The First Mount

However, Blade was wrong.

The white horse turned and bolted, running at the fastest speed of its life, but the domestic sow was far faster than he had imagined.

The sow dug its four hooves into the ground and sprinted madly, kicking up clouds of dust and shaking the earth beneath it. In an instant, it reached the white horse, lowered its noble head, pushed off with all four hooves, and slammed into the horse's rear.

BOOM!

Can you imagine the scene? A pig weighing at least eight hundred pounds slamming into a three-hundred-pound horse at the speed of a falling star.

The sight was truly something to behold.

The white horse let out a mournful whinny, its legs buckling beneath it. It didn't even have a chance to sing a swan song; its short, miserable life as a horse ended just like that, passing away without ever having courted a mare—how utterly tragic.

As for Blade, he failed to hold onto the reins this time and was thrown from the horse. His frail, slender body had no time to react; he landed head-first, making intimate contact with the ground, his neck snapped, and he breathed his last.

One collision, two lives!

Shawn was dumbfounded.

Rick was dumbfounded.

The white horse beneath Rick was trembling all over.

The domestic sow looked triumphant, lifting its proud head high.

It was at this very moment that the Arcane Missiles Shawn had already cast made intimate contact with the domestic sow.

Yes, completely intimate contact—it hit the pig right in the face, smack in the face, right in the face...

Shawn's mouth hung open even wider, and he suddenly felt a sense of impending doom.

The domestic sow certainly hadn't expected some missile to slam into its face at the moment of its greatest triumph.

Although a yellow light flashed from the Brass Collar around its neck, creating an intangible mana shield that blocked the Arcane Missiles, the sow was still enraged.

How dare someone hit it in the face?

It was the beauty pageant champion, fighting champion, sprinting champion, push-up champion... the champion of everything in all of Elwynn Forest, and the only one to ever win the grand prize!

Did they not see the Brass Collar around its neck? That was the grand prize!

The number one domestic sow in all of Elwynn Forest, the great Princess, was furious.

She lowered her noble head slightly, dug her hooves into the ground, and prepared to teach the one who had angered her an unforgettable lesson.

Seeing Princess digging her hooves into the ground not far away, Shawn felt his entire world crumbling.

He cast Eye of Insight on the domestic sow, and Shawn felt even worse.

"It's just a domestic sow, how is its challenge rating as high as, as high as level 8!"

Yes, the domestic sow before him had a challenge rating of 8. If compared to a warrior class, it was at least a mid-level warrior of level 6.

How could such a terrifying domestic sow exist!

Deep within Shawn's memories, some information suddenly surfaced.

"Oh god, this pig, this pig—could it be that most famous sow in Elwynn Forest, that legendary 'Princess'?"

Princess was just a name, but its heroic posture was etched into the mind of every human player.

Back in the day, it and its two lackeys were so difficult to deal with, so enchanting, so sexy...

Alright, so terrifying.

Shawn knew clearly that at his current level, facing Princess meant nothing but defeat.

"I'm doomed."

Shawn felt like crying without tears.

He turned his head to look, and Rick had already run away—run away, run away...

"That shameless Rick, when this young master sees you again, I will definitely not let you off!" Shawn gritted his teeth in anger.

Was he to face the domestic sow alone?

Was his life as a transmigrator to be buried under the hooves of a domestic pig?

Just then, Shawn suddenly remembered something.

A good thing.

A good thing he had obtained from a lucky draw after clearing Murloc Shoal.

He had thought he wouldn't need it for a while, but he never imagined he would have to use it today, right now, on that domestic sow.

"Ghost Reins, blue quality, fine equipment. Can be used on any creature with a challenge rating not exceeding 10, taming it into a mount. Due to the ghost possession, the mount's strength will be improved to varying degrees."

Taking out the Ghost Reins, Shawn struck a pose.

When the domestic sow charged right in front of him, Shawn performed a beautiful dodge and looped the Ghost Reins around the sow's neck.

This was definitely the most agile move the young mage had ever made in his life.

The Ghost Reins were truly a masterpiece from the Space Garrison.

After being lassoed, the domestic sow quickly came to a halt. It turned around, a flicker of struggle in its eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by absolute docility.

It walked with elegant steps until it stood before Shawn, then bent its front legs slightly to perform a standard pig-style salute.

From this moment on, this domestic sow named "Princess" became Shawn's first mount.

Among the many resounding titles Shawn would hold in the future, his most famous one—his very first—was finally born.

"Shawn Feathermoon, the Pig-Riding Mage!"

The effect of the Ghost Reins was top-notch, quickly subduing the domestic sow. Under the state of ghostly possession, the sow's strength had undergone a significant transformation.

Name: Princess.
Race: Domestic Sow.
Attributes: Strength 22, Agility 25, Stamina 20, Intelligence 2, Spirit 5.
Class: Mount.
Equipment: Brass Collar (Green/Excellent quality, first-prize trophy from the Elwynn Forest Domestic Pig Competition), Ghost Reins (Blue/Rare quality).
Skills: Cabbage Rooting, Skyward Kick, Ground Ram, Full Rage Sprint, Domestic Sow Lion's Roar.
Movement Speed: 80.
Challenge Rating: Level 10.

Yes, you read that right! With the bonus from the Ghost Reins, the domestic sow's movement speed reached 80, far exceeding the 60 of a standard warhorse. Its challenge rating had also leaped to level 10.

Although he felt quite regretful regarding the mount's race, appearance, and temperament, Shawn was very satisfied with its attributes and skills. At the very least, the sheer coolness of riding this domestic sow far surpassed that of an ordinary warhorse.

Shawn vaulted onto the pig's back, pulled the reins with both hands, and let out a loud shout. The sow kicked off with all four hooves, racing toward Goldshire with the speed of a falling star.

"Charge! Catch that deserter Rick! Root his backside! Kick his face! Teach him a real lesson!"

When the Pig-Riding Mage arrived in Goldshire, he was met with pointing fingers from everyone. Their conversation was filled with mockery regarding the mighty and domineering "Princess" and the delicate, tender Shawn.

"Hey! Isn't that the orphan Old Saldean brought in? He actually came back riding a domestic sow? My god, how much must this sow weigh? At least six hundred pounds, right?"

"Nonsense! I reckon it's at least eight hundred! This is the biggest pig I've ever seen; even the Boar King that rampaged through my farm the year before last wasn't this heavy!"

"How did little Shawn manage to subdue this domestic sow? It's simply incredible!"

"Shawn the Pig-Rider! Hmm, that title is good, very good! I think from now on, everyone should just call him 'Shawn the Pig-Rider'!"

"By the way, what is Shawn's surname? Does anyone know? I think Shawn could establish his own surname; how about Shawn Pig-Rider?"

"Good idea, great idea!"