Chrysalis

Chapter 322

"With your permission Eldest, I will leave the council and begin to organise a workforce to prepare our initial fortifications" Tungstant said.

I waved an antennae in approval and the small, dextrous ant climbed up the wall and out the roof of the chamber in a moment.

"Alright then. Pitfall traps, tunnels to attack, I like all of these ideas. What else have we got? How is our magic firepower coming along?" I asked.

The two mages in the room, Propellant and Coolant, shifted on their feet as they became the centre of attention for the council. The mage caste hadn't had a lot of time to build up their raw magic handling skills, and were without the benefit of my own extensive spending on brain power when it came to evolutions. Having said that, they were no slouches in the brain game and were able to choose their own elemental gland on evolution. So there had to be some juice there.

"The number of mage ants we have to work with is still limited" Coolant hedged.

There were over a thousand ants in the colony at this time, there were like a hundred new ants being born every day. How few mages could there be?

"How many are we talking about?" I asked.

"Five" Coolant said flatly.

"Five?!" I sputtered.

"Oh, seven including Coolant and I" Propellant offered helpfully.

Holy moly.

do we have so few mages? When fighting against a huge horde, like the one coming to kill us right now, more mage ants would

with deadly fire, torching dozens of monsters with flamethrower like magic before retreating through the tunnels

into the soldier caste recently" Antionette informed me,

I could understand, but

to map out the skill paths from scratch and explore methods to raise up the future generations of mage ants" Propellant told me ruefully. "We didn't anticipate a need for a number of

To clear away large amounts of weak enemies they would have been

is a quality all

need to whittle down the horde that's coming our way, I need to help with that so

to your next evolution, Eldest?" Victoriant asked,

of my antennae, "I only need six more levels. If we're going to battle against creatures as strong as those coming our way, we're going to need every little advantage

number of weaker monsters but tackling anything stronger is

hard work onto me, didn't

need to prioritise food gathering or egg laying to a high extent in the lead up to this

Florence, the to this point silent Brood Tender, "without food

that we cease food gathering operations completely" Sloan assured her, "but rather that we

I understand it, less food coming in means less brood. What else is a Brood Tender going

workers here to ensure that the hatchling training program continues to run unabated. Each new hatchling deserves the best possible start we can

time, something you can only do with extensively upgraded

the hatchlings still makes little sense to them I suspect, thankfully by virtue of being old they have to

won't be ready to move out for a few hours will you, Senior?" Sloan

We've been pretty flat out for the last few days and I suspect

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