Minecraft: The Village

The final book in Max Brooks’s official Minecraft trilogy! The Journeying into the unknown is a scary prospect, but together Guy and Summer can navigate any challenge. The two castaways strike out in this curious, blocky world, searching for a way home. As they cross the Overworld--traversing frozen wastelands and scorching deserts--the pair makes an exciting discovery: a community populated by villagers! Guy and Summer settle in to learn more about their new friends, trading with the residents and exploring the surrounding area as they work out the next steps in their voyage. But with monstrous mobs and perilous pitfalls around every corner, they soon find that they might be needed here more than they’d thought. When a villager disappears, their investigation uncovers new foes--ones so powerful that this might spell the end of their adventure. Drawing on the lessons they’ve learned along the way, Guy and Summer must work together to protect the village.

Autorentext
Max Brooks is a senior nonresident fellow at the Modern War Institute at West Point and the Atlantic Council’s Scowcroft Center for Strategy and Security. His bestselling books include Minecraft: The Island, Minecraft: The Mountain, The Zombie Survival Guide, Devolution, and World War Z, which was adapted into a 2013 movie starring Brad Pitt. His graphic novels include the #1 New York Times bestseller The Harlem Hellfighters.

Zusammenfassung
The final book in Max Brooks’s official Minecraft trilogy! The New York Times bestselling author of Minecraft: The Island details the story of two stranded heroes whose block-breaking expedition lands them squarely in the middle of a conflict that only they can resolve.
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Journeying into the unknown is a scary prospect, but together Guy and Summer can navigate any challenge. The two castaways strike out in this curious, blocky world, searching for a way home. As they cross the Overworld—traversing frozen wastelands and scorching deserts—the pair makes an exciting discovery: a community populated by villagers!
 
Guy and Summer settle in to learn more about their new friends, trading with the residents and exploring the surrounding area as they work out the next steps in their voyage. But with monstrous mobs and perilous pitfalls around every corner, they soon find that they might be needed here more than they’d thought.
 
When a villager disappears, their investigation uncovers new foes—ones so powerful that this might spell the end of their adventure. Drawing on the lessons they’ve learned along the way, Guy and Summer must work together to protect the village.

Leseprobe
CHAPTER 1

Are we headed in the right direction?

Summer asked me this the moment we stepped out of her under-mountain fortress. It was a good question, and I wish I had a good answer.

I don t know. I shrugged. But this direction led me to you, so it seems as good as any.

We were heading due west, crunching over the snow-covered taiga with the frigid wind at our backs.

Swimming this way brought me to my island, I continued, and when I finally left, paddling this way brought me to you.

Can t argue with that. Summer nodded, then, focusing on the land ahead, declared, We ve got a lot of ground to cover before nightfall.

Our plan for day one was to traverse this patch of taiga, then the forest, then camp at its edge before setting out across the next taiga. Day two would end at the jungle, the farthest Summer had ever been from her home base, and beyond that was the great unknown.

It was a simple plan, and very doable provided we didn t run into any trouble. But it had started snowing, which cut down our visibility, hiding any early morning creeper or other night mob lucky enough to be sheltering in the shade of a lone tree.

That s why Summer didn t say anything more, not just because she was done pondering our decision (which she was) but also to concentrate on any potential hazards. Surface mobs weren t the only danger out there. There were also those patches of thin, camouflaged snowtraps, like the kind I d fallen through on my first night in this continent. Just thinking about it made me shiver; the covered hole, the freezing pond, the skeleton shooting from the darkness.

More of these natural threats had to be out there, along with the possibility of new ones. This world was always changing. It had happened at least twice since meeting Summer. New animals, new plants, and, in the case of the Nether, entirely new environments that had nearly gotten us both killed.

Had there been other, recent changes to the taiga? If there were, we wouldn t have seen them. We d been so obsessed with electrifying the mountain with redstone lamps that we hadn t even been outside for a plunge in the nearby ice river. If the surface world had changed, we d find out soon enough. Not that I was worried, though. I knew we could roll with whatever was out there. As I d learned back on my island: when the world changes, you ve got to change with it.

And I had, every time. The first change had gotten me the means to make the shield in my left hand. And the most recent world-morph had gotten me the crossbow now clutched in my right hand. I d grown to really dig this new weapon, and to prefer it over the older stand-up bow. First, I could leave it cocked, which meant no straining or slowing my pace to draw. Second, and more important for me, it wasn t a rapid-fire weapon. That might sound like a disadvantage, but at this point I was running out of arrows.

Why not just make more? Fair question, especially if you haven t found the last two books I ve left behind for other lost adventurers, but just know that I don t kill animals for food anymore. I d been too guilt-ridden since slaughtering my chicken flock back on the island. I d tried not to think about that time, but recently I couldn t help it. My original supply of arrows was running out, and, as you might know or might not, if you re new to this world arrows can t be made without chicken feathers.

What would I do? Start killing birds again? Or share feathers from Summer s kills? I d learned a long time ago that sometimes you have to compromise an ideal in order to save it, but I wasn t ready to make that p