The TRUE Story of the SNIFFER...

Minecraft slow-moving flower enthusiasts who roamed the world during ancient times, players are discovering their eggs and underwater ruins and using them to revive extinct species, but why are the eggs underwater and what caused them? Did trackers go extinct in the first place? Dive into the

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of the tracker. The humble origins of this majestic species begin long before its current rebirth at the hands of enthusiastic players. Large fossils indicate that these furry beasts have been around since prehistoric times when giant mobs ruled the world, but how did these gentle creatures survive in such a wild and primitive time period?

Archaeologists have discovered that the trackers of that era, although mostly the same, had some key differences from the docile variants of the modern era. If they had been much larger than they were today, fossils suggest they were even comparable in size to famous mobs like Colonia and megadipties, not only that, but they would have been and more aggressive too with their robust build, the crawlers would have been facing predators head on. With their tortoise jaws and body striking them with a dizzying amount of force, the trackers faced their fair share of danger, although their natural predators, the Ignacies, hunted them ferociously, the fiery destruction wrought by the Flame Giants proving detrimental to the trackers that sported natural moss on their backs and the defensive blows of the tracker's body proved ineffective against the mountainous bodies of their predators;

However, it was not all that the desperate trackers had a significant advantage over the other Giants of the time when they were a pack as such. They could often find safety traveling in groups of two to three dozen. Loud single-pack footballs shook the ground all the way to Miles Away. Sniffers hatched and raised their young while a community carried eggs on their backs during mass migrations, and baby

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s were born with sturdy legs that allowed them to travel with the pack on the same day they were born. Trackers fiercely protected their young from predators by making them travel in the middle of the pack surrounded by adults, not all mobs lived in dissonance with trackers, although on the contrary, ancient cave villagers described roaming mobs as giants.

Gentiles, there were many benefits to be gained from befriending trackers, having the huge herbivores around proved to be a valuable way to protect ourselves from the larger predators we feed and which they also protect by following migrating herds. It turned out to be a great way to find lush lands,

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s used their powerful sense of smell to travel around the world from food source to food source, it was theorized that they could sniff out food and water even in arid deserts, however, The Ancient Forest was full. of imposing trees and flora, however, where the preferred habitats of the crawlers were with their unique abilities, the crawler species withstood the chaotic era surviving even the creeposaur, but if they did not become extinct in the prehistoric period, when did they do so?

You'll just have to wait to find them. As the years went by, the world changed and with it so did trackers. They became smaller and more passive as the other Giants disappeared one by one or evolved in their own way; However, this new era would provide the trackers with their deadliest enemy, one that ultimately led to their near destruction, but later on, this was the time of the first villagers as we know them. The villagers, like their predecessors, were respectful towards the trackers. They were able to help the villagers with agriculture. Able to sniff out seeds and carry them.

The villagers, if trained, could also make wonderful companions if turned into Pence, as they were gentle protectors and great for snuggling with their soft fur; However, the nomadic nature of the fur-covered creatures persisted from their prehistoric days and the extra work to tame them was not worth it for most villagers, they would simply enjoy the occasional company of these grassy beasts. Owls are clearly the superior farm animal, oh I guess, but look how cute trackers are. Trackers were able to thrive for a time in this new era. but it's never that easy in a world of survival of the fittest, a natural predator emerged for trackers during this period and wolf trackers had to face the terrifying reality of being hunted by an entire pack of predators, wolves were cunning .

I would attack. the weak, when unprotected, relentlessly pursued their prey through force and over great distances to take down just one of the trackers. The hardy trackers made a meal worth the effort on this particular night, one young tracker was separated from his pack while attempting it. With all his strength to flee from the fastest predators, he still couldn't avoid being surrounded as the wolves closed in on his food. Adult sniffers burst onto the scene to protect their pups with furious body slams and sent hungry wolves fleeing to simplify the process. Trackers living in their own packs kept their losses to a minimum.

Much more problematic for the trackers were the zombies that arrived at night. The callous monsters attacked the crawlers' eggs without provocation, just as they would attack turtle eggs protecting their clutches. Trackers often became involved in battle. against undead attackers. However, over time, the crawlers began to develop an unlikely defense against the zombies by digging their heads into the ground. The Snickers became indistinguishable from a normal block of grass and the unintelligent monsters that hunted Mountain used this to their advantage. The trackers slept on a perimeter. around their eggs to form a barrier of blocks to keep out unwanted raiders during the night.

