Minecraft: Starting With The Awakening Block Puppet Master

"How did you save me?"

Wu Nian shook his dizzy head, feeling a little depressed.

At first, he was pinched by the big hand transformed by the Wither King and was about to die. He only saw Wither Xiao Ke entering the hall holding a purple robe, and then fainted.

I don’t know what happened next, let alone how Xiao Ke saved him from the angry Wither King.

Withering Xiao Ke carefully glanced out the window, then lowered his voice to a very low level and said.

"I didn't save you, it was mainly because of the help of the purple-robed high priest. Otherwise, even if I had ten heads, it wouldn't be enough for the king to chop you off!"

"Purple-robed high priest?"

Wu Nian was surprised that during the period when the Withering Clan lived, they did not know of any purple-robed high priest.

"Why did the high priest you mentioned want to save me? Besides, why is the high priest so proud that even the supreme king of the Wither clan has to give him face?"

Wither Xiao Ke put down the recovery potion in his hand and replied softly.

"It's normal that you don't know. This purple-robed high priest

The one who was recently rewarded was a foreigner. "

"We don't know his specific name. Because he often wears purple robes, we call him the High Priest in Purple Robes."

Withering Xiaoke pointed at the purple robe Wu Nian was wearing and said again.

"Of course, he asked me to put on the purple robe you are wearing."

Wu Nian understood clearly and slowly stroked the purple robe in his hand, not feeling anything special about it.

This is just an ordinary robe.

"Foreign race? The other party is also a player like me?" Wu Nian asked again.

If this is the case, it would make sense for the other party to save him.

Withering Xiao Ke smiled and shook his head and replied.

"Do you think it's possible? Our Wither clan is very xenophobic. It's not like you don't know that."

"He is a little white skeleton from the upper world. He can be regarded as our close relative."

As Withered Xiao Ke was speaking, he was suddenly stunned for a moment, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Wu Nian, who has turned into a skeleton, looks a bit like the high priest in his purple robe!

Is it an illusion?

Wu Nian felt a little frightened when Xiao Ke looked at him. He looked at the bloody scene on his body again, and a feeling of sadness and inferiority welled up in his heart.

"What's wrong? Am I a little ugly like this!"

"No, no, no!" Wither Xiaoke came back to his senses and explained quickly.

"You also know that the aesthetics of our skeletons only depends on personality, not appearance!"

"I just feel like you look more and more like a skeleton now, hahaha."

Whether they are the white skeletons in the upper realm or the withered skeletons in the lower realm, they are born without a trace of flesh and blood.

The reason why wither skeletons can produce intelligence like other races is because they themselves have produced the source of wither.

This withering origin is like the flesh, flesh and heart of withering skeletons, allowing them to live like normal creatures.

This is also the reason why Wu Nian is still alive despite losing most of his flesh and blood.

His awakened profession is the A-level withering prince. While possessing flesh and blood, he also gave birth to a withering origin.

In other words, the flesh and blood that this withered origin is replacing at this time is working.

Wu Nian wanted to get up, but was pushed back by Wither Xiaoke.

"As you can see, there are guards outside the door. It's impossible for you to escape."

Wu Nian's eyes flashed with light, his exposed teeth clenched, he turned on the system and looked out the window.

The three skeletons outside are all at level 20. Not to mention that he is now severely disabled, even in his prime, he could only be beaten!

"No! I have to find a way out! Only in this way can I possibly avenge this skinning and flesh-digging!"

Wu Nian gritted his teeth, and the anger in his heart continued to surge.

Withering Xiaoke had no choice but to pick up the recovery potion and feed the other party some more, and softly persuaded him.

"We can't rush this matter. You are so injured now that there is no possibility of escaping. It's better to heal your injuries here first, wait and see what happens, and take each step step by step."

Withering Xiaoke's thinking is also very simple. She is very satisfied if the other party can save his life.

Wu Nian took a deep breath and regained clarity in his mind. He felt that what Withered Xiao Ke said was reasonable.

Now that I am lucky to be able to save my life, how can I still hope to escape from here?

After more than half an hour, with the help of the recovery potion, Wu Nian's injuries finally stabilized, and his spirit became much clearer.

"Okay, you go out quickly, so as not to be suspected by others."

Wu Nian's voice was very soft, almost like a breeze coming from his throat.

Withering Xiaoke understood what the other party meant, tidied up a little, and was about to leave.

Before leaving, she still said a little worriedly.

"Take good care of yourself. If you want to do something, please discuss it with me. Don't act alone."

Withered Xiaoke said this very euphemistically, meaning he warned Wu Nian not to think about escaping.

Even if you want to run away, you should tell her, maybe she can help her.

…

On the other side, Ji Xin walked out of the crack in space.

He looked around and frowned.

He had only thought about how to get rid of the Withering King before, but he had ignored the most important detail, how to get in!

The Valley of Soul Sand is so big, and without a guide, the possibility of getting lost in it is too high.

"Impulsive! Too impulsive, too little preparation." Ji Xin criticized himself, paced and began to think of a solution.

He was not steady in what he did, but he was definitely well prepared. This was the first time he was at a loss as he was today.

"Care leads to chaos! You must pay attention to this in the future!"

It's not terrible to make mistakes, just remember to avoid them as much as possible in the future. After all, there are no born saints.

Now the Piglin King is rushing to the battlefield, and time waits for no one, so he has to bite the bullet and go in.

Ji Xin waved his hand to control a block to float, and jumped on it with both feet.

The slowing effect of soul sand is simply a big killer hidden in the dark.

But for Ji Xin, it's not a big deal.

He has the head of Disaster Resurrection, and can control cubes to fly. Even if he is really lost, he can easily escape.

Just when Ji Xin was about to enter the Valley of Soul Sand, a pig roared behind him, and a pig spirit team came behind him at some point.

"Lord Ji, don't leave! Lord Ji, don't leave!"

Ji Xin turned around and looked. He recognized the person who came. It was Wuyou, the pig spirit whom he helped during the coming-of-age ceremony.

"Pigling Wuyou?"

"Yes, yes! It's the little one."

Seeing that Piglin Wuyou had caught up, he let out a long breath.

His attitude was very low. Even the Pig Spirit King had to respect the man in front of him, and he didn't dare to have any airs.