's body was dragged Talleax up to a cave inside the hive, so that the workers get to the break-up meat, ointments and magical material for weapons and armor. Did not happen every day that a group of adventurers to get rid of a bronze dragon adult. As Talleax was born without the sharpness of the dragons of his own race, its bite was terrible, his sharp claws and its devastating blow. Yet his body lay lifeless in front of the eyes (composite and multi-faceted) Fkrid the captain. "What happened, Fkrid? - A voice boomed in the tunnel behind the soldier Formiana - How is it possible that someone has killed Talleax? "It was the mirmarca Demansiq, Formiana that the abandonment the queen had taken possession of the Sceptre, thus becoming the current ruler of Kliktrix. Advancing on its four legs chitin, wrapped in leather armor and red diadems of the ruler in power. Fkrid had no sympathy for Demansiq. In a moment of panic like this, with the city flooded and hundreds of deaths, would have preferred a less emotional and more pragmatic ruler, but the law Formiana was clear: those who claimed the Scepter was entitled to prevail as long as the new queen was not become adult. "It's adventurous, mirmarca Demansiq. - Said the captain. - Wayfarers planar some experience, enough to kill Talleax. "They have violated the hall of relics?" Asked the other with apprehension. "Yes .. But strangely not stolen anything. As if they were willing ... take a look. "Demansiq was produced in a rather surprised expression, as it was possible to do so, since the expression Formiana is almost entirely lacking. "What do you want then?" Fkrid The captain shook his head, swinging their long antennae. The room fell silent macabre. The dragon's body, battered by the blows of sword and magic explosions, seemed to be in that place as a warning as to envisage a future as bleak for the whole hive Formiana.
The moment of contemplation was interrupted a dozen dall'incedere workers, which led into the room mirmarca Ktasi . The old Formiana (was said to have more than three hundred years) moved up on their old legs to the body of Talleax. "You old fool dragon ... - He murmured, as if no one could hear it. - You have been faithful to the end. I will ensure that your body continues to serve the hive even after death. "Then he turned to Demansiq, pierce with a reproachful look. "And you ... would do well to worry about the darkness of iron, or will not be any more workers able to listen to the authority of a regent, "The mirmarca Demansiq called the soldiers of his escort with a gesture, and quickly left the room. Captain Fkrid did not hesitate to do the same, throwing a last glance towards Ktasi that unsheathe the long knives was preparing to cut up the carcass of the dragon.
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