With this, the trackers overcame another difficulty, but what enemy would they encounter that proved too deadly? They were none other than the ancient Builders. These early Builders did not share the villagers. Opinions about trackers haunted them. This act turned out to be just the beginning of the crawlers' difficulties, as you may have already guessed, this period of time was also the era of the rise of the ancient builders. During this time, the Builders united under strong leadership, which allowed them to grow in power and fortunately this ended up spelling disaster for our great muzzle crowds after the first Builder brought back a tracker from his fighter, the citizens.

Hungry cautiously prepared a dinner with it, the crawler meat would overnight be recognized as a delicacy for the builders, the crawler meat had an incomparable flavor, the demand for more crawler meat spread throughout the Builders spread settlements like wildfire and opportunistic hunters saw the opportunity to gain ranks and money like they had never seen before, the ability to produce food was not the opportunity. The only reason they were hunted so eagerly, tracker skins were tough, soft and warm, tanned, they would make excellent leather armor and treated, they could make designer rugs or blankets. Furthermore, the tracker bones were very sturdy weapons and the arrows made from them were as strong as steel. and crops given tracker bone powder achieved record-breaking yields.

The bottom line: Hunting crawlers generated a lot of benefits for builders. The trackers proved to be easy prey for keen hunters. The slow-moving beasts were easy targets for well-trained fighters. Snapping jaws and body blows were easy to avoid if you knew they were coming, the tracker's numbers didn't help them as the hunters could easily divide and conquer, sometimes the hunters outnumbered the heard tracker, regardless of this little girl. herd would have had the unfortunate fate of becoming the target of the builder-hunting pairs. They have been tracking trackers for a while, eagerly selecting one mate at a time in the hopes of a good paycheck, a group watched their prey from a distance as they buried the trackers who had buried their bodies to appear like normal blocks. that they could not deceive.

We hunters finally caught up with them, yes, now comes the fun part, suddenly, they ambushed the sleeping and unconscious trackers, screaming loudly and launching a volley of arrows at their prey, the hunter successfully created chaos between the Pact, some trackers went to fight the hunters, while others. They began to flee, already weakened by the arrows, the hunters were able to draw their swords and sent some trackers who approached them for the rest, they officially handled them from a distance, only one member of the pack survived a young cub hidden behind the bodies of his parents the hunters approached eager to clean the bodies of the hunt today would be the end of this young tracker and surprisingly the help came from the most unlikely Source other builders swooped in to protect the baby from The Hunters today are not these Builders no They were other than members of bash or Builders against crawler hunting.

Mash was a growing organization founded by Builders motivated to protect these ancient mobs from Reckless Slaughter, the leader of the group, a man named Isaac, had fallen in love with the grassy beasts and united with like-minded people, bash preached that overhunting of trackers was cruel and I'm becoming the Builders Guild, they advocated the benefits of keeping trackers alive, their powerful noses could sniff out rare plants and seeds for farming or be trained to Use them as expert trackers, even being able locating elusive warped and crimson forests in the abyss, they were also great companions, strong and resilient, trackers were reliable beasts of burden and any home would be lucky to have these gentle Guardians around to ward off this created problem.

An unprecedented rift in the community of builders and hunters clashed, therefore, not only in the city debating halls, but also with weapons on the hunting ground, they became unable to tolerate each other's existence until the point at which the leader of the builders, Steve, had to intervene and stop. The fight, however, Steve did not want to choose a side, he remained neutral in the matter and the fight continued. If Steve had known that he would depend on the help of these trackers in the near future, he might have acted differently. You can see Steve's efforts. with the newest Minecraft mobs in the history of giant Steve on this channel, so don't forget to subscribe.

Only 6.9 percent of you are currently subscribed, so it would be a huge help and keep you up to date on the rest of the years of Minecraft history. As they passed and issues remained largely unresolved between the two groups, even when having trackers as pets became normal, hunting didn't stop Isaac as a bash leader, he led the projects that created large wildlife reserves for the trackers and facilities to help the injured. The crawlers recover and rejoin the wild despite their efforts. The low birth rates of the crawlers caused a steady decline in the population over time.

