“Well… there go two trees.” George observed as the Feelo-wasps riddled them with holes and turned them into hives. “At least we get honey.”
That was the agreement Remian reached with Bzziezuo, queen of the Feelo-wasps. BZ was newly coronated, and her swarm was actually considered small and weak; given the abundance of flowering plants in the vicinity, she felt this would be an ideal spot to settle down… as long as the Fief’s Lord gave permission.
Also, if the Fire Hornets kicked up a fuss, he was supposed to help her swarm against them. Remian wasn’t entirely sure that was a good idea, but Carrie said that was no problem. Buff alone was more than enough for that sort of mess. Apparently the fourth-tier bear had innate defenses that made him the absolute trump card against bee-type Wilds.
The agreement made with BZ got Remian thinking. He pondered; he consulted Carrie; he discussed with Buff; he spoke with DD; he even had a word with Spike. Afterward, these fo
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Kingdom of the Weak 81. Determination
While Spike was stomping about the Black Ruins and therefore taking all the blame for the campsite’s destruction, Remian was listening to an interesting story. “Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, there was a selfish, secretive but highly advanced nation that hid on this continent.” Charlie said in a conspirational tone. “They had technology far beyond anything we have today, used magic that could turn the laws of nature upside down! At the center of their civilization was the Black City; and there, they sought to defy heaven.” “I thought you said there were dozens of Black Ruins scattered all over the Wildlands.” Remian objected. “There are. They’re all too small to be the Black City, though. They’re just outposts or something.” Charlie explained. “The real Black City was supposedly immense, like a mountain.” “Has anyone seen ruins like that? Any explorers?” “Nope. Not a clue. The largest of the Black Ruins are far to the south, and eve
Kingdom of the Weak 82. Frontier Defense Force
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Kingdom of the Weak 83. Movements
“Can we build you a home here? Set up a nice cave?” Remian asked. [It’s not the same. Nothing’s the same. And there’s the territory to consider. If I stay away too long, I’ll lose my turf.] “But what if bad men make you crazy and you come attacking us again? You swore fealty on the rocks and Mal’thor-dras. What would happen if you broke your vow?” [Then Mal’thor-dras would strike me.] Spike shuddered. [But you stopped them, didn’t you? That’s why there’s no Beast Wave yesterday.] “Maybe. But I think there’s more of them out there. I don’t think the Beast Waves are going to stop for long.” Remian said. “Tell you what. We can set up a clan of wolfcats to guard you and a clan of lynxmice to stand watch, but you have to come help fight every Beast Wave.” [But it takes so long to get here and back!] Spike protested. “Exactly.” Remian stretched. “It won’t be like that forever, though. Right now, our defense line is moving to Kara-Goth. One d
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Kingdom of the Weak 85. The Hunt for Spike (2)
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Kingdom of the Weak 87. From the sea to the river
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