Captain America felt a headache coming on: “pointed dripstone?? What on earth is that?”
Steve felt a bit annoyed; this Captain America really was ignorant.
How could he not even know what pointed dripstone was?
Unlike himself, who was well-informed.
After some thought, he had to change his phrasing: “They spawn in lush cave biomes; they’re sharp. Some point downwards, some point upwards.”
Captain America seemed to vaguely understand: “You mean… could it be stalactites?”
Steve was speechless.
Why did Captain America know what stalactites were but not pointed dripstone?
Weren’t stalactites just the result of pointed dripstone growing downwards from a block?
But he didn’t say much else, just nodded while crouching.
“Stalactites…” Captain America rubbed his temples, “The only place is probably Howe Caverns… that stalactite cave in New York, it’s a tourist spot. But it’s very far.”
“How far?”
“…When I was very young, my parents took me and Bar… my friend there by car. I remember the trip took 3 or 4 hours. It’s probably over 150 miles.”
Captain America said after a long moment of thought.
Steve stopped dwelling on it and continued building the outer wall.
Captain America had been confused by the questioning earlier, but suddenly remembered the main point: “So, the potion you mentioned, you can’t make it?”
Steve stopped his work again and quickly crouched to show his apology: “Yes, I can’t make it for now.”
Captain America couldn’t understand at all.
Why did this Block Hero keep crouching for no reason?
What did crouching actually mean for their race??
“…Fine. Can you spare one of your two remaining potions? Barton, that is, Hawkeye, has a severe injury on his left leg. He is a key combatant; the camp can’t do without him. Please.”
Captain America thought he would have to do some convincing, but Steve threw something out without a second word.
A mosaic-style potion bottle slowly spun on the ground, filled with red liquid.
“Throw it at him with your hand.” Steve continued to place stones with a “doot doot doot” sound.
Captain America was stunned for a few seconds, then picked up the [Splash Potion of Healing] from the ground and nodded solemnly: “Thanks.”
“What does ‘Thanks’ mean?” Steve suddenly asked.
Captain America was taken aback: “It’s just… uh, when someone helps you, you have to say thank you.”
Steve nodded thoughtfully, as if he understood something.
Captain America didn’t linger; he turned and left with the potion, leaving Steve alone to continue building.
While placing blocks, Steve thought about how to make more healing potion.
In short, he had to go to the Nether to collect materials.
The reason he asked about lava and pointed dripstone earlier was because Steve had suddenly thought of something.
Before, he had assumed this place was a dimension and that he couldn’t go to the Nether.
But if this was actually an Overworld, couldn’t he just go to the Nether through a Nether portal?
Making a Nether portal required obsidian, and obsidian could be generated by the contact of lava and water, which was why Steve wanted lava.
He had brought a bucket of lava when he came to this world, but it wasn’t enough. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Every time an obsidian block was generated, the lava would be consumed.
But if he placed lava in a block, then placed pointed dripstone below that block, and used a cauldron to catch it at the very bottom, the pointed dripstone would infinitely drip lava droplets until the cauldron was filled.
This would also solve the lava problem.
But he couldn’t obtain pointed dripstone for the time being.
If he could really go to the Nether, it would solve many problems.
Since he couldn’t go right now, there was nothing he could do.
Thinking of this, Steve stopped worrying and focused on building the outer wall.
…
Captain America returned to the medical tent with the [Splash Potion of Healing].
Hawkeye was trying to move on one leg with the help of a crutch, looking quite comical.
“Your savior is here.” Captain America smiled, shaking the mosaic potion in his hand.
Hawkeye raised an eyebrow, not understanding.
“Don’t dodge.” Captain America warned, then violently threw the object in his hand at Hawkeye!
Hawkeye’s physical reaction was faster than his brain.
His hands instantly crossed to block, forgetting that he was still leaning on a crutch.
Clang—
Red particles exploded outward.
