For a moment the smog filled land belonging to Maxwell stayed energized the smog crackling with energy then it all exploded in a single blue flash of light. Then there it stood the blue scroll once again showing all the things he had gained from his experiments.

Through your focus on necrotic research you have unlocked the following skills and buildings.

- through the creation of an active smog creation you have unlocked SMOG SHAPING which allows for the forming and creation of active smog formations

- through the combining of hornet and butterfly bodies you have created your first zombie combination unlocking the UNDEAD HIVE which will spawn more zombies made out of flying insects with abilities dependent on the bodies they are made of.

- through experimentation with your inherit necromantic nature you have found a new way to rise the undead unlocking the new building GATE OF UNDEATH as well as the ability to call forth GHOST LEAF TORNADOS

this increase in necromantic knowledge as well as skilled had increased your power as a necromantic construct allowing for a faster expansion of the grow your lawn policy

Maxwell took a long look at the results of his recent experimentation with necromancy finding that once again it paid of quite well. Though Maxwell knew that he was running out of things to use in his research and he had to be careful as his the more researched into necromancy the more he risked pissing off someone he could ill afford too.

Though for now right now he would use he gains he had made first he had his smog serpent dissipate back into regular smog as it had already build up a collection of dead flying insects. He then took those insects using hands made of smog and put them together before he began to build the very building he had gotten.

It was interesting to see as a hive built out of the pile of dead insects bodies he had gathered began to form. It was rather amazing to see insect corpses be transformed into pale wax like hive walls. Once the transformation once complete Maxwell was left with a hive building that was a foot and a half tall with a four inch tall door way he guessed was for the zombies that would be spawned out of it.

The building was located near the edge southern of his territory facing north ward. " While I suppose I now have something resembling an embassy." Maxwell said then looked at his only zombie hybrid that was currently buzzing around his skies making threats against any who threatened its hive. " Now I just need an embassador." Maxwell said hoping one of the later spawned zombie hybrids would be more diplomatic.

Meanwhile back at the grass fairie clan grounds to the south of Maxwell's skull kingdom the elders were going about there task. The elders of a fairie clan were an intresting thing as it wasn't necessarily by age they were made elders. No the only elder made by wisdom and age was the grand elder. No the other two elders were made so by other metrics as they were about to demonstrate.

The elder of the hunters Gressel was preparing a grand hunt a rare magical event that could only be lead by an elder of the hunters. It was us daily only called when the greater insects had grown to numerous or one had grown far to monstrous for any hunting party to face. So in such situations a grand hunt was called were the elder lead all the hunters in the clan in one massive hunt.

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Though this is not just a mere group hunt no it is something greater now when all the hunters of a grass pixies clan are lead by a an elder in a grand hunt they all become something else. That become one field of swaying grass as the magic of the hunt takes over they became best impossible to hit as they sway around their prey like grass and became so similar to each other that it becomes impossible to tell them apart the only one able to keep his individuality is the elder in such a thing.

Those who find themselves in the other fell as if they are not fighting grass pixies hunters but feel as if the grass lands had risen up and are not trying to stab them to death for whatever reason. It was a dangerous thing to do though on the course of the grass pixies as the elder must know all his hunters for if he forgets one during the grand hunt they will be turned into grass by the magic of the hunt when it ends.

So now his hunters prepare as they practice every strike they know and polish and repair their equipment until it shines in the light for the great hunt to come while the elder of the hunt Gressel sits and goes over the name of every hunter in the clan as he is determined to not lose one in the grand hunt to come as all elders of the hunt should be.

Meanwhile Grekal elder of the farmers was gathering all the grass pixie dust they had grown slowly gathering it on a cart. That way if they had to make the deal with that scoundrel she already had the pixie dust set to the side to pay the degenerate. She could tell her farmers were not happy having to give up all their grass pixie dust to pay one scoundrels services but they would understood the necessity of the worst came to last and the hunters grand hunt was not enough.

As was having that thought she heard the screams and turned around to see what had caused such horror becoming terrified herself that the creatures the hunter Grokal had spoken of had somehow snuck up on the clan and were tearing through her surprised people.

But no that was not was causing the screams of terror much to her relief. Though what was actually causing the screams of fear inspired a different kind of fear in her as of in the distance the wall of smog that people could see from basically anywhere in the village had grown a giant serpent that was tearing and dragging down anything that neared the same skies as it.

To add to Grekal's fear she could swear that at one point in the creatures endless hunt of the skies it turned to look straight at her with eyes that weren't there as the creature was made entirely of smog but somehow she could fill herself being gazed at by two endless pits. Eventually the creature returned back to the smog from once it came but not before it had collected a toll in blood from the skies.

Grekal then heard the bells of grass signifying the start of the great hunt as elder Gressel saw the threat the smog small now presented so he was going to go and deal with it by calling the forth the great hunt. She also saw the threat that the smog wall now presented as unlike before they now knew the wall could create smog serpents and who knew what else.

The problem that presented was that today you had serpents on the wall but what about tomorrow? How long before the smog wall was sending wave after wave of smog serpents to overwhelm them. So she could see why Gressel had called the great now we'll the huntress still had a chance instead of when they could be buried under a tide of smog serpents before ever getting near the walls.

Though she she began to have her farmers gather the rest of the sacks of grass pixie dust at a double speed. As if Gressel's great hunt was successful they would have plenty of time to put the sack of grass pixie dust back but if he failed they would have little time to hand over the payment to the scoundrel who fight the threat if Gressel failed.

Grekal took a moment to watch the hunters as they ran towards the smog wall Gressel standing twice as tall as he usually did the magic of the hunt making him far stronger than usual. " May the cunning of the Fay and the power of the beast he with you." Grekal said repeating an old fairy hunters prayer hoping for their succuss as the first true clash between the grass pixie clan and the kingdom began.