The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady
chapter-1777

That didn’t mean they could regenerate if they were directly chewed up whole!!!

Fighting with the dragons, it wasn’t that the undead were without death or injury. Still, they were mostly trampled by dragons or killed by the magic of the dragons. Never was there an undead who died in the dragon’s... stomach.

With this method of death, even the undead could only accept their incompetence, ah.

If that earth dragon fought like other dragons and trampled them one by one, the undead would feel better, but... this bastard actually ran to them to deliver himself rations. Just what the hell was going on?

The undead were frightened by the strange "attack" method of the earth dragon, and nobody dared to go forward any further.

But the earth dragon was not satisfied with the small refreshments that had just come into its stomach. Once again, it opened its mouth and the roaring wind swept all the undead nearby. Another batch of undead were swept into its mouth again.

Kacha… Kacha...

The next second, the undead let out a frightened shriek; they turned to the opposite direction, pulled their legs and ran away madly.

Zela took a deep breath and couldn't believe that so many of his men could be frightened into this appearance by a dragon.

"You bunch of good-for-nothings! What are you afraid of? It's just an earth dragon! There’s so many of you, are you still afraid you can’t take it down?! Give me a fight! Kill this dragon for me!" Being frightened by a dragon lying all over the ground was probably the most shameful thing Zela encountered since he entered the Hidden Dragon Continent.

No matter how abnormal this earth dragon was, it was just a low-level dragon in the end. He didn’t believe that they could not do anything to it.

Zela immediately abandoned the plan of capturing it alive and let his undead men attack the earth dragon. As a high undead, he also had the ability to resurrect the corpses of the dead. This earth dragon was very strange. It would be a good thing if he could turn it into his own slave.

The undead stabilized themselves with Zela's shout, and when they recovered from their fear, they realized how shameful their actions were.

The other party was just a dragon. Did they have to be afraid of it?

How many earth dragons had they caught before!

Reason returned to their brains; the undead once again charged toward the earth dragon and unsteadily held the weapons in their hands to attack its whole body.

However, the earth dragon, who was enjoying his food, did not react at all. He just squinted his eyes as he enjoyed the wonderful taste in his mouth. He was too lazy to move his eyelids to look at those who were attacking him.

Soon, the undead found a serious problem.

Their attack on the earth dragon from the start did not produce any results at all. Don’t mention about seriously injuring the earth dragon, even after attacking him for a long time, they also failed to break a single dragon scale.

Several magical bombardments did not even leave the trace of a scratch on the body of the earth dragon.

The undead were completely speechless. They were adept at dealing with the earth dragons, but still, they had never encountered such an abnormal situation before.

After big waves of attacks, it didn't even hurt a single dragon scale; just what was going on?

The undead were in mourning; on the other hand, the earth dragon ate very happily. In order to attack him, the undead surrounded him directly. So he only needed to open his mouth and take in one or two mouthfuls of air, and there would be endless rations to eat.

He was very happy!

The earth dragon wagged his tail delightedly, with his pair of dragon eyes half-squinted and without any sense of concern from being besieged.

He looked extremely happy, like a puppy falling on a pile of bones; extremely contented!