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So what he has to do now is to keep calm.

The group of people were seriously injured. If it were in the past, a full meal might be enough, but now, they at least need a comfortable environment, plenty of food, and reasonable training.

This means that they can't rest here for a while and will have to leave sooner or later.

These troublesome things that he had been complaining about actually helped him in disguise at this moment. This subtle sense of dislocation made him feel a little amused and helpless.

Sure enough, these guys moved. They squeezed silently to the place where there were the most pig spirits. Without any discussion or notification, they forced their way out of the crowded pile of pig spirits.

The piglins touched the parts that were hit with a complaining look and wanted to yell, but those guys cleverly threw out a handful of gold nuggets, and they rushed to pick them up with smiles on their faces again.

Val was also mixed in with them, but he neither stopped nor looked at the gold particles. Instead, he followed those guys. When they took a step, he took a step. When they stopped, he stopped too. He chased them openly and without stopping for a moment through the chaotic and crowded interface.

The area further ahead seemed to be a bit wider, at least there wouldn't be so much pressure on each other, so he just hung there from a distance.

Actually, Val was not very good at standard tracking. He led troops to fight on the front lines and had never done such petty theft. Fortunately, people of different races looked at each other as if they were made from the same mold. Apart from their equipment, there was no other memorable point.

So what Val did was not actually called tracking, it could be considered tailing at most.

The other party kept walking around in circles as if he couldn't make up his mind. During this time, he heard those guys arguing quietly. He was too far away to hear what they were arguing about, and he was too embarrassed to go over and listen directly.

Even if this tracking is not qualified at all, it is still tracking. How can it appear so openly?

But after the quarrel, their original path turned a corner. They circled the edge of the city twice, as if they were afraid of something and turned back in unison.

It is unlikely that their bad situation was caused by a natural disaster. It must be man-made, and it must be a force that they cannot resist. Otherwise, they would not even have the intention to leave the city gate after escaping danger. They look like they are scared out of their wits.

Val tried hard to think of possible situations, but reality is often cruel. In the absence of intelligence, he could not deduce those things out of thin air. The only thing he had to do now was to record all the scenes so that he could give these things to Steve when he met up with him, and then let Steve give them to his friends.

Then the two of them waited quietly for the results to come out.

What else could they do? It wasn't that they couldn't discuss it, but with Steve's rambling way of speaking and his unconventional way of thinking, Val was afraid he'd be led astray after just a few words. After all, this had happened before.

He still firmly believed in one thing, and would never do anything beyond his ability. His ability at best was fighting, and socializing was just a by-product. If he could do everything, why would he have ten titles?

Speaking of this, he began to miss the days when he led troops to fight. He began to suspect that he had not led troops to fight for so long that his whole body might be completely rusted.

He was thinking randomly in a restless mood.

Perhaps he had been led astray by Steve, or was too lax, so that he had begun to lose focus during such a mission and did not notice that the guys in front of him were getting further and further away.

At first, those people did not deliberately avoid the pig spirits, and their movements were quite orderly, basically forming a straight line. It was obvious at a glance that their purpose was clear.

The road behind started to twist and turn, without any purpose. The only common point was that it went deeper and deeper into the deserted alleys.

Now, there were almost no other pig spirits around except him, and the scattered corners were empty. His appearance, which was originally as unremarkable as other pig spirits, seemed particularly conspicuous in this empty space.

But Val continued to follow unconsciously until those people entered a dead end, stopped and turned back suddenly.

"You've been following for so long, have you seen enough?" The already frightened plunderers tried hard to straighten their fearful faces and asked fiercely in a hoarse voice.

Unfortunately, the fatigue and fear on their faces made them look more like helpless victims rather than a group of man-eating devils.

Val became alert and was about to tell his plan, half true and half false, when he heard some subtle noises.

This alley is very narrow and there are a lot of debris. The walls are not very high, so it is easy to hide any small actions.

But Val had retreated from the battlefield after all, and no movement could be hidden from his ears and eyes. In his eyes, such small movements were as ridiculous as his own tracking.

He immediately faced the opponent and backed away slightly until he was at a reasonable distance.

As it retreated, two predators who were preparing to encircle it from behind climbed down from the low wall. With unwilling expressions on their faces, they slowly retreated back to their companions.

They could retreat forward, but that would be meaningless as the opponent could escape at any time, and it would be difficult for them to completely block the opponent here.

But for Val, this did not resolve the crisis. The other party still looked at him with vigilance, even with a look of fighting to the death.

You have to know that he came here to obtain intelligence. If the source of intelligence was destroyed inhumanely without knowing the reason, then they would probably have to spend twice as much time to know the so-called truth.

Although that possible truth is completely different from what they need, and may even be irrelevant, they didn't have any goals in mind when they came to hell this time. They just wanted to have fun with whatever they wanted. They had already been tense on the battlefield, and now it was time to relax a little.

"Nothing." Val said slowly. He deliberately slowed down his tone to buy more time to imagine that he had finished the lie he had started with.

But what he didn't expect was that the other party had no intention of negotiating at all.

