Zella was shocked and wanted to yell at this undead spirit that appeared out of nowhere, but he was surprised to find that he could not speak at all.
Even before he opened his mouth, his whole body was already stiff and he couldn't even move his fingers.
Shen Yanxiao finally had time to pull a chair from the side and looked at the motionless Zera with a smile.
Zela looked at Shen Yanxiao with eyes full of fear. He could not understand why a high-level undead could be controlled by a low-level undead.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just asking you to answer a few questions." Shen Yanxiao looked at Zera, whose expression was extremely ugly, and comforted her with "very kind words."
Zella's face turned even more bitter.
Shen Yanxiao snapped his fingers, and Zella's eyes instantly became confused.
Shen Yanxiao used a spell on the undead for the first time, and he didn't feel confident, but Zella's reaction clearly proved that her experiment was successful!
"What happened to the dragon cemetery you mentioned before?" Shen Yanxiao asked.
Zela opened her mouth stiffly and said slowly: "Long Yan wants to attack the north, so he is willing to take us to the dragon cemetery and let us resurrect the dragon corpses."
Shen Yanxiao was stunned for a moment, feeling quite shocked.
How could Longyan lose control so quickly and want to launch an attack on the north?
"Why is he so anxious to attack the north?"
"He said that the little golden dragon might be in the north, and he couldn't feel at ease unless he killed the little golden dragon." Zera, who was under the spell, told Shen Yanxiao exactly what he knew.
Shen Yanxiao frowned slightly. She asked Xiu to hide the demonic energy in the little golden dragon's body, just to prevent Long Yan from causing trouble to the little golden dragon again. But she didn't expect that this approach actually forced Long Yan to attack the entire northern dragon clan!
How much does Long Yan hate Little Golden Dragon? He would resort to any means to get to this point.
In other words, what he hates is actually Xiao Jinlong’s father, the Dragon King?
Shen Yanxiao touched his chin.
"When are you going to set off?" Knowing Long Yan and the undead's plan, it would be very inconsistent with her style if she didn't do something.
Zela paused for a moment before saying: "There are too many high-level dragons in the dragon cemetery, and there are also many eight-winged golden dragon skeletons. General Thrall cannot do it privately. He must wait for the arrival of our highness before he can go."
"Your Highness?" Shen Yanxiao raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Your Highness is the son of my lord, a genius among our undead. My lord intends to let your highness command the bone dragon army, so General Thrall cannot resurrect the eight-winged bone dragon privately."
Genius among the undead? This word is quite interesting.
Shen Yanxiao knew that undead creatures resurrected by high-level undead would immediately obey the words of the resurrected undead and become the most loyal slaves of the other party. The number of high-level dragons in the dragon cemetery is quite objective. The one named Thrall He is just a general among the undead. The boss of the undead will naturally not give so much combat power to one subordinate.
Letting his son take over is naturally the best choice.
An evil thought suddenly arose in Shen Yanxiao's mind.
"When will your Highness arrive?"
"Within a week."
"Have you seen that His Highness?"
"No, we came to Qianlong Continent more than a thousand years ago. Your Highness was born eight hundred years ago, and we have never met him."