The Complete Elementia Chronicles: Quest for Justice; The New Order; The Dusk of Hope; Herobrine’s Message. Sean Wolfe Fay

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СКАЧАТЬ run like anything,” he said. He looked at Moganga. “So every time there’s a siege, a Spider Jockey comes and attacks the villagers?”

      “That is correct,” replied Moganga. “It would often kill one of us before the Sacred One drove it away, and the Sacred One was never able to kill it, despite his status as an elite archer. As a result, the Spider Jockey will return tonight. If you consider this, and the fact that the Zombies have recently learned how to break through doors, then you will realize that you players staying here will make the village a very dangerous place for our people.”

      Stan wanted to add that that wasn’t saying much, seeing as he had seen three villagers almost commit suicide by walking into cactuses, but he kept the thought to himself.

      “Therefore, I make this offer to you. You may stay with us in the village while you hunt the mobs called Endermen, and in return you will defend us from the siege and kill the Spider Jockey. Do we have an agreement?”

      “Yes, ma’am,” replied Stan, and his friends nodded in agreement. Indeed, Kat and DZ both seemed thrilled about the prospect of fighting a horde of evil mobs. Charlie, on the other hand, still had a hint of the old nerves he had shown so often when they had first met. Stan had thought that this nervous tendency would be gone by now, after all they had been through, and he certainly couldn’t have a nervous Charlie in the End. As insurance, and a sort of final test of the power of Charlie’s nerves, Stan spoke up.

      “OK, here’s how we should do this. DZ and Kat, you stay back in the village and kill all the Zombies that try to break into the village houses. Charlie and I will go out into the desert around the village, and we’ll kill all the mobs that spawn out there. We’ll also hunt the Spider Jockey.”

      Charlie’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth in what Stan was sure would be a protest, but Kat had already said, “That works,” and DZ nodded in agreement. “OK,” she continued, “let’s suit up. The sun is setting, and this is gonna be a long, long night.”

      With an apprehensive expression on his face, Charlie followed Stan, Kat and DZ back to Oob’s house, where they had stored their armour and weapons in a chest.

      DZ’s arsenal was by far the lightest. With no armour, he held nothing but an iron sword glowing red with the Fire Aspect enchantment in his hand and two diamond swords at his side. One of these swords was glowing with the Knockback enchantment.

      Kat, on the other hand, was the most bogged down with gear, being the only one with a full set of armour. She had on an iron helmet, leather tunic, iron leggings and iron boots, and she held an enchanted Infinity bow in her hand. Her arrows and iron sword hung at her hips.

      Stan also had quite a bit of paraphernalia on him. He wore his iron chestplate, and he had his axe in his hand and a bow slung over his back, with arrows hanging at his side. Oob had provided him with a sash to strap across his chest, to which he attached the two Potions of Healing and the one Potion of Fire Resistance that he still had from the Apothecary.

      Charlie was adorned in an iron chestplate, his diamond pickaxe grasped in his sweaty hand. He had the same sash as Stan, but no bows and arrows. Instead, he took the fire charges that he had taken from the dead soldier at the Nether portal and attached them to his belt and sash.

      As the sun sank deeper and deeper towards the desert hills, the sky’s colour shifted from light blue to azure, then to pink, violet and finally, black. Kat, Rex and DZ took their places patrolling the gravel pathways of the village, while Stan, Charlie and Lemon walked down the main street towards the desert. It was like a ghost town. The NPC villagers were all holed up in their houses, preparing for the impending siege. The eerie wind blowing in off the desert hills contributed to the ominous sense of foreboding that now lay around the darkened village as Stan, Charlie and Lemon ventured out into the dune sea.

      When they had gone a moderate distance from the village, Charlie looked at Stan. “OK, Stan, clearly you volunteered me to do this for a reason. Spill.”

      “I wanted to make sure you were tough enough,” replied Stan, not looking at Charlie as he scanned the hills for any signs of a horde of Zombies. “The End is going to be terrifying whether you like it or not, Charlie, so better to buck up now than when we’re faced with that world.”

      Charlie’s mouth opened in outrage, but it soon closed because he realized that Stan was right. Charlie felt that he had become much braver since meeting Stan, but whatever was in the End was sure to be much more dangerous than anything in the Overworld or the Nether. To ensure that he was up to it, Charlie agreed that he should not run from precarious situations when they arose, for the sake of training himself.

      The sun eventually fully dipped below the distant sandy knolls, and the full moon was soon at its zenith in the sky above, the stars gleaming like diamonds in the black infinity of the sky. Neither Stan nor Charlie was able to appreciate the natural beauty around them, however. Both were now preoccupied with the very real likelihood of hundreds of Zombies pouring over the hills.

      Sure enough, it wasn’t long after the sunset that Stan’s ear became vaguely aware of a rumbling, like the sound of hundreds of feet swarming forwards in unison. The sounds of bones rattling, Spiders clicking, Endermen crying and, most prominently, Zombies giving their empty moans of despair became louder and louder until, finally, the first wave of Zombies appeared.

      Stan and Charlie rushed into action. There were hundreds of targets to choose from, so it was not long before the pickaxe and axe, in the hands of the two experienced fighters, had torn, smashed and beaten down dozens of the beasts. However, many more were now thronging towards the village. Stan rushed to engage them. Charlie was about to follow suit when he saw a sight that made his stomach dissolve.

      Another wave of monsters had appeared over the horizon, this one composed not just of Zombies but of Skeletons, Spiders, Creepers and Endermen as well. And leading the charge, ordering the attack on the village by gesturing with its hand, was a Skeleton that was sitting, bow in hand, on the back of a Spider: the Spider Jockey.

      Charlie knew that this was his fight. He had to be the one to obliterate that Spider Jockey. However, he knew that he could not do that with all the other hostile mobs streaming onwards. Formulating a plan, he pulled out a TNT block and a redstone torch that he had got from the dead soldier, placed it on the ground, and yelled at the top of his lungs, “Hey! Over here, you undead freaks!”

      His plan worked. The mobs’ attention turned from the NPC village, and instead the dozens of mobs swarmed towards Charlie. With seconds to spare, he touched the tip of the redstone torch to the TNT block, scooped Lemon up in his hands, and jumped into a ditch a few blocks back. An instant later, just as Charlie saw an Enderman above him, raising its arm to strike, the TNT block exploded with the same force as a Creeper. Charlie was knocked back by the explosion, landing on his rear a few blocks away, but that was nothing compared to what happened to the mobs.

      The explosion occurred right as the majority of the mobs were over it, and as Charlie looked down into the crater in the sand, he saw that none of the demons had survived. The crater was littered with bones, arrows, rotten flesh, and, to Charlie’s delight, two Ender Pearls. He picked up the latter and looked back to the horizon to see what remained of Spider Jockey’s henchmen.

      Besides the Spider Jockey itself, the only mobs left in the desert were three Creepers, staring at Charlie from behind their leader. One of them began to shake in anger at the death of his comrades, and it began to lumber towards Charlie, but the Spider Jockey raised its hand to signal a halt. Charlie’s eyes locked on the empty eye sockets of the Skeleton. They both knew the same thing to be true: this fight was to be one-on-one.

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