Beast Tamer, Wither Skeleton's Storm Journey

Chapter 144 Battlefield Situation in the Main World

While Silla was rushing towards the Hell Gate, hundreds of races were holding a meeting in the capital of Tros.

"The defeat is overwhelming. The power of Hell is too great. We cannot win."

A corpse sat in its seat, looking at these silent races.

"We dwarves are not good at fighting, but we will provide equipment at cost price and repair it free of charge."

The dwarf king stood on a stool, barely level with the other races.

"Dozens of brave dragon warriors have died in the battle. We will continue to help you, but the casualties are too great."

"The monsters are endless, but we are too loose and too weak to fight against Hell."

"We don't have the technology of the ancient humans, nor do we have the determination of the Ancient Human Federation, nor do we have the conquest capabilities of the ancient humans."

"Yes, it would be great if humans could have iron golems everywhere like they did five thousand years ago."

"King of Disaster, there are some of your people among the apostles of Hell. Aren't you going to say something?"

Just as everyone was complaining to each other, a sudden sharp accusation was directed at the gray-white figure in armor sitting next to the corpse.

Everyone fell silent and looked towards the Disaster King.

"Are you accusing me?"

The Disaster King stood up and his tiger eyes swept across the kings of dozens of races around him.

"Why, this is also true."

The one who spoke was an incarnation of Queen Zongbu. No one from other races spoke. Levins was also there, but he didn't say a word from beginning to end.

"Hehe...So, this is the retribution you deserve."

The King of Disaster looked at the people around him and said coldly.

"We are descendants of ancient humans. We were once the vanguard against Hell, but what happened to you after Hell left?"

"We were cursed to resist Hell. After Hell left, humans no longer considered us human."

"We were displaced and many people died. In order to survive, we became robbers and bandits. Carrying the curse, we can never stop."

"That's why some people believe in hell and become apostles. Think about the suppression you've put on me over the years."

The words of the Disaster King made everyone silent. It was true that the Disaster Villagers were heroes, but they were also the only race in the main world that possessed the power of hell.

All creatures in the main world fear the power of Hell, and after Hell left, the calamity villagers were ostracized.

"Well, what's the point of saying all this? The most important thing now is unity, otherwise we will all be doomed."

The human wizard Vader cleared his throat and changed the subject.

"Haha... Anyway, the main world is infinite. How can we eat everything on earth? The Human Federation was so powerful back then, but it didn't explore the entire world."

"Opening Hell, isn't it because Hell can greatly shorten the journey compared to the main world?"

If someone sneers and refutes, naturally someone will fight back.

"What's the point of you saying all this bullshit? Do you really want to die? Although the world is big, hell is right next to us and is approaching us step by step."

"Do you really think you can outrun Hell?"

"Maybe there is a human federation on the other side of the world. Who knows?"

The disputes among the kings had no end in sight, and soon, some creatures could not stand it anymore.

"We must fight."

A drowned corpse stood up and spoke, causing the entire conference room to fall silent.

"Without fighting there is only death. I've been dead for a while, and I don't want to die anymore."

The Drowned pushed the stool aside, picked up his trident, and walked out the door.

"Why are you going? Are you leaving now?"

The people of the End looked at the back of the Drowned King and asked.

"What else? My people are using their lives to buy us time to discuss countermeasures, but you can do nothing but quarrel."

The drowned corpse turned around, disappointment revealed in his eyes, and walked towards the door step by step with the trident in his hand. When he finally closed the door, he looked around the entire house.

"You are not worthy of leading the race forward, and you cannot become a king."

"The main world is too weak. Ninety-nine percent of you are just pawns on the chessboard."

"As a pawn, I want to die with my people instead of listening to your meaningless quarrels here."

Gah..

The kings looked at the closed gate and fell silent.

"He, he just left like that?"

"Drowned corpse, really interesting, but it's only level nine."

"Let's talk business, how to stop hell..."

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While the kings were talking, hundreds of thousands of blocks away, a group of human soldiers mixed with drowned, zombies, and endermen were making a fire in the woods.

"I'm still retreating."

The human knight commander threw the letter into the fire, put the diamond helmet aside, and used a wooden stick to stir the pork onto the fire.

"The meat is ready. Come, share it."

Hearing this, a zombie took a piece of pork, tore it into three pieces, and handed them to the Enderman and another zombie next to him.

More hands reached out, and they all divided the pork into three portions. The food was not much, only five pieces of pork, and there were fifteen people in this mixed team.

There was a small piece left because there was an Enderman standing guard.

"What do we do next?"

A drowned corpse leaned on the trident, looking at the fire in the distance and asked.

"Ha...keep retreating. I can flash and observe. They can't catch me."

The Enderman looked at the fire in front of him and spat out a ball of Ender particles and said.

The zombie lying on the ground nearby took over the conversation, picked up a stone sword, pointed at the sky, and said with a sigh.

"It's really despairing. I never thought in my life that I would be on the same front with human knights."

The human knight commander heard the zombie's words and responded helplessly.

"Hehe, eight thousand years ago, we might have fought together. When did you die?"

The zombie shook his head.

"I forgot. Since I became a mutant zombie, I don't remember anything from my life before."

While a few people were talking, an Enderman suddenly appeared next to the fire and almost got into it.

When everyone saw the Enderman coming back, they were stunned and then quickly stood up from where they were.

"Xiaoxi, what did you find?"

The Enderman named Xiaoxi was panting, pointing his long black arm to the west, and shouting anxiously.

"There is a group of wither skeletons coming this way, very soon!"

"There are skeleton horse riders and wither skeletons holding bows. There are more than thirty of them in total."

Upon hearing the voice, the human knight commander quickly stood up and looked in the direction.

"How far are they from us?"

"It's very close, probably only about a thousand grids."

The human knight commander stood up, then sent a flare into the sky, and then called on everyone else to stand up.

"Let's go, let's continue the transfer."

The monsters all looked at each other, then stood up obediently, packed up their supplies and walked away.

It’s not that they didn’t resist, it’s that they really couldn’t win.

If it's a pigman, it's easier to fight, after all, they are just wearing armor and holding better weapons.

But wither skeletons are different. They wear good equipment, their attacks are accompanied by fire and wither power, and they are not afraid of damage and death.

Not to mention that the order of magnitude is not twice theirs, these monsters would be courting death if they went up there.