freenovelworld Chapter 214: Distinguish right from wrong.
Chapter 214: Distinguish right from wrong.
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just now.
Main world, plains area.
The boundless grassland is all emerald green, and it seems to be covered with a layer of gold powder when the sun shines on it. As the breeze blows, even the pixel-like weeds can create waves of green and gold.
“Hum…. Hum… Hum… Hum… Hum… Hum~”
A gentle and clear voice suddenly sounded, and the girl, as usual, wandered around holding the grass block in her hand, looking for any potion materials that could be used.
(The tune I hummed is: Minecraft My World Pure Music)
The girl had dark circles under her eyelids, which looked like smoky makeup. There was also a long vertical scar on her left eye, and a small bag for storing medicine hung around her waist.
This is an Enderman who is particularly interested in medicine. Her name is Sifna.
At first, she joined the Undead Army with Ander, but Ander was born in the End of the World. As for Sifna... she was a special kind of Enderman born in the Main World.
Although she looks like an ordinary Enderman, she actually stayed in the "same place" as Adrian for a while, but at different times.
Xifuna's potion bag contains many potions that she made herself. Some of these potions are used for entertainment, while others are special potions that can be used by monsters.
The greatest interest in staying in the Undead Army is to squat in the room in the attic of the End City to make medicine, drink delicious stews, and find various guinea pigs to test the medicine.
Some time ago, she discovered a little guy who was completely immune to potions. This aroused her great interest. Even though any medicine had no effect on him, it seemed that no effect could be found.
Due to the guy's special nature, Shivna did not dare to use any dangerous potions on him, otherwise... she would be punished.
"Potion immunity... quite interesting." Sifna muttered to herself while holding the grass cube in her hand. Then a new potion formula gradually emerged in her mind.
"Maybe we should give him a bottle of explosive potion to try, hee."
Just at this moment, she suddenly heard a familiar sound of the Enderman teleporting, accompanied by a "swish" sound, which instantly attracted her attention.
However, when she turned sideways and was about to look back, the guy who came to her was not the person she was familiar with at all - he was not Ender.
The Endermen have a very recognizable appearance. The first is the representative black clothing and purple pupils. The second is the purple Ender particles that will float around the body when teleporting.
The breeze gradually blew up the black silk ribbon on the man's body. He narrowed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and stared closely at the "alien" in front of him.
Shivna didn't have much impression of the man in front of her. She vaguely remembered that he was... Ander's friend?
"Shifna, do you still remember me?" His voice was filled with a questioning tone, but also with a hint of coldness.
In Shivna's memory, when she saw the person in front of her again, a certain figure in her mind overlapped with this one for a moment.
"You are Ander's friend...Qing...xian?"
She remembered that the man seemed to be called this name, because... She would occasionally hear Ander muttering that man's name in her ear, his former good friend - Qingxian.
"Friends... maybe." Qingxian looked at the man in front of him. His face looked very cold, but his eyes suddenly revealed a hint of helplessness.
Think about it, a long time ago, Xiyingna was a little Enderman picked up by Ander, who was not yet the leader of the Endermen. It’s just that the place where they found her was a little... too bad.
Even though Sifna looks no different from an ordinary Enderman, she is an outlier among the Endermen.
After all, she is not a pure-blooded Enderman.
"How have you been in the Undead Legion in recent years?" Qingxian asked.
"Yeah... not bad."
"I heard that you are very interested in pharmaceuticals. Can you talk to me about it?"
When Shivna heard this, she felt that the guy in front of her was a little weird, but he was Ander's friend, so she couldn't be too harsh on him...
I hope he's not a bad guy.
At the same time, in the main base of the Undead Legion.
Herobrine was sitting on the throne, supporting his face with one hand, eyes slightly closed, as if in deep thought or rest. His right hand was resting lightly on the armrest of the throne, tapping lightly with his index finger, and his posture seemed to be waiting for someone.
Suddenly, a string of purple ender particles appeared in the shadow behind Herobrine. With a "swish" sound, the dark figure gradually showed a familiar face.
"My king, how long are we going to have to fight with these players?"
Ander's clear and slow voice suddenly sounded, and he slowly approached the throne, placed his hands behind his back gracefully, and stood naturally behind Herobrine.
Herobrine frowned slightly, then slowly opened his eyes that glowed white, glanced at Ander beside him, and said slowly and thoughtfully, "What's the matter?"
Ender was silent for a moment, his mouth slightly open, but his eyes involuntarily looked towards the other end of the base.
"Your Majesty, I was just thinking about... other areas besides here."
"The situation there is currently good, so there is no need to worry too much..."
Since then, Ander came here only to report the situation outside. As the steward of the End City, he would occasionally do other "tasks". No matter what, he was the previous leader of the Endermen.
Just as he said, the world outside the player's territory seemed to be quite peaceful. At least nothing had happened so far, which made it easier for them to fight for the area here.
Herobrine just nodded slightly as a symbolic response to Ender's words. He has always been very efficient, maybe... we can try to let him go...
Just as Herobrine was thinking about something in his mind, he suddenly frowned and finally denied the idea.
It is better to wait until he is free and choose a time to go look for him.
Except for the main base of the Undead Legion, all other places are filled with that person's spies. Building the base on the far opposite side of the player city is already a declaration of war.
Even after experiencing a raid, players who were given "God's favor" would still come back... Not all players had the so-called "sin."
"Distinguishing right from wrong is the best choice"
"At least for now."