Bunet had started this pursuit with angry zeal, wanting nothing more than to tear into the ones that had feared to attack her home and tried to slay her creator. Sadily, the ones she pursued turned out to be cowards, as the same magic they had used to lay waste to her fellow citizens had been used to hide them from her.
As they had grown a tall seemingly never-ending grass field that seemed impossible to find your direction once you were in it as you kept getting turned around and losing where you were when you were in it. Bunet had tried to circumvent this by staying out of the magical grass fields and staying above it, ordering her undead hornets into the grass.
She had hoped by staying out of it and using her inherent connection to the undead hornets that she commanded that she could eventually find the pixies she was after. That hadn't worked out, as while using herself as a reference point for her undead hornets had let them begin to navigate the grass fields better, it wasn't foolproof. As she had a hard time being still as a being made of two hornets merged together, her body's two sets of wings caused her to always be drifting to the right or the left when she hovered, which was bad when you needed to be the fixed point.
To add to her problems, the grass field itself was filled with deadly insects that were filled with nature magic for whatever reason. These insects were specifically filled with grass field-specific nature magic, causing the insects to become covered in rather sharp grass spikes and have the urge to destroy her undead hornets whenever they saw them, not that her hornets weren't more than willing to return the favor.
Sadily for her, while her unending stamina from being undead and agonizing sting from being undead hornets did make them effective warriors, it also made them rather stupidly aggressive. As in her hornets kept getting lost because they would charge at any opponent the moment they saw them, which meant after the battle if they were victorious they had often forgotten the original way they had been facing, causing them to be lost once again until Bunet told them somewhere they were supposed to be heading once again.
The biggest problem Bunet found herself with was the lack of golf headway; despite all the undead hornets she had sent in pursuit of the pixies, none had come close to finding where they come from. In fact, they were having a bigger problem making any headway as the more grass nature insects than when they first started encountering them, slowing down their already slow progress.
Bunet had been coming up with the search for the enemy with a steady supply of reinforcements from the kingdom as she provided the kingdom with the corpses of the insects they had slain so far. But it was becoming obvious she would need to get far greater reinforcements from the hive of the dead than what was steadily trickling in.
So she gathered a portion of her undead hornets to guard her from ambush while the rest of the undead hornet swarm were left in the field of grass to continue the search for the home of the pixie invaders. "Now I'll have bzzz to deal with bzzz that smug Horter bzzz." Bunet was clearly upset at the future talk with her comrade about her lack of progress.
She quickly made her way through the smog wall that surrounded the kingdom that is her home. She made straight for the hive of the undead, taking in the kingdom as it spawned in new elementals to replace those lost. She also took in her creator, the ruler of the realm, who had gone from a regular pale skull to the same color as the smog that surrounded the kingdom.
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She then felt her creator's presence and realized he was awake, causing her to worry as she hadn't asked for his permission before leading the undead hornets against the grass fields of the pixies. Luckily, before her worries could completely overwhelm her, the creator showed his support of her actions by lending her a new war machine to bring against the grass fields.
So with the new siege weapon, the rage grass catapult, under her commander, she got as many undead hornets out of the hive of the undead as it would give her. Then she gathered her newly strengthened swarm around her and charged out to attack the grass fields with renewed ferocity as her salary machine followed behind on the ground.
The rage grass catapult drove below the swarm, almost dripping blood thirst as it eagerly sought the battle it would face on the grass fields. It was not disappointed as Bunet sent a fresh wave of undead hornets to join the others still fighting in the grassy fields, while the rage grass tank simply charged through no fear of getting lost ever coming across the simple rage-filled mind of the siege engine.
It had only thoughts of destroying the enemies of the kingdom and all they had created. As it began to leave behind a trail of broken magical insect bodies, it was proving to be able to just that as it brought down the spiked club that was once it's launched on any poor creature not fast enough to get out of its way.
Meanwhile, Grekal, elder of the grass pixie farmers, watched on in horror as the undead unleashed a war machine that began to trample its way through the grass she had supercharged with the magic of the growth. The insects turned into greater insects from feeding on the magical grass, which kept the undead swarm busy, but they were proving no match for the war machine.
"Curse you, Wormer, what is taking you!" Grekal snarled before she marched towards where the great elder was healing Gressel. She made quick time for her Shepard's size, allowing her to take twice as many steps as she usually would. When she reached the grasshut where Gressel was being healed, the grand elder was standing above him, applying more medicine to the massive marks on his chest.
Grekal waited for the great eldar to be finished with his application of medicine before she spoke. Once he was finished, she began. "Grand eldar, the undead are looking for us; the magic of the growth keeps them away for now, but they have released a war machine onto the field that none of the greater insects seem to be able to slow down much less stop." Grekal said, speaking rapidly, her worry was clear.
'Hmmm," the grand elder said to himself a moment before he responded. "It would seem I might have to begin my grand ritual as well, but before that, what of Wormer has he failed?" The grand elder asked a startled and shocked Grekal, as the grand elder showing his might was almost never done and had only been used when the magical forest of Gregal was being defended from invading armies.
Grekal took a moment to visibly calm herself, then responded. "Well, I haven't been in contact since I made the deal originally; to be honest, he might not have even launched his attack yet." Grekal stated honestly, to which the grand elder nodded thoughtfully, thinking on it a moment before giving his final opinion on the current situation.
"Grekal, go to Wormer and see if he has attacked or if he hasn't stressed the importance of attacking soon to him. Then return to me with your findings." The grand elder commanded Grekal, who nodded and asked one question before she would go to Wormer's lair.
"What if he attacked and failed?" Grekal asked, concerned that Wormer may have already failed them and what they were to do if that was the case. The grand elder stood there a moment thinking before he replied.
"Then if he had failed and died, there is nothing more you can do. If he failed and lived, found out how he failed, then try to convince him to attack again." The grand elder stated simply, to which Grekal nodded quickly before running off to Wormer's lair.
The grand elder stared out after her for a moment then turned to double check on Gressel, who was recovering fine thanks to the medicine. He then proceeded to go into his own private cabin, where the scribbling on magic grass could be heard once again before it stopped and the grand elder began to gather what was needed for his grand ritual.