The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Zela wanted to cry. He had been capturing dragons for more than a thousand years and for the first time, he encountered such a situation.

What was more tragic was that the other side was actually a mere earth dragon and a wounded red dragon. As a result, their side, which consisted of more than a thousand undead soldiers, was beaten up by the other party.

Miserable!

Zela could not think of any word to describe their situation except this tragic word.

Watching his men being beaten to the point of looking for their teeth all over the ground, Zela’s last bit of fighting spirit had vanished and his hands that held the reins were shaking.

Although he was a high undead, he was the trash among them. To make him confront two such abnormal and insane dragons was to send him to his own death.

The two dragons seemed to have sensed something and suddenly let out a roar unbefitting of the dragons. Their previous indolent behavior were suddenly washed away and they became as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They whistled on forward, waved their dragon wings and rushed towards the rear of the undead army.

What was going on with these two dragons now?!!

The undead simply wanted to die. Just now, the two dragons’ passive idleness had already made them want to die. Now these two guys suddenly became so hyperactive that they chased them all the way and attacked them fiercely. Would they still have the chance to live!

As the two crazy dragons rushed toward their own phalanx, Zela’s originally gray face became even uglier.

“Retreat!” Zela shouted himself hoarse, pulling the reins without turning his head back. He waved the horsewhip, feeling annoyed, and hated that he could not grow wings to fly away from this troublesome place.

He didn’t want to be the food of the earth dragon, nor did he want to be roasted into a tasty morsel by the red dragon.

Zela’s roar made the undead even more frantic. They no longer bothered about resistance as they fled rapidly while crawling with their hands and feet on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, all the undead in front of the two dragons disappeared, leaving only the ten or so wooden carts carrying the dragons still in place.

Those locked dragons stared at their two “maverick” peers, and their eyes were filled with shock and excitement.

The scene of the earth dragon and red dragon unilaterally assaulting the undead had been deeply imprinted in the soul of these dragons. Watching as those invaders were driven away, they finally realized that the two dragons saved them.

Even though…

…the attack methods of the two were very bizzare and their dragon cries were not very pleasant to the ears, this did not prevent the dragons from expressing their gratitude and admiration to the opposite party with their eyes.

“Tsk tsk. It’s really hard not to beat them.” With a hint of sadistic laughter, a petite figure suddenly jumped from the tree on the side.

Shen Yanxiao swaggered towards the wooden carts and glanced at the battlefield.

For some reason, there was not even a single corpse of the undead on the ground except for some burnt, black traces.

The imprisoned dragons looked at the female undead who had suddenly appeared in horror, but to their surprise, the little undead in front of them did not have the unique death energy of the undead. If they had not seen her standing in front of them, they would not have noticed the other party at all.

Nevertheless, the appearance of the other party, which was full of the features of the undead, made the dragons panic.

They looked at their two kindreds for help, but they did not seem to intend to attack the female undead at all.

Shen Yanxiao slowly swayed to a wooden cart and dexterously flipped into the cart. She clearly felt that the dragon inside the cage was shivering.