((I don't know about the creeper king, Oxus, yet. don't tell me...))
"Is that true?" I ask Crafter.
"Guys, task at hand or what?" I giggle, "Look, as much as I enjoy your entertaining fights, we got Shado to take care of."
"Hunter is right. A creeper king hasn't been seen for a long, long time," Crafter says. "The last time someone saw a creeper king was during the Great Zombie Invasion, but as the story goes, he suddenly disappeared in the middle of that struggle."
"You mean he was destroyed?" I ask.
"No, they say the creeper king just gathered his warriors and disappeared right in the middle of the conflict," Crafter explained. "If the creepers had stayed in the fight, the NPCs might have lost that war."
"Is that why the creepers weren't punished after the war?" Stitcher says.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"You notice how creepers don't burn in the sun?" Crafter says. "Creepers and spiders had a small part to play in the Great Zombie Invasion. As a result, at the end of the war, they were not punished. They can still live under the great blue sky."
"But if the creeper king wasn't captured at the end of the war, is it possible he's still alive?" I ask.
"Impossible," Butch says over his shoulder, his staccato voice cutting through the air like a machine gun. "No on has seen him. It's been too long. The creeper king is dead."
"Well, maybe it's not that no one has seen the creeper king," I say. "Maybe it's that no one has seen him and survived to tell the tale."
"There you go with your conspiracies again," Hunter says, rolling her eyes and smiling.
"There you go with your conspiracies again," Hunter says, rolling her eyes and smiling.
I return the smile, but, inside, I was worried. I thought:
There is something going on here and I don't like it. I don't like it at all.
There is something going on here and I don't like it. I don't like it at all.
“You foolish fools.” White Chuckles. “The Creeper King knew what was coming. But here’s your problem, you don’t know much about the mob itself, do you?”
Another creeper hissed as it stepped out from behind an oak tree. I was ready this time. Kicking my horse forward, I turn in my saddle and fire at the green monster with my enchanted bow. The arrow strikes its shoulder, extinguishing the ignition process. The inner glow of the creeper fades, its angry eyes glaring at me.
"CREEPER!" I yell as I draw another arrow and fire.
“Let me explain.” White runs next to Silver. “Creepers are not true animals. Think of them as half breeds. They’re more of a moss monster, if you think about it. They are like bees, ver denfenive. If even slightly agitated, a spark ignights and boom, a creater is formed.”
“They seems to have grown in intelligence...”