he felt that Steve probably didn't know those villagers. After all, if he knew them, Steve would have told him in the group.

The cell people didn't believe that Steve wouldn't be on guard against him, unless he was crazy or set a trap. After all, his mentality of having fun anytime and anywhere was basically known to all the members of the chat group. No one in the group would dare to trust him.

He stopped what he was doing, held the weapon tightly in his hand, and gave a bloodthirsty smile.

"I take back what I said about being boring. Perhaps I'll find one soon enough to entertain myself."

The cell man had already seen that those guys were fully equipped with weapons, and it was obvious that they were no match for the small fry they had encountered before. It was for this reason that made him even more excited.

"Ghost." He turned around and said to the others excitedly. "How about we have a competition? Let's use those guys to compete, how about it?"

Perhaps it was because this body and soul were out of sync, or perhaps it was because they had been killing for too long on that island where space and time were intricate and chaotic, so that the already crazy cell man became even more insane.

He didn't care whether those in front of him were living creatures or something like that. In his opinion, all creatures were equal because they would all be crushed to death under his feet.

Well, except for ghosts... Never mind, except for the guys in the chat group too.

The ghost over there finished eating everything on hand and finally turned his attention. He subconsciously looked in the direction Steve was looking, and he also saw those villagers.

It took a quick look, then calmly looked away and held up the sign nonchalantly.

What competition?

"That would certainly be thrilling and interesting—" The Cell Man dragged out the last syllable, as if deliberately keeping the other person in suspense. "Kill them all, leaving no one alive. After that, we'll count who kills the most. Whoever kills the most wins."

He became even more excited when he mentioned the word "win". His heart beat very fast, as if it would explode at any time. After all, the last fight between him and the ghost ended in a draw, which made him very regretful.

For him, no matter what the reason for the draw in the last fight, if he didn't win, he would lose. The so-called draw was just an excuse to cover up himself.

The ghost was stunned for a moment, then it carefully observed the predators, and then thought of its friends who were following Steve, and immediately shook its head frantically.

Don't hurt your friends.

In order to prevent the cell man from acting impulsively, it even stretched out its hands to grab the man's trouser legs. It held the cell man's legs tightly and would not come down no matter how the cell man pulled.

Although the ghost is not quite sure who the other party is, Steve may know them because they look very similar to the villagers. If Steve really knows them, then they are friends.

A friend of a friend is also a friend, so no matter what, it must firmly stop the cell person to avoid causing a disaster.

But the next moment, an arrow shot towards him with no accuracy.

Does this seem like a provocation?

The moment the ghost senses a hint of hostility from them, it no longer considers them as possible friends.

So the ghost immediately let go of his hand and stared straight at that place. Then the next ghost and the cell man rushed out at the same time, like two meteors in the sky, passing by quickly.

But what they are about to do next is not a kind thing, and it is completely different from the bright stars where you can make wishes.

437 The Defeat of the Plunderers

Sometimes there is really little that the weak can do, and they can only choose to pray that the strong will not let them fall into a bad situation because of a momentary whim.

And those plunderers always think that they are the superior party. They are arrogant and show their strength unscrupulously in this new world.

In their eyes, any race except piglins is a target for hunting.

Just like a cell person who does something on a whim, maybe he thinks it's interesting, or thinks it's profitable, or maybe he just wants to do it and does it.

After all, they couldn't attack too many of the monsters above. If they did, their old neighbors would be unhappy. But the withered skeletons below, as well as the blaze rods and blaze powder unique to the Blaze Man, would not be let go by the plunderers who were greedy for money and plundered wantonly. Otherwise, they would not be called this name.

So when they saw a Blaze and a Wither Skeleton together, and two strange creatures they had never seen before, they naturally included them all in the category of huntable ones.

After all, apart from the trouble of spitting fireballs, those Blazes are not difficult to kill. More importantly, they are not as united as Piglins. They are even quite scattered. There can only be one Blaze in a lava lake, otherwise there will be a fight.

Even if the lava lake is spacious enough to accommodate a very large tribe, it is more than enough.

You know, even such heartless plunderers as these sometimes have to consider kinship and family ties.

A scattered race with no unity at all is just a piece of meat on the board that can be rubbed however you want.

The plunderers looked at the four monsters below with fiery eyes. You know, no matter what they got, they can sell it, and those who get the money can get more.

But their leader hadn't spoken yet.

So the plunderers immediately looked at the leader. They took up their weapons very agitatedly and even loaded arrows into their crossbows, as if they were waiting for the other party's order.

The leader quickly noticed their restlessness and even noticed these small movements, but he just glanced at them coldly without saying a word.

Those plunderers who were watching eagerly immediately stopped what they were doing, and the restlessness in their hearts was immediately suppressed. Some even trembled slightly with fear.

They are not really united, but are just connected by interests and are accomplices. In this situation, whoever can become the leader will have to step on these corpses and blood and use some iron-blooded tactics.

You can't expect a group of thugs who rob others to choose their captain by playing rock-paper-scissors together.

Their little actions were undoubtedly challenging the authority of the other party, which was intolerable. The leading plunderer had already felt the crisis. He was even thinking about whether to get rid of those who jumped the most happily, otherwise he would be at risk of being stepped down sooner or later.

Stepping down here means losing his head, and he only has one head to lose, so he is unwilling to let it go.

But now is not the time for infighting.