Tracker eggs took a long time to hatch and the number of eggs a pack would protect and travel in a year was always limited. For one or two, on the other hand, with the unstoppable threat that persistent hunters pose to trackers, the number of relatives I heard they would lose each year was more than were replaced as generations came and went. Builders started to move on and forget about trackers anymore. The living builders had never seen a crawler, so why would they care? Demand for game trackers declined, but the desire to capture a now rare species kept the threat alive.

On the other hand, it was completely disbanded, too few members leading to the organization's eventual collapse. Isaac never gave up, even in his old age, he still loved the trackers as if they were the Magnificent Beast. I will not let this ancient species disappear due to our own barbarism. Isaac was a respected intellectual and a leader of the Building Community, but he could not ignore this problem. He had decided it was time to retire from society. He wanted to focus on the preservation and study of trackers and be away from distractions.It would help you follow your passion.

He set out to find a nice piece of land to settle on during his travels. He came across a large grass field that was close to a forest and the beach, so he considered it the best place to continue with his plans. Isaac built a cabin to live and work in and the defense did not build a farm to grow his own pack of trackers. Isaac had brought a small number of trackers with him, including Daisy, the young tracker he had saved all those years ago. He settled in and set to work creating a new group of trackers, but it wasn't long before he made a devastating discovery.

Isaac was a studious and curious man, even in his old age he enjoyed observing the world and conducting bespoke experiments. as his pack of trackers grew. He studied them more closely than ever before and with their help discovered a wide variety of forgotten flowers on Flora, but it was in a study unrelated to the trackers that Isaac glimpsed impending doom based on observations of the oceans and climate, as well as With his knowledge of history, he could see that a great flood was coming. Isaac quickly made his findings known to the rest. Unfortunately, in his absence, the builders' reputation worsened until it became that of an old man with a tracker.

Obsession, even those who did believe him were not worried. We had had floods before. How would this be different? This caused Isaac to return to hunt for him. The builders weren't listening to him, and honestly, the ones who needed his help the most weren't them, but the trackers. It had become clear over the years that Isaac's acts of preservation might be the only thing that would keep the species alive, so Isaac devised a final solution. Before he could see his plan through his small pack of trackers he ran into trouble one night, a knock sounded at Isaac's door as he was going to open it three brutal men forced their way into the hunt and demanded that he hand over the tracker.

Eggs, we don't want to have to hurt you, old man, so don't get in our way. These men wanted to sell them now. Exotic eggs to collectors for our Fortune with weapons against them. Isaac could do nothing to resist the thieves he knew. If they messed with her research now that would be the extinction of all the trackers. Hope seemed lost when one of the men began to grab the eggs from the inside, but suddenly, with the defensive roar, Daisy burst into the hunt determined to protect her unborn calf, bit the man's legs and almost gnawed them, the robbers fired their weapons. the old tracker as Daisy quickly beat up another of them Isaac wasted no time as they were distracted to grab his crossbow shooting the third thief in the wounded shoulder the thieves fled without their ill-gotten gains unfortunately the brief fight proved fatal for Daisy the tracker mother He had sacrificed himself and Isaac was not going to let it be in vain.

The weather was getting progressively worse as Isaac worked hard for days. Soon the ocean water was lapping up the sides of the hunt. The rest of the group of trackers had to seek shelter inside. Isaac knew it. Most likely, they died just like him during this catastrophe. Isaac's final plan that he had been working on was to modify the tracker eggs so that they could withstand being underwater, by modifying their genetics, he worked to make them enter a state of almost hibernation where if they were introduced into a favorable climate, They would hatch even if years had passed.

In the end, he did it so that the crawler eggs could survive the flood when water started entering the cabins. He finally made it, or at least he hoped so, unfortunately there was no time. To test whether getting on a boat would work, he quickly grabbed the remaining eggs and sailed to several party installations made years ago, some of which are succumbing to the raging waters. Isaac stored what eggs he could while lightning struck and the rain fell heavily. Isaac. He could see the large wave of the tsunami swimming towards him, where the remains of his tracker heard Isaac close his eyes in happiness knowing that in his death he had saved an entire species from extinction.

Decades passed and with the disappearance of the builders so did all the knowledge of the trackers and the flood that wiped them out. This was the age of the players. On a typical day like any other, a player was exploring underwater ruins when he discovered an egg that had never been found. had seen before leaving it on the beach, surprisingly it began to hatch. A big-nosed mob appeared covered in red fur and with a back covered in green grass. Word spread among players and soon many were incubating their own trackers.