(NOTE: This is the third book in the Great War Series. Book 1: The Rise of Evil is here, and Book 2: The Call of the Heroes is here. Enjoy!)
The sun was setting. It was obvious the army wouldn’t reach the eastern forests and the Wolveneers before dark, so they set up camp at the edge of the forest.
Steve, Honeydew, and the other commanders gathered around the campfire. Steve began explaining what creepers were.
“Well…from what I’ve seen, they’re these green, horrible, four-legged monsters, each about as tall as a man. They headbutt you and spit and hiss. Oh, and they explode.”
The others shuddered. Honeydew sat contentedly, chewing on a Jaffa. “Sounds like they’ll put up a good fight,” he said thoughtfully.
Suddenly, there was a twang, and one of the men groaned and fell over, an arrow in his back. In his place stood a skeleton—behind it, more skeletons, and some zombies as well.
“****! WE’RE UNDER ATTACK!” screamed Steve. He grabbed the nearest weapon—his diamond pick—and charged, barking out orders as he ran, rallying his soldiers. Out of corner of his eye, he saw Honeydew doing the same and grab a strange looking weapon.
He reached the first skeleton, which attempted to shoot him with its bow. Steve parried the shot and bashed its skull in. It crumpled to the ground.
He whirled around and decapitated a zombie that was almost on top of him. He killed four more before he heard the clink.
Steve turned, and saw a skeleton with its bow notched and aiming directly at him. He new there was no way he could dodge it in time.
Well, this sucks, he thought. Six kills into the war, and I’m already dead. He tensed and waited for the end.
Suddenly, the monster’s skull began to glow, and its head blew up. The remains scattered, kicking up dust. In the skeleton’s place stood Honeydew, holding the same strange-looking weapon—almost like a bow, but held sideways, and with more mechanisms attached.
The dwarf grinned and twirled his weapon. “It’s a TNT launcher. Never fails, eh?” he said as he helped Steve up.
“Nice timing,” Steve said with relief.
Then, from across the field, they heard a series of explosions and screams. The two looked at each other. “Not one of mine,” they said simultaneously.
“Balls,” muttered Honeydew as they ran towards the explosions.
“Do you think it could be—,” Steve suddenly stopped. “Yes it is.”
Ranks of creepers were pouring towards them.
“ARCHERS!” Steve called. “FIRE AT WILL!”
Honeydew grinned again. “Fire is my specialty,” he said, as he pulled two swords from their sheaths. He pressed a button at the base of each, and the blades burst into flames.
Steve looked at him in awe. Honeydew shrugged. “Dwarven technology, what more can I say,” he explained. And with a mighty “FOR JAFFAS!” he charged into the battle.
“Ah, what the hell,” Steve said, and hefting his pickaxe, he too charged into the fray.
The army decimated the ranks of creepers, but it seemed no matter how many they killed, there was always another to take its place. Steve began to tire. Just when it seemed that they were about to get overwhelmed, they heard it.
From across the plains, a howl echoed. Another joined it, then another. All around them, the battle stopped. Monsters and men paused and looked around uncertainly. Creepers hissed to each other anxiously.
Then all Nether broke loose.
Ranks of wolves exploded out of the forest, charging the armies of darkness. One punched right through a zombie; three others tore a creeper to shreds. There had to be hundreds, and yet more continued to pour out of the forest.
It was too much for Herobrine’s army. Many dissolved into the darkness; others simply imploded. Eventually, none of the attackers were left.
Warriors walked out of the forest, led by somebody sitting atop a giant white wolf.
The giant wolf approached them. Wherever it went, people bowed and scooted out of its way. Steve wondered who it could be. Honeydew just grinned and twirled his TNT launcher.
At last the wolf reached them. It really was huge, Steve thought, at least 3 blocks tall, if not more. The wolf bowed its head, allowing its rider to dismount. When Steve saw who it was, his jaw dropped open. “B-b-but you’re…a legend! A myth!” he exclaimed, mystified. The rider looked down, embarrassed, but still grinning.
“I see my Homies have been spreading stories again,” Slyfox said.
