Archer Group (2)

After the Minotaurs had finished experiencing the shock of riding the Crying Serpent through the skies, Dana led the Crying Serpent over to the chief.

"You're not keeping it for yourself?" The chief frowned slightly. He looked at the Crying Serpent, which was flicking its tongue and watching warily, clearly surprised.

"We caught two in total." Dana patted the Crying Serpent's scales, his expression serious. "I rode this one back specifically to give it to you."

"Take it." Ang walked over with a smile. "It's Dana's heartfelt gift. With a Crying Serpent, getting around will be much more convenient for you. Especially once there are more and more matters to handle in the territory, having it by your side will save you plenty of time and walking."

The Minotaur chief pondered for a moment before finally nodding.

He looked into the Crying Serpent's dark green eyes, reached out to stroke its neck, and slowly said, "Then I won't refuse."

With Ang's help, the chief successfully formed a Companion Pact with the Crying Serpent.

As a faint glow flashed, the Crying Serpent's gaze turned gentle, and it took the initiative to press its head against the chief's shoulder.

"It recognizes you as its master now." Ang nodded.

Afterward, the three of them left the noisy camp together and arrived at a secluded hill outside the tribe.

The vegetation there was lush, and the view was wide open. It was where the tribe's Minotaurs trained.

Dana stepped forward first and smiled faintly at the chief. "Same old rules? A spar?"

"You brat, you really refuse to admit you're getting old." The chief grinned, his fighting spirit immediately rising.

The two quickly exchanged blows, their fists and kicks rumbling like thunder as sand and stones flew from the ground.

Dana was now a