Chapter 244: Swarm of Bees, or clones, maybe with a 15,000 PSI bite-force?

The mountain that Jimmy’s tribe lived in had four key details that one way or the other, characterized it very well.

First things first, it was huge, and it was wide. It was only a few hundred meters tall, but no one who looked at the mountain saw it as small. Not nearly, especially its inhabitants, as before they were introduced to tamed dinosaurs who gave them rides down the mountainside, it took around ten hours just to walk down from the mountain, to the grasslands, even though they had a clear, leveled path to use.

Secondly, the mountain was rocky. The formations of large boulders and stone started less than halfway up the mountain, and it coated the entirety of the tip too!

The two other characteristics were foreign to the rest of the world, but quite commonly talked about by its inhabitants.

The third characteristic being the fact that people tended to disappear if they headed towards the very tip of the mountain. Gaark disappeared for five years, for example, before he was found by Anna, and brought back home by her too.

The main theories behind the disappearance of people who treaded towards the tip of the mountain had either revolved around the paranormal, or the idea that vicious, unkillable dinosaurs lived at the top of the mountain, who tore through anyone who was dumb enough to step into their territory. Even powerful elders had headed towards the tip of the mountain before, and were never heard of again.

More recently, since Gaark had been the first one to return home after disappearing into the mountainside, their theories adapted towards the idea that the cannibals had killed all men and women who supposedly went to, and past the tip of the mountain. It made more sense, and since the cannibals were gone, killed, most of them, the tribe could no longer depend on the mysteries of the mountain to kill the first wave of enemies.

There was no mystery anymore, because most believed that the cannibals killed their adventurous people in the past. This was why the people who were wiser, were actually worried if their people were going to live long enough to see tomorrow.

Anyway, the fourth, and last characteristic of the rocky mountain, was the steel-enforced path that stretched from the beginning of the grasslands, through the mountain, and all the way to the other side of the mountain, as recent intel indicated.

Anna and Gaark had seen the steel path pierce through the mountain. They knew that it led behind the mountain, where the cannibals used to live, and the enemy knew this too, so they were using the steel path to pierce through the mountain, and attack the tribe, by essentially pouring from the tip of the mountain.

Considering that the enemy was aware of this path, it was very likely that Field Runners had blabbered about the steel path. Now, Jimmy did not know if there were any treacherous Field Runners within the wave of approaching enemies, in fact, he didn’t even know what the steel path was initially built, or used for, but he tried to use the little details he knew to his advantage.

The enemy was using the steel path to approach, and he wanted to abuse that fact as best as he could. The enemy was essentially snagged somewhere within the tip of the mountain, they could not run away in time, even if they tried to, and so he wanted to figure out the absolute best time to sick the clones at them!

It took him, along with the few people and clones that followed him, a full hour to get close to the tip of the mountainside.

They couldn’t go any further after a certain point, because this was where the mountainside got too steep. Neither Gutaxun or Rampage could climb it, and the enemy was still at least five hours away from this exact spot, so he couldn’t waste time waiting for them to pour out of the tip of the mountain.

“Looks like this is where we part ways…” He muttered, his voice low.

Jimmy then stood up, and walked across Gutaxun’s back, so he could see some of the clones eye-to-eye.

The huge, slender head of one of the Compy clones greeted him. Some twelve foot, or over three meter tall apes floated in the background, rather happy, slowly spinning clockwise, above the ground, as if they were the first monkeys in space.

“Let’s hope this works…” He sighed.

Despite their recently increased brain mass, neither the Compy or the ape clones spoke the tongue of the average cavemen. They were not supposed to, so with the tiny, thirteen-percent mana in his pool, he had to lead the clones into battle.

The ’attack command’ he had imprinted in their brain when he first cloned them was not effective, not in this particular situation where the enemy was at least five hours away, so he had to plant a thought in their heads, a direct command, specifically.

He didn’t waste any time, and tapped into the brain of the Compy clone that he was looking at.

First things first, he planted the idea of attacking in its head, by drawing out the attack stance.

Secondly, he made it picture the slit that pierced across the tip of the mountain, which was easy to do, as the clone already had a visual example.

Third, he drew out the picture of the enemy army, or an army, basically. He didn’t know how big an army of one-thousand people looked like, especially when stashed between the slit across the mountainside, across the steel-enforced path, so he made an estimation, and led with that.

Fourth, he bounced back on the first command, and taught the clone to fly over there, and attack that army. Wherever they might be, even if they were still behind the mountain, rather anywhere near the tip.

“God damn… blew out half of my mana…” He grunted.

Jimmy got anxious right at that moment. He feared that his plan fell in the water, because he didn’t have enough mana to essentially ’brain wash’ the rest of the clones, but he stood corrected.

The one and only clone he taught what to do, quickly floated towards the tip of the mountain, and the rest of the clones followed after! Even the apes!

They could not fit in the steel-coated path, not unless they tried hard to do so, so they flew above it. All together, they were like a swarm of massive bees, if bees had a 15,000 PSI bite-force, and judging from their speed, it shouldn’t take them more than an hour to reach, and chew through the enemy!

“Odd…” He sighed, “They didn’t kiss me goodbye.”

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