(NOTE: This is the third book in the Great War Series. Book 1: The Rise of Evil is here, and Book 2: The Call of the Heroes is here. Enjoy!)
The sun was setting. It was obvious the army wouldn’t reach the eastern forests and the Wolveneers before dark, so they set up camp at the edge of the forest.
Steve, Honeydew, and the other commanders gathered around the campfire. Steve began explaining what creepers were.
“Well…from what I’ve seen, they’re these green, horrible, four-legged monsters, each about as tall as a man. They headbutt you and spit and hiss. Oh, and they explode.”
The others shuddered. Honeydew sat contentedly, chewing on a Jaffa. “Sounds like they’ll put up a good fight,” he said thoughtfully.
Suddenly, there was a twang, and one of the men groaned and fell over, an arrow in his back. In his place stood a skeleton—behind it, more skeletons, and some zombies as well.
“****! WE’RE UNDER ATTACK!” screamed Steve. He grabbed the nearest weapon—his diamond pick—and charged, barking out orders as he ran, rallying his soldiers. Out of corner of his eye, he saw Honeydew doing the same and grab a strange looking weapon.
He reached the first skeleton, which attempted to shoot him with its bow. Steve parried the shot and bashed its skull in. It crumpled to the ground.
He whirled around and decapitated a zombie that was almost on top of him. He killed four more before he heard the clink.
Steve turned, and saw a skeleton with its bow notched and aiming directly at him. He new there was no way he could dodge it in time.
Well, this sucks, he thought. Six kills into the war, and I’m already dead. He tensed and waited for the end.
Suddenly, the monster’s skull began to glow, and its head blew up. The remains scattered, kicking up dust. In the skeleton’s place stood Honeydew, holding the same strange-looking weapon—almost like a bow, but held sideways, and with more mechanisms attached.
The dwarf grinned and twirled his weapon. “It’s a TNT launcher. Never fails, eh?” he said as he helped Steve up.
“Nice timing,” Steve said with relief.
Then, from across the field, they heard a series of explosions and screams. The two looked at each other. “Not one of mine,” they said simultaneously.
“Balls,” muttered Honeydew as they ran towards the explosions.
“Do you think it could be—,” Steve suddenly stopped. “Yes it is.”
Ranks of creepers were pouring towards them.
“ARCHERS!” Steve called. “FIRE AT WILL!”
Honeydew grinned again. “Fire is my specialty,” he said, as he pulled two swords from their sheaths. He pressed a button at the base of each, and the blades burst into flames.
Steve looked at him in awe. Honeydew shrugged. “Dwarven technology, what more can I say,” he explained. And with a mighty “FOR JAFFAS!” he charged into the battle.
“Ah, what the hell,” Steve said, and hefting his pickaxe, he too charged into the fray.
The army decimated the ranks of creepers, but it seemed no matter how many they killed, there was always another to take its place. Steve began to tire. Just when it seemed that they were about to get overwhelmed, they heard it.
From across the plains, a howl echoed. Another joined it, then another. All around them, the battle stopped. Monsters and men paused and looked around uncertainly. Creepers hissed to each other anxiously.
Then all Nether broke loose.
Ranks of wolves exploded out of the forest, charging the armies of darkness. One punched right through a zombie; three others tore a creeper to shreds. There had to be hundreds, and yet more continued to pour out of the forest.
It was too much for Herobrine’s army. Many dissolved into the darkness; others simply imploded. Eventually, none of the attackers were left.
Warriors walked out of the forest, led by somebody sitting atop a giant white wolf.
The giant wolf approached them. Wherever it went, people bowed and scooted out of its way. Steve wondered who it could be. Honeydew just grinned and twirled his TNT launcher.
At last the wolf reached them. It really was huge, Steve thought, at least 3 blocks tall, if not more. The wolf bowed its head, allowing its rider to dismount. When Steve saw who it was, his jaw dropped open. “B-b-but you’re…a legend! A myth!” he exclaimed, mystified. The rider looked down, embarrassed, but still grinning.
“I see my Homies have been spreading stories again,” Slyfox said.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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next part IS out :tongue.gif:
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