Turner laced his fingers together and stretched his hands over his head. “And I hope you like fire,” he said.
“Who doesn’t?” Rob replied faintly.
“Fires generate spontaneously,” Turner went on. “Pow! Then there’s things that set you on fire: lava lakes, blazes, magma cubes. . . .”
Rob took this in soberly. If Colonel M. had given up on the Overworld, what chance
did they have of regaining the peace? Then again, the Nether didn’t sound all that
hot, either. Or maybe too hot. “Are you sure this Nether isn’t home to fire-
Jools stared at him like he was crazy. “You’re thinking of The End. That’s where the Ender Dragon lives.”
Stormie put a hand on Rob’s elbow. “But don’t worry. They don’t breathe fire.”
“Yeah, just acid,” Turner put in. “But that don’t concern you. I’d say your biggest worry in the Nether ain’t whether you’re gonna burn up, but how.”
This seeped into Rob’s consciousness like cement into foam rubber. Forget spiders
and the pitch-
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out biome boundaries with enchanted mobs. When a peace-
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Rob was impressed. This Colonel M. was a legendary cavalryman. Just what they needed
to help them devise a rock-
“There’s just one problem,” Kim said, tapping her computer. “The colonel isn’t . . .receiving visitors right now.”
Turner blew out a breath. “So? We’ll go down there and knock on his virtual door. Can’t nobody get thrown out of the Nether.”
“Perhaps because only an imbecile would willingly spend any time there, other than the colonel, of course,” Jools said.
“How come?” Rob asked uneasily.
“Raging lava falls,” Turner pointed out.
“And where there’s lava, there’s blaze mobs,” Jools said.
“Ghasts,” Stormie spat out. “They’ll blow you to kingdom come.”
“And don’t forget the zombie pigmen!” Kim added.
Rob’s eyes widened. “Z-
Kim nodded. “And zombie pigmen could care less about lava.”
Rob’s head was spinning. “Well, at least there aren’t skeletons! That’s a relief.” He chuckled weakly.
“Oh, there are,” Kim said. “Wither skeletons. Tons of ’em.”
“They’re closing in! What should we do, Captain?” Turner puffed in between passes
with his blade, sending still-
The smart thing to do would be to ride down toward a clearing or to an area where they could lure the zombies over a cliff. If they did that, though, they might never make it back up to the viewpoint Frida had located. Rob felt torn in two. One part of him was committed to the safety and success of the battalion, the other was stubbornly determined to find his way home. He knew what he should do. . . .
“Battalion, to that hilltop. Follow me!” He clapped his heels against Saber’s sides and sent him scrabbling for the viewpoint.