3/19/2023 0 Comments Hive defender hive warrior![]() ![]() As things were now, the thirty thousand drones were just the tip of the iceberg, as he also had thousands of eggs waiting to hatch and five hundreds more were produced every day. There were now ten active Broodmothers in the Hive, plus another one that still had to fully develop, and each of them was able to lay about 50 eggs per day, though until recently the Vex Queen had kept the production well under that limit in order to allow the mold-wax to grow. Luckily, the last part was actually going on pretty fine. ![]() Even without an active threat, he was busy managing his territories, trying to learn how to control his aura (this thought made him grimace a bit) and, most importantly, increasing the number of drones in order to prepare for the alleged orc army that would soon invade Brettholz. But as things were now, he couldn’t pry whatever secrets the Vex part of his mind was holding no matter how hard he tried, so he’d have to just proceed as usual and hope that nothing vital was being hidden from him.īesides, he had more urgent things to think about. ![]() After all, knowing about his abilities beforehand would help him plan ahead. That seemed to be a trend with his instinctual knowledge, to withhold information from him until he could actually make use of it -he hadn’t been aware of the Broodmothers either until he had gathered enough supplies to actually feed one, for example- and as far as he was concerned, that was a huge pain in the ass. The Vex Queen was kinda irked that his instincts hadn’t informed him of this ability sooner, though admittedly he couldn’t have used it before, since in the forest he needed all of his drones on active duty. Apparently, as his instincts had suggested to him, Vex drones could be given the command to go into hibernation and if they were surrounded by a cocoon of mold-wax they could remain in that state almost indefinitely. Then there were 11,115 Warrior Drones, 6,321 Flyers, 988 Heavies and about four thousand other miscellaneous drones, but most of those forces were currently in hibernation, a trick which had spontaneously popped inside of Marcus' mind a few months before, when he had worried about how to feed his troops during the winter. However, the upside of this abnormal growth rate was that his drones didn't risk starving any time soon, even if their numbers grew to three times their current ones. Sure, picking up the stuff closer to their base would have been easier, but without being regularly trimmed the mold-wax would have expanded well past the borders of the Vex territories -hell, at the rate it had been growing it would have already engulfed half of the province of Brettholz. What had started as a bunch of Broodmother eggs and a few hundreds surviving drones from the battle against the goblins had become a Hive of slightly less than thirty thousand drones, each of them an improved model that vastly outperformed the previous generations.ħ,821 Worker Drones were currently the most active, as he could see them walking back and forth from the borders of his territories in order to collect mold-wax. His Hive had grown to the point that he didn't need to fear his neighbours anymore, as he had the military might to easily overwhelm the goblins -and probably even the forces of Brettholz, though he really wished he would never need to do that. Flying on top of his Wyvern Drone, he could see his lands as clearly as an incredibly detailed map, and though the chilly air made him shiver even under his coat he could feel his mood improve considerably.įor the first time ever since he was born in this world he felt safe and at home. To Marcus, however, this view inspired nothing but a deep sense of contentment, to the point that he actually went for some sightseeing whenever he was feeling a little down and needed to cheer himself up. A long strip of land, about 15 kilometers long and 8 kilometers wide, was entirely covered in a gray, translucent substance which encroached everything, drowning the vegetation under a living, all-devouring blanket and turning what had once been a bucolic countryside into an alien and disturbing landscape. There was, however, a place that was untouched by the arrival of spring. The sun was shining bright in the sky, melting down the last remnants of snow from the now green fields mottled with flowers while countless birds flocked in the sky, seemingly celebrating the end of the winter with their singing. ![]()
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