Maxwell had been waiting and watching as his kingdom restored itself to before the grasspixie invasion with their use of their great hunt. As he did, he began to think and consider how well his smog grass elementals had done against the grass pixies. This train of thought made him realize perhaps he should use the new necrotic smog types to upgrade them to make them more effective against the next pixie attack.
He thought on this for a long moment, watching the undead butterflies as his thoughts went around in circles about whether he should or not. Eventually he decided he should, as he could feel the eagerness of his undead grass centipedes and undead grass spiders for a round two.
Which, considering how the last one went, wasn't the greatest idea without upgrades to their current forms. So once again Maxwell began to perform experiments with a necrotic smog of anger and sadness. Though this time it was on the smog grass elements instead of the catapults.
As such, he immediately began by creating two grass spider forms but then brought them to life with new types of smog to see what would happen. One undead grass spider got necrotic smog of rage while the other got sadness, and the effects of the different smogs in use were interesting, to say the least.
As the grass spider was brought to undeath with necrotic sad smog, it grew fatter somehow despite only being made of grass and immediately began dripping a highly crossive venom out of the fangs it had just grown. Maxwell could tell because just a few of the drops coming out of its fangs were already causing small pits to form on the ground.
The smog spiders that were filled with rage smog, on the other hand, grew even taller; their spear-like legs were growing even sharper at the tip-like ends, becoming more like spear tips than the single talon they were before. They also had grown a series of smaller grass razors growing up and down the sides of their legs, and to top of the adding of so many pointy bits, the grass spider that was filled with rage smog now had fangs half as long as its own face.
To show the differences between the two even further, the sad grass spider immediately went into hiding among the black grass patches he had, while the angry grass spider immediately began chasing its weaker and smaller kin. The rage spider did not hunt it's kind out of any sense of malice but of its need to fight as a being filled by rage smog.
"While that was interesting." Maxwell said, watching his creation for a moment, trying to be sure what exactly the grass spiders had become under the effects of the different types of smog. He watched for a long while before finalizing his conclusion, which was that the sad grass spider relied on camouflage to let its enemies get close so it could use its corrosive venoms, while the angry grass spider used its improved legs and new razors to get closer and shred enemies.
Though on seeing the angry spider's aggressive nature even towards its own kin, which even holding back from using its sharp razors and spear-like legs was still pursuing its lesser kin with off-putting enthusiasm. Though Maxwell put that out of his mind as he would that level of aggressiveness to fight the pixies.
So Maxwell continued his with his different kinds of smog on the grass, creating two, then bringing one back with angry smog, then the other with sad smog. As he had done earlier, and just like earlier, there were two very different results with the two different types of smog.
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First the angry smog prouduced a grass smog that was far more aggressive, which was startling as well. As had been expected, the grass centipedes were already aggressive to begin with. Though the angry grass centipedes took that to a whole new level as they had a series of what looked like pikes coming from the front of their heads with grass spears coming from the rest of their upper body like their lesser kin.
Though unlike their lesser kin, they had twice the number of grass spears, and they looked twice as sturdy as well as far more diabolical. As the new grass spears on the back of the angry grass, centipedes had jagged edges to them. Which means they would cause a lot of bleeding wounds when they hit. So it was sufficed to say the angry grass centipede was a bloodthirsty sort.
The sad grass centipede couldn't be more different, as it hadn't gained any new grass spears, nor had the ones it had changed; in fact, they were gone. The sad grass centipede had lost all of its grass spears, but in return it had gained a strange poison armor. As it now has a strange reflective green fluid covering its body and causing things to bounce off, as had happened when one of the angry centipedes grass spears bounced off the armor as it charged back and forth across Maxwell's kingdom.
Which was a bit of a problem as the angry grass centipede kept charging back and forth looking for enemies while the angry grass spider kept chasing its lesser kin. Maxwell was about to order them slot stop and figure out what to do with them. Which would bring this time of experimentation to a close when he felt it.
The happiness of his smog roots, who were keeping out of his experiments because they were doing well enough on their own. He felt their excitement as they sent him an imagine of their victory as a picture of the escaped commander trapped in some hodgepodge creature of theirs. The creature soon enough presented itself to Maxwell, bursting out of the ground to bring his captive to the ruler of the small undead realm.
"While it appears I've got guests." Maxwell said with a bit of nervous excitement, wondering how the conversation would go. As he also ordered the rage grass spider and rage grass centipede to stand down as both had charged at the new undead creation the moment they had noticed it, not knowing it was a creation of the smog root fist using their operating chambers below.
Soon enough, the strange and rather large worm had made its way over, bowing before Maxwell the skull fort before presenting its prize. The undead marionette did this by opening its mouth and dragging out Wormer with its root holding up by his arms and legs so that the captured blay gazed upon the greatness of its ruler.
Though as Maxwell looked at the captive and kept gazing at him, a thought kept bouncing around in his skull that eventually he had to give voice to. "How exactly is a voiceless skull supposed to talk to some kind of worm pixie using necrotic magic without killing him?" Maxwell asked this very serious question that stopped him from beginning the dialogue with the captured commander and starting the very first step in establishing himself as an intelligent ruler instead of another mindless undead who merely hated the living.