Val had already guessed that the question raised by the other party was just to paralyze his nerves and improve his reaction so that his companions could outflank him.

But the failure of the encirclement should at least leave some room for negotiation. After all, apart from following them, he didn't do anything excessive.

Wa Feng could already feel the wind brushing against his face, and the sharp stinging sensation caused by the arrow almost made him mistakenly believe that his cheek was really cut.

Although the attack was so poorly aimed that he only needed to stand still after discovering it to be safe.

But this is a precursor to an attack, a raindrop before the storm, and it is enough for him to take it seriously.

Without hesitation, Val took out his weapon and shield from the space. The wooden shield wrapped in iron sheets felt heavy enough to hold, and the diamond-cut sword gleamed even in the dim light, just like his bright and determined eyes, extremely sharp.

He raised his shield and slowly retreated. This was not a retreat, he was just looking for a position that was more suitable for attack.

He had never retreated in war, so he certainly had no right to flee from a playful street fight like this.

But what was even more unexpected was that the expected offensive did not come.

The plunderer who took action was also in a panic, with faint signs of collapse on his face, and his companions looked at him in surprise. The one in the lead was frowning tightly, and the pressure in his face was terribly low.

Perhaps the series of events he encountered brought him too much pressure, so that at this critical moment when his nerves were tense, he finally broke the last string of reason and unconsciously pulled the trigger in his hand. This also explains why the sneak attack on Huaitou was so bad.

But the panic was only momentary.

The guy's expression quickly changed from panic to struggle. Val even felt that his eye sockets were rapidly turning scarlet, red and transparent.

He had seen that kind of desperate look on the faces of many villagers facing death, but not as fierce as this one. When he saw his companions, his red eyes would also show a bit of tenderness.

The leader probably noticed it too. He looked over with a cold gaze and raised his weapon - not at Val, but at his companion who was gradually losing control.

Following his actions, the other plunderers also reacted. They quickly adjusted their actions and surrounded the mentally broken rebel in the center, giving him no tolerance or chance to escape.

"Are you crazy?" The leader lowered his voice and forced the other person to take two steps back, his eyes flickering and he couldn't make up his mind.

After all, compared to the huge team at the beginning, there are not many people left now. Any one of them is a valuable combat force. If they have internal friction again, the team will be completely disbanded, and those guys will immediately run away in all directions without any nostalgia or looking back.

This is not what he wants.

If he could calm this guy down safely, he would temporarily forgive his offense.

"Do you know what it means to attack a piglin in their territory? If we really anger those lunatics, there will be no place for us in the Overworld, let alone Hell. When it comes to our companions, they are a group of complete lunatics, and no benefits can move them."

The mentally broken plunderer's hands were shaking, and he didn't dare to look at the other party. He just lowered his head and retreated. His hands that were originally holding the crossbow gradually relaxed, as if he had made his own decision.

440 No Turning Back

Val was watching this large-scale ** drama with great interest. He was so engrossed in watching it that he stood there without even moving an inch.

Rather than forcing him to question while things were going wrong, it would be better to wait until things were over before approaching and asking. Judging from the unfortunate guy's mentality, if he took another step forward, he might actually start a fight right there.

Judging by the attitude those people were displaying, if a fight really broke out, it would be difficult for him to ask any more questions. Not only would he not get any answers, but he might even be labeled as hostile by the other side. No matter how he looked at it, it was not worth it.

Val was unlikely to be distracted by unnecessary emotions and make an inappropriate decision when it came to such basic decisions and reasoning, unless Steve intervened. So he was patiently waiting for a conclusion from them.

Until a tiny sound mixed in the noise was accurately noticed by Val.

rub--

He heard the sound of the bow being pulled, the interlocking mechanisms were tightened, the originally slack bowstring was also tightened, and the weapon sharp enough to take a person's life was slowly pushed up, aimed, and the trigger was pulled.

shhh-

Val raised his shield, and the flint arrows pierced through the solid wooden shield without any penetration.

He tilted his shield slightly and glanced at those guys out of the corner of his eye, remembering the scene before he raised the shield.

Those guys were clearly still arguing, but the expressions on their faces had changed strangely. They were still arguing, but their eyes were focused on him at the same time. One or two of their team of less than a dozen people had quietly left his sight at some point.

Such a simple change was enough to arouse his vigilance, so when he heard the unusual sound, he raised his shield without hesitation.

He now understood very well that he had misjudged something before. Just because they didn't have much trust in each other didn't mean they had no tacit understanding.

The guy's collapse was not acted. They just reached some kind of agreement when he collapsed that he had no way of knowing about, and then tried their best to strangle him.

"Damn it." The leader of the raiders stared at the piglin holding up his shield. They had never imagined that their sudden attack would be blocked by something they had never seen before.

He had never taken the strange things in the other party's hands seriously before, but it was this lack of attention and the lack of information that caused their sneak attack to fail.

They now have no means to hold the other party back. If the other party turns around and runs away, they can only watch him run away.

This means that their situation has taken a turn for the worse and there is no way back.

The raider leader could already foresee that the other party would panic and run back to their group, and then tell them the crux of the matter. The angry piglins would come to surround them in a mighty and desperate manner.

