Chapter 89 The Road to Red Scale (2)
Alger said to the two of them: "As long as I am here to guard you, they will not attack you. But if you accidentally fall to death, you will only become food for the flying dragons."
"Good luck to you."
This is the [Red Scale Conqueror] entry test set by Cassius. In the past few years, at least hundreds of family members have participated in this challenge, but none of them succeeded. They were either thrown to death or escaped from the battle.
Steamed Bun was about to cry but had no tears: "Then I really want to thank you."
The flying dragons flapped their wings wildly in mid-air, neighing, roaring, and roaring, and gradually gathered around.
In their view, as long as they kill these humans, they will have snacks to eat, which is quite easy. They are even somewhat familiar with the journey, and have already killed several hobgoblins and tieflings in their mouths.
Singo looked at the flying dragon that was getting closer and whispered: "Steamed buns, have you made your choice?"
"What to choose?"
Steamed Bun is still a little confused.
Singo took out several bundles of nooses from his backpack, threw one bundle to Mantou, and then threw him a can of spray containing an unknown liquid.
"Of course I choose a mount."
"Huh?"
Mantou was still in shock of being surrounded by flying dragons and had not come back to his senses, but he soon understood the other party's crazy behavior and was stunned by it.
Singo ignored him and continued: "I think the one on the cliff is good. It is the largest and strongest one in this area. You are not allowed to compete with me."
"Watch it, I'm only going to demonstrate it once. I've been practicing this move for a long time, and I've tried it in Big Dart before."
After saying that, he threw the lasso neatly and accurately, and directly and accurately placed it around the neck of the huge flying dragon that was more than four meters long on a rock wall, and then tightened the rope with force.
"Aww——"
The bipedal flying dragon was suddenly trapped and a little panicked.
It struggled violently, shook its neck, and neighed loudly. Then it flapped its wings wildly, trying to throw off the human who was dragging it.
But Singo held on to the rope tightly and let the hemp rope wrap around his hand several times. Then he used the power of the flying dragon's struggling and shaking to jump directly onto the back of the bipedal flying dragon.
"Ouch!"
The flying dragon was sat on its back by a human who it considered weak and humble, and immediately became furious.
Its neck twisted back and forth, its wings flapped wildly, and its huge body accelerated, stopped, rotated in the air, and even deliberately hit the rock wall with its back.
But Singo's arms tightly wrapped around its neck, refusing to let go no matter how hard it struggled.
He even took out a hand, picked up the can of spray and sprayed it on the dragon's head, not forgetting to teach in mid-air: "What's in that can is female dragon hormone, which can calm their emotions and nerves!"
However, such a confrontation also consumes a lot of money for Singo.
After several entanglements, he finally ran out of energy and had no choice but to find an opportunity for the flying dragon to dive low, jump down, and roll several times on the ground to cushion.
Seeing this, the flying dragon let out a roar as he wanted to take the opportunity to make a sneak attack.
But Singo quickly got up, drank a bottle of vitality potion, and continued to confront the flying dragon head-on, waiting for an opportunity to ride on the back of the flying dragon again.
"It's still a lot worse. I guess I'll have to spend the whole day here with it."
Singo grinned, looking quite excited, and panted and said: "This thing is really difficult to handle, but fortunately every time you ride it, the system will display an increase in proficiency bonus."
"If we repeat this a few times, we will probably be able to max out our riding skills."
Steamed Bun was speechless for a moment and could only sigh:
"You are such an animal." But when Steamed Bun thought about his dream of flying into the sky, and then thought about his eighteen days of hard work, he was just short of the last step, so how could he hold back?
He suddenly felt cruel in his heart.
Mantou stared at the flying dragons, gritted his teeth, and threw the lasso with all his strength. He was lucky enough to hit it in one shot, and lassoed a three-meter-long bipedal flying dragon with teeth and claws.
Then the flying dragon struggled wildly and flew up.
However, the steamed bun failed to get on its back. Instead, it was carried by the flying dragon and hung from below, flying all over the sky.
“Ahhhhhh——”
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die - Xin Gou save me!"
His pitiful screams echoed throughout the valley.
Singo stared at the dumped steamed buns on the ground, and said disdainfully: "Cooking, just practice more."
He took aim with a drawn hunter's longbow.
"Whoosh——"
The arrow was shot out, and the rope of the noose was broken with one arrow, causing the steamed bun to fall from the air and fall to the ground.
"Xin Gou, you are such a rescuer..."
The steamed bun with his face on the ground wanted to cry but had no tears, so he had to drink the healing potion silently
But at this time, Singo also caught up with the previous bipedal dragon again and started a second contest with it.
In this way, in the Flying Dragon Valley, the two players started fierce competitions with the two-legged flying dragon. The wyvern threw them off again and again, and they rode up again and again, becoming more and more skilled and staying on their backs for longer and longer periods of time.
Until later, they could even control the direction of the flying dragon with their movements, and could maintain balance on it with just their legs without falling.
Until now, the flying dragon was impatient and flew directly to a height of 100 meters in a circle, trying to kill the human on its back.
But Singo didn't panic at all, relying on the Feather Falling Technique scroll he had prepared, he landed lightly on the ground, making the flying dragon roar so angry that spittle flew everywhere.
"Roar——"
Only the feeble hoarse roar of the flying dragon was heard.
[Your skills and experience meet the requirements]
[Your proficiency item [Riding] is increased to +3]
Singo landed lightly on the ground and said to Mantou who had just gotten off the flying dragon's back: "This wave is very comfortable. My riding proficiency has been +3. How are you doing?"
Mantou supported his knees and gasped: "It's +2 now. The weightlessness of this thing makes me want to vomit. I wonder if there is a vomiting mechanism here..."
Singo said disdainfully: "That's just for you. How can a person who faints from dragons be a knight?"
The steamed bun said speechlessly: "Do you think everyone is just like you? If you call brother Zhan Kuang, he might really be able to vomit all over the floor."
Alger stared at the two panting humans and saw with his own eyes that their riding skills improved at a speed visible to the naked eye. There was a rare hint of surprise in his golden eyes.
"It is possible for these so-called 'talented people' to become dragon knights in a short time."
"It's incredible."
His years of training experience were completely shattered.
You must know that these flying dragons are far more violent monsters than giant eagles, and it is almost impossible to control them.
I am afraid that even in the previous North Wind Eagle Guards, among the 300 people who had gone through more than ten years of training, only a few elites like him could do it.
And these two humans...
Their talents even made Alger doubt his life.
(End of chapter)