Trilliux, together with the dragon nicknamed The Artist, had reached one of the checkpoints led by the dragons of the Kurkle camp. It could be seen that some healers were treating the wounds of a certain group of dragons which the Artist recognized as being about the group that he ordered to return to Morkhex to treat the poison that Sukrez, to the misfortune of that adviser to Queen Erisha. His time had already ended. He had the sheets on him and some were crying for the death of that brave leader.
"What happened?" asks the terrestrial dragon with a rifle approaching the corpse.
"They were ambushed."
That simple answer surprises-both terrestrial dragons, according to the accounts of several warriors, the group of Sur'Xhe, Sukrez, and Nemari had been ambushed by some warriors loyal to t
