The Complete Elementia Chronicles: Quest for Justice; The New Order; The Dusk of Hope; Herobrine’s Message. Sean Wolfe Fay
have repealed that sigh if it were possible after seeing that the track in front of him was packed with the biggest swarm of Zombies he had ever encountered. There must have been at least twenty of them. And what’s more, he could see the sinkhole about twenty blocks behind them. He could only run over a few Zombies before he would have to jump out of the vehicle and face the rest on foot.
As the train sped towards the Zombies, they turned their attention to it and started mindlessly lumbering towards Stan. Stan stood up in the train car, his axe raised, ready to fight off any Zombies that tried to immediately attack him. The train hit the Zombie horde, and it plowed through the centre, automatically disintegrating about five of the twenty fiends. Stan jumped out of the car and ran back towards the sinkhole.
He slid down the sandy cliff with the Zombies in hot pursuit, and as he did, he saw Charlie, Kat and Rex outside engaged in a battle with two Spiders and a Skeleton. The Spiders were engaged and dying fast, but the Skeleton was far out of Stan’s friends’ range. He raised his axe and threw it at the Skeleton, clobbering it with one blow. At the same time, Kat stabbed the Spider’s eyes out and Charlie cut open the arachnid’s stomach with his pickaxe, tossing the corpse aside. Stan snatched up his axe from the dead Skeleton and joined his friends.
“Hey, he lives! Good to see you, Stan!” exclaimed Charlie, smiling.
Rex jumped up to lick him, Lemon rubbed up against his leg and purred, and Kat asked him where he’d been.
“Boy, guys, do I have a ton to tell you, but we’ve got other problems at the moment!” Stan yelled. The wave of Zombies had started to pour into the sinkhole. Charlie and Kat stared at the rotten green wave with dropped jaws of horror.
“What did you do?” screamed Kat.
“I don’t know. They just spawned! We’re gonna have to fight them!” Stan yelled over the moaning.
“We can’t possibly take down a Zombie horde that size, and we can’t go back inside either. The monsters already broke the door down!” exclaimed Charlie, panicking.
“We’ll have to try,” yelled Stan, and he killed the first undead mob with three swift axe blows to the chest. Kat, Charlie and Rex all rushed in to fight as well.
It was mayhem. Every Zombie they killed was replaced by what appeared to be two more flooding in from above the sinkhole. Stan gritted his teeth, and as he hacked and slashed his way through the horde, all he could think was, where are they all coming from?
In time, despite the rapid hacking, slashing, stabbing and biting of the three players and dog, the unending swarm of undead pushed them back against the wall of the sinkhole. Stan was starting to think about giving up from exhaustion and the sheer overwhelming number of Zombies when he heard a scream from above.
“Yaaaaaa-hoooooo!” the player yelled as he landed in front of the players. There was a metallic clang from his boots as he yelled, which was odd because they were made of leather and were glowing. Stan guessed that they had been enchanted to absorb fall damage. The player whipped out a diamond sword that was also glowing. As the Zombies closed in on him, he swung his sword back behind his head with his right hand and then swung it around him, cutting every Zombie in the front row of the onslaught.
Stan felt a powerful wave of energy emit from the glowing blade, and he could tell that it was no ordinary sword. Indeed, all the Zombies in the front row were knocked back by the invisible shockwave emitted by the sword, falling into the ones behind them and reducing the entire Zombie attack to a squirming pile of disorientation.
The player turned to face Stan and the others. He was dressed exactly the same as Stan, the standard look for Minecraft, but he had dark shades that covered his eyes. “Hey, guys!” he exclaimed. He had a heavy New York accent. “I thought you guys could use some help, so I’m gonna help you fight these stupid mobs off. Just FYI, there was an old dungeon caved in next to the train tracks with a Zombie spawner inside. Don’t worry though – I destroyed it. The Zombies’ll stop coming. All that we have to do is fight off the rest of these Zombies down here, and we’re home free. Don’t say anything. Just fight, and then we’ll talk.”
The player turned around, sheathed his diamond sword, and drew another one from the other side of his belt, this one made of iron but with a distinct red glow to it. Stan was too amazed by this saviour who had descended from nowhere to question him, at least until he and his friends were out of immediate danger. The Zombie horde was back on its feet by now, and Stan rushed in to greet the Zombies, exhilarated by the fact that there would be no more of them coming.
Though he was busy bringing down Zombie after Zombie with his axe, Stan couldn’t help but be amazed by the capacity for fighting that this mysterious player displayed. It was soon apparent what the glowing red enchantment on the iron sword was. The first time the player slashed a Zombie across the chest, the Zombie burst into flames, as if the night were over and the sun had come back up. This sword with the Fire Aspect enchantment cut through the Zombies with a level of sword-fighting expertise that Stan had never seen before, leaving the unfortunate victims as lifeless, flaming corpses on the ground.
By the time they were down to the last five Zombies, Stan, Kat, Charlie and even Rex had stopped fighting and simply stood out of the player’s way. They watched in awe as the player stabbed through one Zombie, threw it into two more and then rolled over to the three Zombies and killed them all with one downward thrust. He spun around and parried another Zombie’s attacking arm to the side, cutting the Zombie in two at the waist as he ducked under the monster’s armpit. Finally, he swung his arm backwards and decapitated the last Zombie, which was right behind him, without even looking to see where it was. With that, the player sheathed his iron sword and gave a sigh of relief.
The most impressive thing, however, was that though Stan and Charlie had dents in their iron chestplates and Kat had dents all over her full iron body armour from being repeatedly hit by the Zombies, as the sun rose Stan could not see one scratch on the mysterious player with shades. He did not wear any armour. He had pulled off the leather boots after landing in the sinkhole. This player had fought the entire battle completely unprotected, and he had not taken a single bit of damage.
Whoever this player is, thought Stan, I’m glad he’s on our side.
“That was amazing!” said Charlie, coming over and shaking the player’s hand. “My name is Charlie, and these are my friends, Kat and Stan.” They both nodded, distinguishing themselves. “What’s your name?”
“They call me DieZombie97,” said the player, wiping some sweat off his brow. “Former head of the Brotherhood of Elite Hunters, three-time champion of the Grand Elementia Spleef League world tourney, and self-proclaimed King of the Desert. However, you may call me DZ,” he added with a smile. “May I ask what you three are doing out here? Very few people choose to camp alone out here with all the monsters and nomads that roam this sandy wasteland.”
“Well, we’re kind of on a mission right now, and there are certain people we’d like to avoid,” said Stan, presently wary about giving away too much information to this stranger, even if he had just saved their lives. “What about you? I assume you live out here, Mr King of the Desert, and you don’t even have armour!”
“Excellent point, my young friend,” said DZ, leaning against the sandstone at the bottom of the sinkhole wall. “Well, the reason I live out here by myself is that I have found it to be a very pleasant life, detaching myself from the insanity of the modern world. I used to be very successful back in my day – you’ll forgive me for bragging – but I have found that it is quite nice to live alone out here, beating the living crap out of the night folks, and occasionally getting to ward off the nomads. As for the no armour, eh, it’s an old habit from my days playing Spleef.”
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