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Chapter 9
Beeswax grinded his teeth, moving fast to stand next to her. He had a stick in his hand with a crystal at the front end. It was just as tall as he was, and looked almost just like a wizard’s walking magic stick. They kept quiet, waiting for the human soldiers to approach, when an arrow came flying, hitting against her scales, making Bees duck in time, before he was impaled through his neck. “Where are Phillipe and Grub when you need them?!” “Out to find food for the three of you.” She held out her paw and lifted him onto her neck, standing up, ready to flap her wings and blow away the intruders. And who did she find in the front leading them? None other than the very same knight from before, sending his men to attack. “CHAAAARGE!!” He shouted and his poor soldiers came running, tryin
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