When he came to his senses, Hawkeye was already lying on his back because he had lost the support of his crutch.
He looked up at Captain America angrily: “What are you doing?!”
But he saw Captain America just standing there with his arms crossed, staring at him.
Hawkeye was even angrier: “Aren’t you going to come over and pull me up?!”
Captain America smiled half-heartedly: “Get up yourself.”
“You bastard, what is wrong with you… wait?”
Hawkeye was furious, but suddenly realized that he had stood up without relying on the crutch.
He moved his left leg around and found there was absolutely no pain; he was completely fine as if nothing had happened!
He was stunned: “…What is this??”
“The Block Hero’s miracle medicine.
Good effect, right?
Let you experience what it’s like to be Logan.” Captain America patted his shoulder with a smile, “Now Roosevelt has turned back into Clinton.”
Hawkeye was stunned.
Captain America sighed helplessly: “Didn’t understand? Bill Clinton. The 42nd President of the United States. Isn’t your surname his first name? Clinton Barton.”
Hawkeye was speechless after hearing that.
Was this the humor of an old American geezer born in 1918?
Shocking.
…
This place was mostly used as a conference room, and now only Professor X and another middle-aged woman were here.
Shirley Miller, 44, brown curly hair, slightly plump, a member of the management team.
Before the virus x outbreak, she was a 25-year veteran HR, responsible for the camp’s human resource management and job allocation.
The two looked worried.
Professor X read names one by one, and Shirley crossed those names off the list of camp members in her hand one by one.
On the list, more than half of the names had already been crossed out.
Professor X let out a long sigh: “There are fewer and fewer people still alive.”
Shirley looked worried, her wrinkles bunching up: “Professor, are we going to live in fear in this camp for the rest of our lives?”
Professor X forced a smile: “Don’t give up hope, Ms. Miller.”
Shirley’s expression improved visibly, and she became radiant: “Thank you for your encouragement, Professor. I was being too pessimistic. Let’s continue.”
Professor X turned his face and looked out the window: “Next… Michael White. Recon team.”
Shirley found the name on the list and crossed it out vigorously.
She seemed to be in a great mood, even humming a tune softly.
And Professor X, looking out the window, was full of sorrow and looked increasingly old.
He didn’t even notice that a stream of deep red was slowly flowing down from his nostril.
…
One day later, early morning.
Steve used all his might to finally herd all the Iron Golems between the two walls with the villagers.
Now the entire camp’s safety level had soared.
When zombies attacked, they had to break through the first wall, then face an army of 25 Iron Golems, and only after passing this hurdle could they reach the previous wall.
On the top floor of the apartment, Hawkeye looked down at the entire camp and muttered: “Why does this scene look so much like a Japanese manga? What was it called… something Titan…”
“You watch that too?” Captain America put down his binoculars and asked with interest.
Hawkeye sneered: “Ha, old geezers don’t understand the things we young people like to watch.”
Captain America cursed with a smile: “You motherf**ker, my body didn’t grow at all during those decades I was at the bottom of the sea. By physical age, you’re the old geezer!”
“Watch your language!” Hawkeye smiled with his arms crossed, “You used to not let anyone swear, but now you’re doing it with gusto.”
“Mind your own business, President Clinton.”
As the two were chatting and laughing, a shout suddenly came from the wall.
“East wall, enemy attack—”
Captain America and Hawkeye quickly turned to the other side of the roof and looked towards the east wall.
Sure enough, on the street in the distance, a massive black mass was wriggling.
Like a tide overflowing a dam, it gushed out from every alley and the gaps of every building, dense and packed, covering the entire street.
“All combat personnel, assemble at the east wall. Non-combatants, enter the shelter. Positions immediately!”
This wave of zombie horde came out of nowhere; none of the recon team had spotted it.
But Captain America was not nervous; he was even faintly expectant.
It was time to verify how effective the defensive measures Steve had built were.