When Steve stumbled up and saw the dense crowd of zombies in the distance, and saw that their undulating voices seemed to be in response to the nine zombies downstairs under him, the cube's heart couldn't help but tremble.

A little farther away at sea level, a visible tide of zombies rushed towards him.

There are ordinary drowned corpses with trihald forks, ordinary drowned corpses with nautilus, ordinary zombies with shovels, ordinary zombies with skin bumps, and skeleton Xiaobai with enchanted bows......

In addition to the fact that there are no creepers, other zombies that are easy to encounter on land have appeared.

"I played a horror game, didn't I?" Steve looked at the horde of zombies and almost bit his tongue.

When others play Minecraft, they play a free and easy adventure, or a hearty and smooth construction adventure.

But when it came to him, he had to play Resident Evil Part 55!

This looks down and looks like it's a zombie, and when you look up, it's still a zombie!

It was only now that Steve understood his mother's oft-used words, "Boys don't stay outside at night, those girls are dangerous."

Steve, who had been single for many years, didn't believe it before, but tonight, just tonight, he missed his mom.

Glancing at the influx of zombies, Steve quickly descended the stairs.

In Minecraft, the rule of zombie spawning is that if the MC player is in an environment below visibility level 7, various zombies and skeletons will periodically spawn around the player.

Looking at the dense group of straight-armed zombies and the messy drowned corpses in the distance, Steve didn't feel that the overwhelming zombie horde still followed the refresh rules of the game.

It's likely that the rules for this zombie refresh have mutated.

It has become that if there is an MC player whose visibility is below 7 at night, a zombie tide will be randomly refreshed.

Or maybe Steve accidentally loaded some Resident Evil mod while playing the game before the time travel.

Go downstairs and ignore Natasha, who is still digging in the pit.

Take the wooden shovel in your hand and put the dirt cube in your pocket.

The sound of fingernails scraping wooden blocks came to Steve's ears from outside, and the sound of skeleton white bows and arrows shooting at wooden blocks.

It's like a talisman, stimulating his digging hand speed all the time.

"Steve? What are you doing? Natasha couldn't hear zombies and skeleton archers attacking wooden blocks, but she could hear Steve digging hard with a wooden shovel.

But at this time, he didn't want to pay attention to Natasha at all, there were so many zombies outside, and they all had a expression that I wanted to take a bite of Steve's Tang monk meat.

Whoever comes, no one can bear it!

Steve is not afraid of zombies, he is not afraid of skeleton archers, the only thing he is afraid of is the creeper that may spawn randomly.

His wooden house might be able to keep out the simple arm-armed zombies and the skeletal white archers, but what about creepers?

It was a walking precision self-detonating powder keg.

If you spawn out a creeper around his house.

At that time, with a bang, the improvised house exploded directly, and he died without even ashes.

Little by little, the durability of the shovel in his hand decreased, and Steve was unmoved, he was now going to dig a deep enough pit down.

Then he dug a single space in the middle of the pit where he could rest for a while, and the zombies might be attracted to him and fall into the pit with joy.

In Minecraft, any flightless creature that falls from a height will take damage.

Zombies are no exception.

But there's only one thing on Steve's head right now, how to make it through tonight.

For him, there was too much to do tonight, killing the first zombie with his own hands, being caught by the police and taking him to the Black Gate Prison, then meeting Natasha at the gate of the Black Gate Prison, and finally fighting Natasha on the beach, and now he has to face a vast number of zombies and skeleton shooters.

He was already emaciated, and although he still had seven shiny chicken legs on his body, he was mentally tired.

Numbness picked up a dozen dirt blocks he had dug up from the ground, and Steve could hear the logs above his head being crumbled by his fingernails.

Looking up at the height, Steve was not satisfied with this pit at all, the physical fitness of the zombie was very good, and he was afraid that he would not even lose much blood if he fell more than ten meters.

"No, there are too many zombies I saw just now, and I have to dig down a dozen blocks." Steve swapped out his pickaxe and accelerated at the stone blocks under his feet.

When Steve observed the nine zombies surrounding his house, he had already discovered that these zombies were all phantom-turned entities.

It's not at all the stat-like zombies in Minecraft, you can place an infinite number of zombies in one grid.

Here, if you squeeze a block position, you should be able to squeeze out a maximum of five zombies.

But just as Steve was digging into the ground, a drowned corpse in glittering clothes appeared on the shoreline, standing up from the waves with a shiny trihalberd.

Around it, other land zombies bowed their heads and bowed in salute, while the drowned raised various objects in their hands and roared excitedly.

"Quack Quack !!!"

Such a neat rattle, even Steve in a deep hole dozens of meters underground, he could hear it clearly.

"Elite Drowned: LV5, possession items, enchanted leather armor, enchanted tripartite fork."

"Gah!" The Elite Drowned raised the enchanted tripartite fork in his hand towards the sky.

The sky in New York City was suddenly overcast, and the silver-white lightning in the clouds was ready to go!

"Roar, roar!! Quack Quack !! Squeak squeaky crunch!! The other zombies knelt down and licked under his heroic gesture.

Its elite drowned looked at Steve's crumbling cabin surrounded by a crowd of corpses, and pointed at the enchanted tripartite fork in his hand.

Bang!

A pillar of silver-white lightning like a heavenly sword landed on Steve's wooden house made of log blocks.

Click!

The two log blocks that were directly hit were directly shattered and turned into dust and disappeared between heaven and earth, while the other log blocks next to each other ignited fires, and even some log blocks that had been attacked by zombies and skeleton archers for a long time also collapsed instantly under this lightning strike!

The zombies surrounding the wooden house saw that the wooden house they had besieged for a long time finally broke up, and they were so excited that they were like animals in spring, and they all squeezed into it one by one, ignoring the blocks that were still burning in front of them.

At this time, Steve had already buried his head in the ground and dug dozens of meters deep.

Steve looked up at the burning log blocks above his head, quickly pulled out the ladder he had prepared between them, and climbed halfway up the deep hole.

With a ladder in one hand and a wooden pickaxe in the other, Steve soon dug up a two-square spot for him to rest halfway through the deep hole.

Then take out a stone block and seal half of the entrance, leaving yourself a passage to breathe.

A group of zombies go crazy and jump into the pit that Steve had dug.

"Roar, roar!! (This pit smells of that man, everyone!) ）”