The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady
chapter-1792

Zela was so shocked. He wanted to curse this undead who had appeared out of nowhere, but he was instead surprised to find that he could not speak at all.

Forget about opening his mouth. He was stiff all over. He could not even move his fingers half a point.

Shen Yanxiao took this time to pull a chair from one side, then looked at Zela with a smile on her face.

Zela watched Shen Yanxiao, eyes filled with fear. He could not understand why a high undead like him could be controlled by a low undead.

"Don't be nervous. I just want you to answer a few questions of mine." Shen Yanxiao looked at Zela, whose face was unsightly to the extreme, and "very kindly" comforted him.

Zela's face became even more bitter.

Shen Yanxiao snapped her fingers and Zela's eyes became hazy in an instant.

This was the first time Shen Yanxiao had used her curse technique on the undead and her heart didn’t hold any assurance that it would work. However, Zela's reaction clearly proved that her experiment had been successful.

"What did you say about the Dragon Cemetery?" Shen Yanxiao asked.

Zela opened his mouth stiffly and unhurriedly said, "Long Yan wants to attack the north, so he is willing to take us to the Dragon Cemetery to let us resurrect the corpses of the dragons there."

Shen Yanxiao stared blankly for a bit; she was extremely astonished inside.

Long Yan actually could no longer resist attacking the north?

"Why is he so anxious to attack the north?"

"He said the little golden dragon might be in the north. He couldn't feel at ease unless the little golden dragon was killed." Zela, who was under the control of the curse, told Shen Yanxiao everything he knew systematically and in full detail.

Shen Yanxiao's eyebrows wrinkled slightly. She did ask Xiu to hide the devil energy in the little golden dragon's body so as to not let Long Yan find and trouble the little golden dragon again. However, she never expected that this kind of practice would force Long Yan to attack the dragons in the entire northern territory!

How much did Long Yan hate the little golden dragon in the end? It actually had reached the point of by hook or by crook.

Or was it better to say, the one he really hated was the little golden dragon's father, Long Huang?

Shen Yanxiao stroked her chin.

"When are you going to leave?" Having learned the plans of Long Yan and the undead, if she didn't do anything, it would not be in line with her style.

Zela paused for a moment before he answered, "There are too many high-level dragons in the Dragon Cemetery, so there will naturally be a lot of eight-winged golden dragon skeletons there. General Sal can't resurrect them all by himself. He has to wait for His Highness to arrive before he can go."

"His Highness?" Shen Yanxiao raised her eyebrow slightly.

"His Highness is the son of My Lord, he is the genius of us undead. My Lord intends to let His Highness command the bone dragon army, so General Sal can't resurrect the eight-winged bone dragons privately."

The genius of the undead? It was indeed a very interesting word.

Shen Yanxiao knew that the undead creatures who had been resurrected by the high undead would listen to the words of the undead that resurrected them and become the most loyal slaves. The number of high-level dragons in the Dragon Cemetery made it quite the objective. This general named Sal was still only a general of the undead. The lord of the undead would naturally not give so much fighting strength to one of his subordinates.

Letting his son take over was, naturally, the best choice.

Shen Yanxiao's heart suddenly raised an evil idea.

"When will your Highness arrive?"

"Within a week."

"Have you seen this Highness of yours?"

"No, we came to Hidden Dragon Continent more than a thousand years ago. His Highness was born eight hundred years ago. We have not seen him yet."

Not seen him yet? This was really good ah!

Shen Yanxiao's eyes flickered with a nasty light.