Zela wanted to cry. It was the first time he had encountered such a situation after capturing dragons for more than a thousand years.
What was even more tragic was that their opponents were an earth dragon and an injured red dragon. In the end, their team of more than a thousand undead were beaten up.
Oh no!
Other than the word miserable, Zela could not think of any other words to describe the current situation.
Seeing his men getting beaten up to the extent they were looking for their teeth on the ground, Zela's last bit of courage to fight disappeared like smoke and his hand that held the reins trembled.
Even though he was a high-level undead, he was trash among the high-level ones. If he were to fight against these two insane dragons, he would be courting death.