They will be completely drowned and torn apart, and his ambitions will disappear with his own death.

Do not!

His eyes widened in horror, his brain working frantically, as if he wanted to reject such an outcome.

He subconsciously looked at the edge of the fortress. This not-so-thick wall separated two worlds - the other side was not freedom.

He wanted to escape. They could hide anywhere in this vast and underdeveloped world, but when he thought of those two guys, he began to turn pale. Even though he knew that the outside world was vast and even though he knew that the probability of running into those two guys was extremely low, he couldn't help but tremble all over when he thought of this possibility.

Especially that black, bottomless, unfathomable existence. He would rather die here than face that abyss-like existence.

As the leader of the plunderers, all his calmness is just a guarantee when he is sure of victory. Once he is forced into a dead end, he will be crazier than all the plunderers here and will not care about the cost.

His bloodshot eyes looked at his accomplices who launched the attack, like a man-eating beast.

Piglins will not vent their anger on "innocents". Only those who officially launch an attack will be marked by them as those who should be torn apart, so as long as a few of the damned guys are sacrificed, he will be safe.

As for making a comeback and any ambitions, you have to live well before you can think about those things.

He raised his hand, and without any hesitation, the crossbow in his hand pointed steadily at his companion, the companion who accepted his orders and acted without hesitation.

As for the fact that he was the one who initiated the attack order, it doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is that everyone who knows about it keeps their mouths shut.

He would not feel the slightest bit of guilt. All the plunderers here were doing it for profit, even the two who acted without hesitation did so for profit.

He slowly prepared to pull the trigger, but the undeniable movement over there made him pause.

He looked up and saw that the pig spirit had not left, but had even moved a few steps closer to them. There were still a few arrows stuck in the guy's shield, and he had been wearing a set of shining armor that was even more eye-catching than those golden armors.

idiot!

The leader of the plunderers was stunned for a moment, and then he showed an ecstatic look. If possible, he didn't want to sacrifice the plunderers who supported him. This meant that he lost several laborers and did not get any compensation.

But they failed to contain the enemy. This was the price they had to pay. They hadn't expected the fool to actually turn around. Was it that strange thing that gave him courage? But that thing could only protect him from the front and wasn't flexible enough. His fate was likely death.

The Reaver Leader drew his sword.

He did not plan to use bows and crossbows. Those guys were already very impatient. If he still chose to stand by and watch, those who had not taken action might not necessarily do so. But now, he just needed to kill the other party with his sword himself. Presumably, those impatient hearts would calm down immediately and they would submit to him in fear again.

He took two steps forward, gradually approaching the guy who was ignorant of the danger. If he took two more steps forward, the other party would be in his attack range.

But he felt inexplicably terrified. After all, there was a gap in the shield raised by the other party, and he saw the guy's eyes through the gap.

What kind of eyes are these?

They were clearly the same eyes, but he saw a resolute and fierce look in them. They didn't look like those pig spirits who lived a peaceful life and usually behaved in a lazy manner. Instead, they looked like they had just rushed out from a battlefield.

It's like seeing countless corpses...

The predator leader paused for a moment and felt an inexplicable chill. He had killed countless creatures, but those hunting and wars were far from each other. Even the most ruthless predator leader had never had such a fierce gaze, like a polished stone with an extremely sharp edge.

Next, he felt ridiculous about his perception. There would be no corpses left in this world. At most, their disappearance would be delayed for a while.

The war here is not cruel at all, because when the war ends, the dead disappear and only remain in the memories of the living, without any trace.

How could creatures raised under such conditions feel awe for war, or feel it is cruel?

He was thinking this, but his steps stopped at some point, and his original attacking posture gradually weakened. The long sword slowly crossed in front of him. He even freed one hand and slowly raised it, as if it was a signal.

The plunderers, who had no way out in their hearts, re-strap their arrows as he moved, while those who still had a chance to distance themselves from the matter watched silently, only pretending to raise their weapons, with the arrows still hanging loosely on the crossbows, not looking like they could take anyone's life.

They didn't have the chance to come close and look closely at Val's eyes, nor did they think that this pig spirit could cause any trouble, but they still had a way out. They thought that if other pig spirits passed by here, it would be impossible to clear themselves of the blame.

Val moved quickly. He was calculating before his opponent came over. When the opponent reached the attack distance, he moved the shield to the side, revealing his full face. He tightened the hand holding the sword and thrust forward suddenly.

He attacked without holding back, as if he had completely disregarded the danger to his own life.

Because he was very sure that it would be too late for the other party to react. As for those so-called companions, they would probably take some time to aim, otherwise if they hit the man with a sword in front of him, the end would probably not be good.

He still has this observation ability.

Moreover, he cowardly hid behind the shield, and his attacks were mostly weak and powerless. Such attacks could only protect himself. What he had to do was to control the direction of this "war" which could not be any smaller.

The long sword broke through the armor and pierced into the flesh, bringing a clear sense of blockage. Val raised his head and stared at the other party closely. The other party's originally hesitant movements immediately became fierce under the threat of death.