If he were to stir up internal strife now, he might be attacked by all those guys. After all, no one wants him to step on their head, nor does anyone want him to take away half of the benefits they have worked hard for.

One person alone might not be able to defeat him, but if they fight in a group, the outcome is hard to predict.

So what he has to do is the same as before, wait until the plunder is over, sow discord and divide them one by one.

This is not difficult to do. After all, the competition for interests between them is no less than their hatred for themselves.

They don't want the next leader to be their former enemy, so as long as they stir up their hatred, they can easily find those unlucky people to make an example of and continue to consolidate their rule with fear.

He thought for a long time, staring at those restless guys for a long time, until one of the timid ones was on the verge of collapse, and then he immediately spoke.

He didn't dare to let these guys collapse. After all, they were all desperate criminals. If they really collapsed, they would definitely not cry, make a fuss, or even commit suicide. Instead, they would try their best to incite those guys who hated him and launch a fatal attack.

Once there is a guy who takes the lead and is willing to die, the rest of the guys will naturally show their malice without hesitation, taking advantage of that guy's death while attacking him.

Once the attack is fully launched, those guys who have no way back will kill him no matter what, because if he survives, he will definitely settle accounts.

So he only knocked to this point, then cleared his throat and spoke in his hoarse voice, like two pieces of iron rubbing against each other, without any room for argument.

"Go! Go and fight! Take their lives, deprive them of everything, and obtain their spoils. Everything they have will become our nourishment for further progress. The finest iron and beautiful gold are all waiting for you."

What he said was very inspiring. The desperado's brain, which was originally used for thinking, was only as big as a sesame seed. Once he encountered interests, he would completely lose the ability to think.

So they chose to rush down without hesitation, completely unaware of the possible strangeness of the matter.

After all, they are just two new species that have never been seen in hell. What is there to worry about?

First, there was a tentative bow and crossbow, and scattered arrows passed calmly between the ghosts and cell people without causing any damage.

The plunderers didn't react at all to this. It was originally a tentative attack, and they didn't intend to accurately hit the two guys below from such a long distance.

They ran faster and faster, and the one running in front was not the leader, but the guy who almost collapsed before. He let out a ferocious roar while running, probably wanting to vent everything on it, the oppression, the pain. He wanted to pass these bad things on to the next weak person to get spiritual comfort.

Almost out of control, he ran faster and faster. The plunderer felt that his body was so light, so light that he almost floated into the sky. In the past, after such an intense run, he should have been out of breath and took a break for a while, but he did not feel tired at all now. He just felt that he was getting lighter and lighter.

Then he died, leaving only some things behind.

The cell man carried the sword he had just swung on his shoulder, and watched the large blood stains on it disappear and evaporate. He turned his head calmly to look at the ghost, and even told the ghost a bloody and cruel fact in a chatting tone.

"I've discovered something quite interesting. In this world, the more intelligent creatures are, the more they resemble creatures from our world when they die. For example, the Striders die instantly, leaving no trace of blood. However, those rather plump wild boars, especially the small boar cub, bled when they were killed and were even dismembered for a moment before disappearing."

He pointed to the place where the plunderer died, his tone still so light and bright.

"Look, that guy died in pieces. It's quite interesting. I've never seen a person collapse completely like a building before. I only threw a small grenade, which at most would send him flying, but there's no way he would be blown to pieces."

He turned his attention to the plunderers who had stopped and gradually dispersed to surround them, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a faint smile.

The curve of the cell man's lips is just right; one point more would make him look too arrogant, and one point less would make him look less smiling.

When he was still the king, he often laughed and talked about whose head should be chopped off today, laughed and discussed that they should die, laughed and discussed that those who dared to betray him should be burned to ashes in the incinerator.

So now he was laughing while talking about the unlucky guy who was completely smashed to pieces by him, and at the same time he raised his shield and easily blocked the flying arrows.

The arrows landed on his shield, but neither got stuck nor fell to the ground. Instead, they bounced back in the direction they came from in a strange trajectory.

Those who rashly launched an attack were pierced by arrows the moment they rolled twice on the ground, and their blood splattered on the already bright red ground, leaving no trace.

They died, and their deaths were meaningless.

"Ghost." This kind of killing, which was not difficult at all, made the cell man feel a little bored. He originally thought that he could get some fun from these guys, at least much better than those pigs or something, but the result was still the same. He didn't even need to do anything. He just had to raise the shield and it would be done.

So he turned his attention to the ghost again. After all, if there was a motivation to fight, even a simple thing would be worth the effort.

"If you don't take action now, they will all die. Then, I will be the winner."

The cell man said this in a cheeky way, because the ghost did not agree to his challenge at all, he just said this to himself.

But as a king, why does his invitation need the other party's consent? As long as he thinks so and does so, and the other party has a little bit of recognition, then it is real.

In the distance, the leader of the plunderers began to retreat silently after seeing this scene. He planned to sell out all his companions here without hesitation and fly away alone.

After all, in the eyes of predators, only their own lives are the most valuable. As for other people, who are they? They are not even worth a glance.

Damn it, damn it, what kind of monsters are these two guys?

A look of collapse appeared on the face of a certain plunderer. He had no intention of going against those two guys. They were even more cruel than plunderers. At least plunderers couldn't kill people and chat as if nothing had happened.

Especially when he found that the leader was missing, he fell into even greater frenzy. She decisively put down her weapon, turned around and ran, and kept praying that she would not be targeted by the two monsters.