Minecraft: Starting With The Awakening Block Puppet Master

"Wait a moment!"

The Wither King suddenly spoke, looked at the Wither Xiaoke up and down, remembered the appearance of the skeleton in his heart, and said again.

"May I have your name?"

"Skeleton soldier, Xiaoke!" Withered Xiaoke's voice was trembling.

"Well, the name is a good one, but the realm is a bit low. From today on, you will be responsible for Wu Nian's diet and daily life. If he dies, you know what will happen."

"Xiao Ke will definitely live up to the king's trust."

Withered Xiao Ke was slightly happy, but did not show it. After bowing to the king, he hurriedly left the hall.

With this order, she could take care of Wu Nian openly.

The Wither King narrowed his eyes, still a little worried. He waved and called the three skeleton guards. The auras of these three skeleton guards were all above level 20 and said again.

"Watch Wu Nian. If the opponent wants to escape, just chop off both feet without reporting."

The three skeleton guards bowed in unison, "Yes!"

Now Wu Nian has basically lost his combat effectiveness. Without three or four months of training, it is impossible to restore his blood volume to full.

Even if the blood volume is restored to full, the state will not be able to return to its peak due to excessive loss of flesh and blood.

Not to mention three skeleton guards of over 20 levels, now even a level 10 skeleton soldier can easily defeat each other.

After everything was done, Withering Xiaoke left with Wu Nian in his arms.

The Valley of Soul Sand has no end as far as the eye can see. It is just a black "desert".

Soul sand, as the name suggests, is sand full of wronged souls. When players walk on it, it will significantly slow down their driving speed and consume additional hunger points.

The Wither Clan does not have a prison cell in the strict sense. The dark, depraved, and fearful Soul Sand Valley itself is a large natural prison cell.

Of course, this effect will not work on Withering, because they originally belong to the undead clan, so naturally they are not afraid of the souls of the dead.

…

On the other side, on the higher ground, a purple figure stood here, witnessing all this.

He didn't take action personally, but he arranged everything clearly.

"All is ready except for the opportunity!"

The purple-robed skeleton muttered, various images rotating in his eyes, obviously speculating on something.

Snoring, snoring——

A burst of pig squealing broke the purple-robed skeleton's thoughts. Looking sideways, a hell gate appeared behind him at some point.

A pink pig jumped out of the gate of hell.

This pig is not a pig spirit, it is just an ordinary domestic pig from the upper world. If you look closely, it seems that this pig does not even have intelligence.

The purple-robed skeleton put a smile on his lips, put his hands behind his head, and lay down as a pillow, saying.

"Haha! Long time no see, Blood God. How have you been lately?"

The domestic pig tilted its head and glanced at the purple-robed skeleton, snored twice without replying, and just kept to itself, nudging the skeleton's purple robe with its nose, having a great time.

"Hmph! You still have to pretend, since it's just an ordinary domestic pig, then I'm going to kill it for meat!"

As he spoke, a black mist condensed in the hands of the purple-robed skeleton, and extremely powerful fear emanated from it.

Seeing that the other party was about to come for real, the pig's eyes became much clearer on the spot, as if he had gained supreme wisdom at this moment and spoke human words.

"Hey, you little seaweed! We haven't seen you for so long. This is how you treat an old friend. You can't take a joke, can you?"

As he spoke, a crown gradually appeared on the pig's head, and his appearance suddenly became much more solemn.

"Laver? Hahaha, I haven't heard this title for a long time. Now apart from the one I follow, you are the only one who remembers it!"

The purple-robed skeleton couldn't help but feel very good. He stood up and sat up. He looked at every move of everyone in the lower fortress with long eyes and spoke again.

"However, people nowadays are more willing to call me the Dread Lord! At first glance, I seem to be a big devil who does all kinds of evil!"

The Blood God did not transform into a human form, but bent his four legs and lay beside the Dread Lord, jokingly saying.

"The name Dread Lord is quite good. At least it fits your cold and aloof persona!"

A little helplessness appeared on the skeletal face of the Dread Lord. He looked at his skeletal hands, sighed, and replied.

"You also know that I hate myself the way I am now. What you call coldness is just that I don't want to see people with this face."

Seeing this, the Blood God shook his head and quickly changed the subject.

"You guys, one by one, all took Notch's words as fart, didn't you? You agreed not to interfere, but now you are about to take action and punch a hole in the world."

The Dread Lord didn't take it seriously when he heard the Blood God's complaints, and his voice was as calm as ever.

"I have never personally interfered with the development of the mortal body from beginning to end. I have to provide evidence when I speak. Be careful, I will sue you for slander!"

A vein stretched out on the Blood God's forehead, and he was speechless for a moment.

"Okay, I haven't seen you for so long. When did you become so thick-skinned?"

"The principle of non-interference mentioned by Notch only allows you not to interfere with your own mortal body?"

"Also! Using someone else's hand to interfere is not considered intervention?"

The Dread Lord spread his hands, showing a posture as if a skeleton was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, and replied.

"Otherwise you go to Notch and sue me. I didn't stop you."

"Shameless! Laver, you have changed!" The Blood God gritted his molars until he made a loud noise, and then sighed helplessly: "I'm not as boring as you, sue you? I'm too lazy to go!"

After the Blood God finished complaining about the Dread Demon King, he turned to look at the Lower Fortress. The white light in his eyes overflowed. His sight spanned thousands of miles, passed through the obstacles of all blocks, and finally landed on Wu Nian, who was wearing a purple robe.

At this time, Wu Nian was locked in a matchbox made of stone bricks from the lower realm. His breath was very weak, as if he would die in the next second.

"Your mortal body?"

The Dread Lord nodded and said nothing more.

The Blood God put away the divine light in his eyes and said, "Since it's been finalized, why don't you go back?"

"I haven't put my name on it yet!" the Dread Lord said coldly.

"In name?" The Blood God smiled directly, "Is it necessary! I'm wearing a purple robe, isn't this more useful than in name?!"

"Not named yet!" The Dread Lord said the same thing, not wanting to explain anything to the Blood God.

The Blood God narrowed his eyes, and after a long silence, he spoke in a low voice.

"I think you are a drunkard and don't care about drinking. Do you have other goals?"

As soon as these words came out, the Dread Demon King's eyes turned cold, and the faint karma in his eyes squinted at the Blood God, and he spoke.

"What on earth do you want to express!"

The Blood God was not deterred and looked directly into the eyes of the Dread Lord and said.

"It's very simple. I can think about it with my pig brain. You..."

Zhizhizhi——

Before the Blood God finished speaking, the pig he possessed was instantly swallowed up by a black mist. In the blink of an eye, the entire pig was turned into powder, and there were no dropped items like pork chops!

"Hmph! Let me tell you why you appeared here for no reason. It turns out you are here to trouble me!"

The Dread Lord waved his hand and blew away the ashes beside him.