Red Scale Road (3)

The last rays of the setting sun could no longer reach the valley, and Wyvern Valley was filled with shadows, while the Wyvern flew in the darkness, emitting noisy roars.

Steamed Bun's movements became increasingly skillful, almost like muscle memory. He climbed the steep rock face and soon found the Wyvern that was nearly exhausted again.

"Awooo—"

When the Wyvern saw that it was that troublesome human again, it let out a labored hiss and flapped its wings to leave. However, it was too exhausted and even taking off was difficult.

"You think you could get away?"

"Hehehe, stop struggling and let me ride you."

A lewd smile appeared on Steamed Bun's face, and the lasso in his hand, as if automatically tracking, precisely encircled the long neck of the Wyvern wyvern.

"Aww..."

This time, the Wyvern didn't expend much energy struggling; it only let out a mournful cry, allowing Steamed Bun to easily pull on its back.

If it weren't for the protective scales, this Wyvern's neck would probably have been chafed.

"Okay, okay."

"Another day of riding Wyvern."

Steamed Bun patted the Wyvern's neck, then took out a spray bottle and sprayed it vigorously on its head.

The Wyvern slowly stretched out its wings, attempting to glide through the air, but soon could not hold on and crashed to the ground.

"Aww—"

With its last ounce of strength, the Wyvern raised its head and let out a long roar before lowering its head and ceasing its futile struggle.

The human on its back filled the growing Wyvern with despair. For three whole days, the human tried to ride on its back, and no matter how many times it was thrown off, it would try again.

On one occasion, this human fell from a height of 100 meters to the ground and was smashed into a pile of minced meat. It thought it had finally escaped this torment.

But to everyone's surprise, in less than half a day, the human returned to the valley unharmed and full of energy, once again lassoing it and trying to ride on its back.

This made it question the very existence of dragons.

"Holy crap, it worked!"

Upon seeing the Wyvern lower its head, Steamed Bun was overjoyed and felt extremely happy. He had been trying for three days and nights and finally succeeded.

He tried to stroke the Wyvern's head, but this time it didn't bite or even hiss; it simply stood there, ready to be picked.

Perhaps they were fed up, or perhaps they had truly surrendered.

The Steamed Bun felt the texture of the Wyvern's scales, sensed its pulse and breath, and experienced a kind of exhilarating feeling of bittersweet joy.

He looked at the Wyvern, exhausted and lying on the ground with its eyes closed, and said to it:

"Should I give you a name too...?"

"Wife?"

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

"A big dragon? It seems a bit rugged."

"Since I'm called Steamed Bun), then I'll call you... Noodles, since your neck is so thin and long anyway."

Steamed Bun patted Wyvern's head excitedly.

"Noodles!"

"Aww..."

The Wyvern slightly raised its head and gave a weak reply. It seemed it was indeed annoyed, but also submissive; these two things were not contradictory.

"Steamed Bun, what a terrible name you gave it!"

Singo landed to the side on Wyvern.

He tamed it the next day, and he claimed to communicate with it using Draconic he had stolen from the Kobold, a claim that Steamed Bun was skeptical of.

The Steamed Bun protested, "Noodles, such a good meaning, don't you even look at the lousy name you gave me?"

Singo said proudly, "My mount is called Wyvern, the original name, what's wrong with that? Look at Xiao Zhi, he's just called Pikachu, he didn't give him some weird name like Steamed Bun bun."

Steamed Bun yelled, "Stop making excuses for your terrible name, Xin Gou!"

Singo ignored him and instead asked Alger, who was supervising from the side, "Instructor Alger, we have completed the trial. Can we advance now?"

Steamed Bun stroked the Wyvern's neck and said excitedly, "Red Scale Conqueror, activate!"

"That's fine."

"You guys really surprised me..."

Even the usually taciturn Alger couldn't help but marvel at how such talent was not just rare, but utterly extraordinary.

"Iger!"

Alger called softly.

The Dragon Vein Giant Eagle, with a wingspan of nearly ten meters, cast a huge shadow before descending from the sky, much to the envy of the two.

Alger skillfully flipped himself onto the Dragon Vein Giant Eagle, and without even giving a command, the giant eagle flapped its wings and took flight.

He said without turning his head:

"Come with me, I will take you to see your master and complete the advancement ceremony."

Singo followed Wyvern.

"Wyvern, let's go."

The Wyvern seemed to know what was about to happen, and excitedly raised its head and let out a long roar, flapping its wings to follow closely behind.

Singo used this to persuade the Wyvern to submit. After becoming the Red Scale Conqueror, it would also receive the precious Bloodline Gift and gain the same powerful strength as their leaders.

But at this crucial moment, the "Noodles" of the Steamed Bun withered. It could only weakly lift its wings to show that it was too tired to fly.

The Steamed Bun patted the side of the Noodles's neck, looking like it was about to cry but had no tears, and even suspected that it was deliberately retaliating. "No, Noodles, you should get up."

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

"Noodles" seemed to have gotten impatient with being called, and let out a low, hoarse growl.

It flapped its wings with great effort and managed to rise into the air, then flew up unsteadily, making the Steamed Bun on its back feel bumpy.

The two had already created a considerable distance between them.

"Wait for me—"

"Why don't you guys have some consideration for new drivers?!"

Steamed Bun, riding on the constantly jolting Wyvern, shouted from afar.

Their commotion attracted the attention of many of their relatives, especially when they saw the humans on the Wyvern's back; they were utterly astonished, as if they had seen a ghost.

On the Stone Fortress, a Hobgoblin garrisonman patted his colleague on the shoulder and pointed to the sky.

"Look!"

"What's that?"

"It's just a Wyvern —wait, there's a human riding on its back!"

"They actually succeeded?"

The Hobgoblin commander spread his palms toward his colleagues. "I won, one hundred copper coins."

Another Hobgoblin guard shouted, "Is the market open yet? You're asking me for money? Get out of here!"

But then, the Hobgoblin guards looked at the humans riding on the Wyvern with considerable envy, muttering to themselves, "These two humans are about to soar to the heavens."

"Who says otherwise? Commander Dolo sent six of his trusted men to participate in the trial, but four died and two escaped, which made Chief Manager Lang Pu laugh at them for a long time."

"Tsk tsk, I never thought that these beasts with mania could be ridden by humans."

"Yeah, I thought their brains were full of mucus."