Chapter 90: The Path of the Crimson Scale (Part Three)

  The afterglow of the setting sun could no longer shio the valley; Wyvern Valley was filled with shadows, and the wyverns flew in the darkness, emitting noisy screeches.

  Mantou's movements became increasingly skilled, almost f muscle memory. He climbed the steep cliff walls and soon found the wyvern that was nearing exhaustion again.

  "Roar roar——"

  Seeing this troublesome human approag again, the wyver out a strained screech, fpped its wings, and prepared to leave. But it had expeoo muergy; even taking off was difficult.

  "You think you get away again?"

  "Hehehe, stop struggling a me ride you obediently."

  A sly smile appeared on Mantou's face, and the sso in his hand, like an auto-trag device, accurately looped around the slender neck of the wyvern.

  "Roar..."

  This time, the wyvern didn't spend muergy struggling, only letting out a wail, allowing Mantou to tighten the rope and skillfully mount its back.

  If not for the prote of scales, the wyvern's neck might have been chafed to the point of bleeding.

  "Alright, alright."

  "Another day of riding a wyvern."

  Mantou patted the side of the wyvern's neck, then took out a spray and gave its head a thh spritz.

  The wyvern slowly stretched its wings, attempting to glide in the air, but soon couldn't hold on and crashed heavily to the ground.

  "Roar——"

  The wyvers st bit of strength, raised its head, a out a long howl, then lowered its head and ceased any futile struggles.

  The human on its back made this adolest wyvern feel despair. For three whole days, this human had been trying to ride on its back, and no matter how many times he was thrown off, he would return.

  Ohe human even fell from a height of a hundred meters, smashing into a pulp on the ground; it thought it had finally escaped this torment.

  But uedly, ihan half a day, the humauro the valley unscathed and full of vigor, once again ssoing it and attempting to ride on its back.

  This made it question its dragon life.

  "Wow, I did it!"

  Seeing the wyvern bow its head, Mantou was overjoyed, feeling immensely satisfied. He had been trying day and night here for three days and finally succeeded.

  He tried to stroke the wyvern's head; this time, it didn't bite or even screech, just presented a posture nation.

  Maybe it was tired of resisting, or perhaps it had truly submitted.

  Mantou felt the texture of the wyvern's scales, ses pulse and breathing, experieng a sense of relief after hardship.

  Looking at the wyvern lying on the ground with eyes closed from exhaustion, he said to it:

  "Should I give you a name..."

  "Wife?"

  "No, that's a bit vulgar, and you seem to be male."

  "Big Dragon? That sounds a bit rough."

  "Since I'm called Mantou, I'll call you... Noodle, since your neck is so long and slender."

  Mantou cheerfully patted the wyvern's head.

  "Noodle!"

  "Roar..."

  The wyvern slightly raised its head, letting out a weak respo seemed iired of resisting but had also submitted; the two were not mutually exclusive.

  "Mantou, what kind of lousy name did you e up with!"

  Singo desded nearby, riding his wyvern.

  He had tamed his wyvern on the sed day; acc to him, he unicated using dragon nguage he secretly learned from the kobolds, which Mantou doubted.

  Mantou protested, "Noodle has such a good meaning, unlike your crappy name."

  Singo said proudly, "My mount is just called Wyvern, inal fvor, what's wrong with that? Look at Ash; he just calls Pikachu Pikachu, didn't give it some silly name like Mantou Baozi."

  Mantou cursed, "Stop making excuses for your ck of naming creativity, Singo."

  Singo ignored him and said to Alger, who was supervising nearby, "Instructer, we've pleted the trial; we advanow?"

  Mantou stroked the wyvern's ned said excitedly, "Crimson Scaled queror, activate!"

  "You ."

  "You really... exceeded my expectations."

  The usually taciturn Alger couldn't help but sigh; such talent was not just rare but beyond on sense.

  "Eagle!"

  Alger called softly.

  A giant draic eagle with a wingspan of nearly teers cast a massive shadow, then desded from the sky, making the two envious.

  Alger skillfully mouhe draic eagle, and without instru, it fpped its wings and flew.

  Without looking back, he said:

  "Follow me; I'll take you to meet the master and plete the adva ceremony."

  Singo followed closely, riding his wyvern.

  "Wyver's go."

  The wyvern seemed to know what was about to happeedly raised its head and roared, fpped its wings, and followed closely.

  Singo had used this to persuade the wyvern to submit; after being a Crimson Scaled queror, it could also receive the precious bloodline blessing, gaining powerful abilities like their leader.

  But at this critical moment, Mantou's "Noodle" faltered; it only weakly lifted its wings, indig it was too tired to fly.

  Mantou patted Noodle's neck side, almost in tears, even suspeg it was deliberately retaliating:

  "e on, Noodle, you o get up."

  "If you don't fly now, they'll leave!"

  "Noodle" seemed annoyed by the urging, let out a low growl.

  It struggled to fp its wings, taking great effort to asd into the air, wobbling as it flew, making Mantou on its back feel stant turbulence.

  The other two had already pulled far ahead.

  "Wait for me——"

  "'t you sider a newbie on the road——"

  Mantou shouted from afar, riding the bumpy wyvern.

  Their otion attracted the attention of many minions, especially seeing humans on the backs of wyverns; it was like seeing ghosts, feeling incredulous.

  On the Rock Fortress, a hobgoblin guard patted his rade's shoulder, pointing to the sky.

  "Look!"

  "What's that?"

  "Isn't it just a wyvern—wait, there's a human riding on its back!"

  "Th-they actually succeeded?"

  The hobgoblin guard spread his hand to his rade: "I win, one hundred copper s."

  The uard cursed, "Did we eve? Asking me for money, get lost!"

  Then, the hobgoblin guard enviously watched the humans riding wyverns, muttering, "These two humans are about to soar to the sky..."

  "Tell me about it; previously, ander Doro sent six trusted aides to take the trial; four died, two fled, and Chief Steward Langpu mocked them for a long time."

  "Tsk tsk, didn't expect these crazy beasts could be ridden by people."

  "Yeah, I thought their brains were filled with slime."

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