For a time beyond counting, the pixie grasslands within the forest if Gregal had remained open. There were no walls nor borders as each clan knew where one clan's territory began and another's ended. The only real thing within the pixie grasslands keeping others out was the fences the grass pixies put around their villages. As well as the greater insects that were roaming and constantly hungry for both magical grass and pixie flesh.

That time was over now, as now there were great walls of solid necrotic smog separating the different territories. These walls also separated the pixie grasslands from the rest of the pixie forest, Gregal, to add to the drastic change upon the lands. The walls did not even have grass pixies atop them in control of such dividing walls. No, instead an entire other force controlled these walls, that controller who could enter the pixie grasslands as well as where they could travel to once they were inside.

This force was the undead truly showing just how radical the change to pixie grasslands was. As no undead would be allowed to exist before within the pixie forest of Gregal. Perhaps you could find one or two undead creatures hiding in a part of the pixie woods of Gregal. Somehow creating a meek and shallow existence for themselves as they hid in the darkest of shadows that they could find.

Now the dead did not hide; no, they now had taken a portion of the pixie forest, specifically the pixie grasslands, and made it into a kingdom of the undead. Where undead insects ruled the skies above and undead constructs as well as undead grass elementals ruled the ground. As necrotic smog covered everything, hiding the no-doubt dark deeds and horrible acts of the community behind the walls that now stood separating the new kingdom of necrotic smog and its fairy population from the rest of the pixie forest of Gregal.

Greero, upon hearing the tales of this new necrotic kingdom and of his people being conquered, had come to bring about the end of the undead kingdom's no-doubt dark reign. Greero had made a quick journey back to the pixie grasslands within the pixie forest of Gregal. So Greero was standing there, the wind swirling around him as he stared at the wall separating his people's home from the rest of Pixie Forest.

"The undead's reign ends here and now!" Greero declared his voice carrying on the wind as he once again held the powerful blade of legend above him, the Gratana. A mythical blade made by the elder crafters of the grass pixie clans long ago using the sharpest magical grass ever produced by the pixie grasslands. It was said that anything in the path of the Gratana would be cut down as the power of the mythical grass blade allowed it to cut through anything with ease. In fact, its cuts were so quick and easy that many had been slain by the blade and never known they had been cut by it.

Those undead tasked with the guarding of the wall were quickly made aware of the grass pixie approaching their post. How they responded was of two different lines. The sad, necrotic smog catapults and the undead butterflies were of the opinion that since the war against the grass pixies was over, the one grass pixie slowly approaching them should be brought inside. As they figured he was just a single grass pixie that had been outside the wall when it formed and as such was now trapped outside of the kingdom of necrotic smog.

Those undead hornets found patrolling above the upper part of the walls were of a completely different opinion. As undead hornets had been led by the undead hornet commander Bunet into battle on multiple occasions, they as a whole had gained some of her basic tactics. Which was effectively charge the enemy until you couldn't charge anymore and don't trust grass pixies with strong magic. As Bunet and the hornet swarm had been outmaneuvered on more than one occasion by grass pixie magic.

So when the undead hornets felt through their undead nature the rather powerful pixie magic the one walking towards them had on him. The one and only conclusion to come to for the undead hornets was to kill him. So they charged the grass pixie with the blade, their fellow defenders, the undead butterflies, and the sad necrotic catapults, calling them back to the wall.

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The hornets did not listen as they had an enemy before them, and they would kill him before he used his magic against the kingdom. Their various different stingers were being brought to bear against the threat they saw before them. The first to reach him was the undead hornet, javelins their great stingers glinting as they brought down their powerful thrust on the enemy.

The grass pixie walking towards them did not turn around to try and flee the undead hornet javelins coming for him. Nor did he try and dodge; instead, he simply swung his sword with a wave of his hand. The swing of the grass blade, to be honest, was less of a swing and more of a frivolous swipe at the air. Though despite this seemingly ineffective and wasteful moment, its effects were devastating as the first dozen lead undead hornet javelins were cut in half.

Their momentum caused their bodies to fly past the grass pixie that had slain them and not a drop of dark blood from their bodies to touch him. The other undead hornets seeing the faster undead hornet javelins being easily slain did not hesitate and continued to charge at the enemy. So it was a moment that the grass pixie and the undead hornets were in a melee.

The undead hornets continued to use their size and their large stingers to try and pierce the grass pixie in one shot through the force of their greater stinger. While those undead hornets blessed by the necrotic smog of anger or sadness used their special stingers to try and match their foe's blade with their special stinger. Neither of these more advanced undead hornets succeeded; instead, they found themselves being slain left and right as the grass pixie seemingly danced around their attack and proceeded to keep slicing them in half with his powerful blade.

The more basic undead hornets tried to help by flanking and guarding the more elite undead hornets. Sadly the undead hornet could do nothing, and soon enough the grass pixie was standing on a hill made out of the bodies of slain undead hornets. Though through their sacrifice, the undead butterflies had gathered a large number of the greater insects that roamed the pixie grasslands.

The undead, dazzling butterflies lead the charge by gathering the largest horde of controlled greater insects under themselves and ordering the charge. While the angry smog butterflies used their ability to cause rage to cause a horde of enraged greater insects to form and attack, reinforcing the dazzling undead butterflies attempt to bury their single foe in a wave of greater insect bodies.

The butterflies blessed by the sad necrotic smog used their ability to create sadness to try and make it easier to kill the one grass pixie threatening them. Sadly, just like before, the grass pixie danced among them, moving like a single blade of grass swaying in the wind. While at the same time it moved, it swung its hand with minimal effort, but despite the lack of trying, the blade still cut down the greater insects and the undead butterflies that commanded them with ease.

Soon enough, both the undead hunters and the undead butterflies were all slain, leaving the sad grass smog catapult as the only one left to defend the wall. So sad, smog grass catapults having no allies to worry about getting began firing their ammo of venom, filling the air green as they sought to bury the grass pixie swordsman in acidic venom. It did not work as the grass pixie swordsman kept moving forward somehow dodging the constant barrage.

I'm not sure at all. The grass pixie swordsman was at the bottom of the wall. The grass pixie swordsman then, without warning or hesitation, leaped upward, his grass blade moving rapidly in his hand as he cleared the wall and landed on the other side. He stood there a moment as if waiting for applause before he began to walk deeper into the kingdom of necrotic smog.

The sad smog grass catapults did not try to turn around to try and hit the enemy that had passed them by. No, instead the sad smog grass catapults had become silent; even the sadness they naturally gave up was no longer present, making the wall truly silent for a few moments. Then all of a sudden, cracks formed in the wall and in the sad, smoggy grass catapults. Then in the next moment after these cracks had appeared, both the sad smog grass catapults and the wall itself collapsed into pieces.

The hero Greero made his way forward, a happy smile on his face. "That was a good warm-up." The hero Greero said before he began to charge forward, having taken the strength of those that defend the walls, and so he was now on the way to destroying other walls as he made his way to the skull that ruled this kingdom of the undead, and with the fall of the first wall, the hero was now unleashed on the kingdom of smog.